Harold heard a voice in his ears, a woman’s voice. He opened his eyes, and saw Jenny crying and sobbing. Her eyes swollen. He frowned, “What are you talking about!”
Who was talking? Harold? Jenny wiped her eyes, Harold was staring at her. Jenny pinched her face, closed her eyes and opened them again.
He is not dead! But he was not breathing! How could this be possible? Was he scaring me? Playing a trick on me?
Jenny frowned angrily, she thought of all the things she just said to him, who knew if he heard any of that. She started to feel uncomfortable, and turned her head.
…
When they got back to Harold’s house, it was already past midnight. Jenny was supporting Harold slowly walking towards the house. The butler saw the two looking the way they did, and almost lost conscious with worries.
“Mr. Quarrington, where do these injuries come from?” The butler ran off to call a doctor.
Both Jenny and Harold were examined from head to toe. In general, Jenny’s injuries are minor, just a few scratches on her body, but nothing too big. She did get startled pretty bad though, and need all the rest she can get.
Harold on the other hand… his injuries are very too major. The guy had hit him with a rock on his back. His beautiful back was now covered with wounds. The rocks had no proportioned shape, so Harold’s wounds are also undefined in size and shape. Some of the wounds were dripping blood, it was horrible to look at. But the good thing was that Harold had a trained body, his health is also pretty good. Even though some of his bones were fractured, but it was so minor, that it would heal quick enough. The wounds needed stitches though.
When they brought Harold in for the stitches, the doctor said to use anesthesia so it won’t hurt him, but Harold refused vehemently, no one was allowed to get near him, Jenny included. Harold did not want Jenny to see it, but she couldn’t help it, she needed to be with him.
Jenny saw how the doctors stitched him up with the thin but long needle, Harold laying on the bed, not daring to move one bit. He bit his teeth, to keep himself quiet, his sweat running down the forehead.
Jenny watched the wounds get stitched up, she could almost feel as if she was the one laying there. She covered her face and ran out of the OR.
About half an hour later, the doctor came out and told her something.
It took 53 stitches for all the wounds. They should only be removed after one and a half months. The internal injuries on the other hand would take up to one year to heal.
Jenny went into the OR. When Harold saw her, he got up and put on his white shirt, exposing his chest.
“The doc already said, your condition is not good, you need to rest, no sudden movements. Otherwise your wounds might rip again.”
Harold heard the concern in her voice and came towards her. Every step was taking it hard on his wounds, but his face showed a big smile. He didn’t want her to see him like this, the horrible wounds on his back. He finished dressing, buttoned his shirt and said, “The wounds are too big, they had to stitch a lot, it’s too scary, I don’t want you to get nightmares seeing them.”
The wounds are too big, they had to stitch a lot, it’s too scary, I don’t want you to get nightmares seeing them. His voice echoes in her head. Jenny thought it was his pride that didn’t want her to see them, but it was not.
He heard the doctor say that Jenny was in shock due to the kidnapping, he didn’t want to scare her, and then she would get nightmares.
After he said that, he gently raised her chin, and kissed her on the lips, he opened her lips and played with her tongue.
Jenny’s hands were placed on his chest, but she did not push him away. Their lips pressed against each other, and his kissing skills on top, he made her go crazy! She started to kiss him back.
Whenever she did that, it was like lighting up a fire in him, he almost ate her up. Harold’s hands started to touch her body. Jenny wanted to stop him, but her eyes suddenly saw a wound on his arm. She frowned. Where was that coming from? He clearly was hit on his back.
She suddenly remembered, when she was in the hole, and Harold came to save her, he was digging the hole, that’s where the would must be from.
Harold was covered with injuries.
Jenny slowly pushed him away, she couldn’t allow herself to get drawn into this kiss, and let him get fall deeper in love with her.
She was still wondering how he found her, even though she had already asked him about it on the way. But he was pretending to be dead and did not answer her question. So she had no choice but to ask again, “Harold, you haven’t told me yet, how did you find me?”
To be honest, she wasn’t just being curious, she wanted to know how far his powers went. She has known him for so long, but she didn’t really know him. How come he had a gun? And he killed so many people, but they didn’t even ask him to the police station to record his statement, what’s even funnier was that even officers would bow in front of him, greeting him as their superior.
Her curious face made Harold laugh, “You wanna know?” Jenny nodded. “Kiss me first, then I will tell you.”
This asshole. “Harold I am asking you, just be serious for a second and tell me!” Jenny was getting annoyed. They had just kissed, what did he want?
Harold leaned over to her side, squinched his eyes and looked at her. “Sure I can tell you, but I have a condition. After answering your question, you need to answer one of mine.”
Jenny didn’t have any secrets, she was not scared of his questioning. “Ask away, I don”t have secrets.” Jenny said without thinking much more about it.
“Alright. That day when I left the hospital, I asked someone to stay by your side. Even though I didn’t ask him about you, but when something happened, he would follow you immediately.” When Jenny heard, she was mad, but thankful at the same time. He was way over the line, but that’s the only reason why she was not dead yet.
“Okay. I have another question.”
Harold held a hand up, stopping her, “Wait, first its my turn.”
His turn? He looked very serious, now Jenny started to get nervous…. “Okay, ask.” She thought that she had nothing to hide from him, but now he seemed like he knew something he shouldn’t.
“Before…” He dragged it out intentionally, “The things you said on the way to the house, when I was unconscious, did you mean them?”
Actually Harold only heard half of what she said, but he felt good about what he heard.
Jenny thought, “So that’s what he wanted to ask, what should I say now, I agreed to answer his question too quickly, now I totally regret it.”
Jenny blushed, she pretended as if she didn’t know what he was talking about, “Which words?”