Chapter 22 - It's Something Heavy And Fiery...

Stacey's POV:

My brain takes first burn and from there my entire body receives ignited bombs, like a hurricane manifesting in me in fire, searching where the problems are to restore me. All my body cells are electrocuted several times sending me in an unmatched agony, giving me delirium, an iron taste and a dry mouth.

All this is happening with light speed and ongoing, sending me on the fucking floor, screaming like a lion in the jungle, not realizing anything around me.

“JESUS! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU ALL!”

The serum is finding the problems…. Heart and stomach…. Like a tiger claw is attacking them and I get severe pains. The feeling is as though both my heart and stomach are getting sliced by ninja swords, grated to clean them, and then being to put them back together. I’m on my fours…. My breathing? Well, a woman in labors giving birth? That’s kid’s play…. Multiply it with a millionth times and you have it.

“SHIIIIIT!” My muscles are twitching, and my brain is trembling as my entire body, but I’m contracting to not pass out though it’s so damn hard not to….

I don’t hear anything around me as I can’t, but Brian is grabbing me from my back while I’m convulsing now and he’s with me on the floor, keeping me tight on him, with his hands on mine to prevent me from attacking him. He’s saying something, but I’m out of everything, a wild animal in an otherworldly aching. I can’t see anything, but we’re on our knees and he’s embracing me with a fortified grip on me and my hands.

He’s fucking strong to handle me like this as I’m in a dangerous state for people around me right now. The doctors get out and lock the room when I’m given such serums as I might kill them because of my state. He’s got balls to even be with me in same room right now but engage like this.

Well, guys, I’m a trained assassin, and when experiencing this sort of stuff, getting delirium and excruciating pains, there’s the instinctual reaction of self-protection and eliminating threats around me as I don’t see doctors or such…. I don’t see anything, just criminals that I previously killed…. Yeah, some fucked up shit…. I wish my life to no one. I don’t even know if I’ve done something to Brian or not before he took me with my back on him like this….

Fuck! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!

My heart is taking the low range of beats and the convulsions have halted being replaced with a massive shaking. The fire in me is replaced by icebergs…. It’s the final stage….

I can now hear Brian who’s speaking at my right ear and I’m barely breathing with the back of my head on him and eyes shut. I don’t know, but his presence and actions, somehow, eased things for me. I don’t know to explain….

No, I’m not screaming anymore. I’ve got no strength to even speak or mumble. His body heat is helping me to not have a heart attack.

“Shh…. It’s alright, baby…. Can you hear me?”

I nod.

He’s kissing my temple.

“My baby…. You’re out of everything from now on. I won’t allow this to continue. None of it.”

Like it’s that simple…. Mmm…. It feels so good…. I said he’s like a healer to me….

His person is soothing to me no matter what he does. Weird as fuck, but right now, I don’t mind. He’s like keeping my heart steady and not collapse under ranges. He’s like a heated blanket and from how he’s kissing my temple, ear, cheek, neck, and caressing me as I’m relaxing and he’s let go of one of my hands, I can even fucking sleep like this after all that. “Feeling better, baby?”

“Yeah….” I’m swallowing my non-existent saliva…. “Did…I…hurt you?” Yeah, I’m more in a whispering voice….

I’m with my hands on his left one, the one wrapped around my waist. I feel safe and recovering like this on him and with him. And I don’t even know the guy…. Jesus….

“No, baby.” He’s kissing my cheek several times.

I might get addicted to that…. Ha-ha! Well, while being like this, not in another situation. Yeah…

“You can’t hurt me.”

No, huh?

I’m in a faint smile as he’s funny to me right now. I’m feeling his heartbeats on my back. They’re like a machine gun.

You were scared for me, huh? It’s not a pleasant sight to see me like that….

“But you did hurt my heart and soul to see you like this…. And for being shot….” He’s kissing my temple for each pause.

Don’t be a snake with the kisses…. Taking advantage of my state, huh? Son of a bitch….

But I like it…. Ha-ha! I’m getting crazy, I know…. I would never accept such things with no one, but oddly enough, he’s having a pass. The fuck I can understand.

Yeah, my stomach and heart are as new, but I’m with a low breathing and in a sleepy state. I’m yawning….

“My baby angry is yawning now?” I can feel he’s smirking by his voice.

Motherfucker…. Baby angry? Ha-ha!

He’s kissing my cheek again, tightening me in his embrace, and I’m on cloud nine, ready to sleep. Muhahahaha!

“Baby angry? You’re so dead soon enough….” I’m yawning again moving my head on him, licking my lips to wet them a bit as they’re dry, and swallow again as I’m receiving my saliva back. “Let me nap for a few minutes…. I’m fine now…. I just need…a nap….”

And I fall asleep on my knees and on him like this…. The fuck I care…. Yeah, he has chuckled and he’s feeling my forehead and I don’t know anymore. I’m out.

Just a nap…. Oh, fuck yes….

I’m in a deep sleep, not necessarily dreaming, but I’ve got that serenity sensation and as if being able to finally rest after years of suffering and torments.

Damn…. Don’t know what’s happening, but the fuck I’m against…. I need my eleven years of sleeping. Ha-ha! They’ve probably given me something to rest. Good job, doc. You’ve mastered an awesome cocktail this time after that stingy one. But I’m getting a suffocating heat at my back…. What the fuck did they put on me? It’s something heavy and fiery….

Yeah, I’m not recalling Brian any longer. I’m just satisfied I’m feeling well and got my strength back. I’m aware I’m on a bed, sleeping on my right side, in a relaxed pose. I’m having my head on a pillow, but there’s something under the side of my neck, and around my waist….

What the fuck? Shit…. The headache…. Well, you can’t have it all….

Yeah, I’m still dizzy inside, and the headache scored a homerun. Perfect. However, I don’t get in my mind what’s on me like this. Never woke up to this and I can’t figure out what kind of 'treatment' or what the fuck this is.

I’m moving a bit, licking my lips, not opening my eyes yet to avoid a headache rush, and I’m having a groaning voice.

“Doc? What the fuck is this? Take whatever it is off me…. Just let me sleep in peace some more while we’re at it…. You gave me something euphoric after that shit…. Let me enjoy it…. Yeah….”

Silence. But I’m feeling someone breathing behind me.

Don’t tell me there’s someone in bed with me holding me like this….

Clarity ravages my brain and my eyes fly open in alert, having a halt in breathing. The person is a massive one and is now tightening me on him, kissing my left side of the neck and I’m tensing up in a fucking cringe!

“It’s me, baby. We’re home.”

WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY?! YOU?! WHO?! HOME?! WHICH HOME?!

“Shh…. Easy, baby. Calm down.” Yeah, I’ve had the attempt to jump and rebel against this and he’s with a strong grip on me, chaining me on him. “It’s me, Brian.”

How the fuck can you be this strong?! Shit! I can’t take his arm off me!

He’s in his raspy voice annoying the shit out of me!

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! LET GO! HOME?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN HOME?! LET GO I SAID!” I look around and it’s almost night outside. I’m in a bedroom that I don’t recognize.

It’s his house?! HIS BEDROOM?! NO, YOU DIDN’T! I’ve fucking slept for hours?! Jesus Christ!