We're going to die!

At first I heard gunshots and then car's screeching, us moving left and right abruptly, radio calls talking with panicky voices heard... We were definitely under attack. I gasped in shock.

This wasn't a drill nor a movie. This was it! I get to live fast and furious shit or mad X or whatever those movies that got war and fast moving cars.

I felt fear gripping onto me like a cold wet blanket. I started trembling, I couldn't utter even a word. What would I say? Damon, are we under attack?. Pathetic, right?.

Taking off my blind fold with my shaky hands just to see my surrounding. For whatever reasons, my mind chose to make me believe that I was better off with my eyes open wide. Trust me, my eyes could get wide out of panic.

"Fuck! Sybil, when...?" Came Damon's panicky yet breathless voice just when he was cumming inside me. I even forgot that he was still pounding my hole. Something, I would have found amusing if we weren't in a 'death knocking on my door step' situation!.

"Damon!" I cried out wishing to hug him but I was confined in that position helplessly with what I found to be a seatbelt.

"Shhhh, It's okay" He said gently getting the headset from the carpet.

"We are targeted! We'll die... We're going to die...!" I cried helplessly, throwing away the headset in his hand. Did he think I could forget what's happening with them?.

"No way on earth, I got a lot of things to do to you" He said with a chuckle kissing the side of my head, pulling me to relax into his chest, I was still impaled to him.

I don't know if it was his true confidence or just a way to calm me down but, whatever it was, seems to do it's magic. I relaxed in his embrace and chuckling to his sweet nothings. The world could be ending outside but, I found that I didn't care.

I liked the slow fuck I was getting together with his hand on my placid cock, his finger playing with my slit with his other on my chest playing with my nipples.

What a way to get to heaven, right?.

Just when my nerves was calming themselves down a bullet got stuck on the car window and so was my breath actually. Just the thought of the car windows not being bulletproofed... just that thought, made me want to throw up and I couldn't for the life in me throw up inside the car!.

Talk about hygiene in wrong times possible.

"You don't look good" Stated Damon with concern.I must have been greener than the leaves in equatorial forests from his tone.

"That's because, I don't feel so good... urgh..." I trailed off as I felt something rising up my throat and before thinking any further, I opened the car window and vomited outside, leaning on to it for support ignoring the chaos I evoked.

"Sybil, stay down!" Shouted Damon in panic before he pulled me down with him. I still felt like throwing up though. And my mouth felt and smell awful at that moment so, him being close to me made me feel dirtier than I was.

If... just if, we got out of there alive, where would I put my face after he smelled and seen my fearsome puking self?. Matter of priorities.

And for me though, it was stupid and all but, my perfect appearance came first subconsciously.

So, like a fool I went up again mindlessly making Damon curse on the background, backing orders to whoever was listening to make sure we weren't hit.

Yeah, I must have been high on a panic dosage. Or maybe just stupid and reckless because I got someone to worry about my wellbeing for me.

I was busy throwing up when I saw the bullet just like I saw my car glasses during my accident coming right at me in a slow motion, my breath cought, body frozen, Eyes on the life incoming taker... Disgust or no disgust, Damon was going to see my puke smelling corpse.

"Sybil...!" Shouted Damon in a distance but, it was out of panic and fear.

His, was the only voice I heard before darkness took over my vision.

I was glad because, If I was going to die? I wanted it to come as a surprise not so vividly shown like my last. And less painful.

*****

"... Increase the fucking dose, I don't care!... FYI, It's not only your boss and my husband whose gonna die today out there... Your jobs too!... And you're going to be jobless at this time and age..." I heard Florence ranting in a distance after I regained my consciousness. She was enraged to say the least and with the headache I awoken with? Not helping at all.

"But, anymore and he'd die! You know it as much as all of us!" Stressed some stranger who I take to be a doctor too.

"What I know is that he was supposed to be awake by now! Why isn't he awake?" Retorted Florence angrily, stomping her feet in rage.

"...That's a bit too much of love in the air. I could choke and die from the tension itself" I commented opening my blurry eyes a fraction before closing it again with a pain grunt.

My head was killing the life out of me.

"Fuck you, brother-in-law!" Yelled Florence coming to sit beside my head with her phone on her hands typing away on it.

"Well, great to see you too as usual" I mumbled groggily.

"Save your sore throat for your husband! I'm calling him and you're going to DEMAND him to come back to YOU! with MY husband!" Shouted Florence.

"Why would I want...!" I didn't get to finish before the phone was on my ear and some breathing was on the other side of the line.

"Damon...?" I called unsure of what else to say. I didn't understand the script I was given to by Florence.

"I'll be there in twenty minutes with your favorite dessert" He said gently breathing a sigh of relief. I was somehow happy hearing his voice again and his assurance that he'll be there with me

"Okay, I'll be waiting! And don't forget some sex toys while at it" I teased and he chuckled helplessly.

"What would I do with you" Commented Damon lightly.

"Bring your handsome, gummy bear self. I miss you" I said before hunging up on him. I was feeling shy.

"... I'm not sure if I was supposed to hear all that" Commented Florence looking at me weirdly.

"Don't act all innocent, Florence" I said with my eyes rolling before grimacing due to the pain.

"Any idea where I could get some pain meds?" I asked the team that stood aside silently.

"I'm sorry, Mr Sybil" Apologized the staff before Florence went forward to retrieve some tablets and a glass of water.

"You're dismissed" Commanded Florence to the team of white coats before handing me the medicine and water.

"Thanks" I told her gratefully.

"I'm sorry" She said softly after I handed her the empty glass.

"What's there to apologize?" I asked, confused.

"I jeopardized your health for my own benefit so, I'm sorry" Apologized Florence once again.

"There was a reason for that, right?" I said with a warm smile.

"Your husband and mine, thought it was good to go and make themselves killed because of rage and ask me who caused all the commotion due to his selfish unknown reasons?" Switched Florence from self blame to a raging bull.

"I did?" I asked hesitantly.

"Who the fuck asked you to let yourself be in harm's way?" Asked Florence in an accusing tone.

"I didn't mean to!" I retorted just as angry. I really didn't!. Or maybe... I don't know!.

"Well, tell that to your mourning, vengeful husband! Who by the way is dragging MY husband with him!" Shouted Florence.

"Okay, I'm sorry... He said he's gonna be here in twenty, enough time to know that he wasn't out of the country WITH your husband" I sassed dryly.

"Well, I'm glad" She said pouting.