Page 165 of Nemesync
He’s hurt, he’s hurt because of you. People are dead on the ground because of you.
Not now Zanae.
Signaling Niko to stay silent, I gently pulled his gun from its holster and, without hesitation, fired in between the eyes of the man threatening Elijah from behind, while he was shooting at some men in front of him.
The dead shooter fell on the ground, and my eyes remained fixed on my man. My heart was no longer beating, the blood had drained from my face. He was hurt, and I wasn’t there to defend him.
I rushed to his side. His green eyes blazed with anger as he turned to Nikolai. “Why is she here, Niko?”
Nikolai, glancing at the bloodstains on his shirt, replied worried, “I don’t think you’re in any state to threaten me right now, Eli.”
Ignoring their exchange, my voice was filled with panic. “Elijah, you’re fucking bleeding! Are you okay?” I pressed a kiss to his cheek, he’s alive but he’s hurt. “Don’t ever do that to me again. Or I’ll be the one to kill you.”
Niko assisted him into the car, but Elijah was bleeding, despite his attempts to downplay it, he was fuckingbleeding!
Again, the sounds of the little drops of blood.
Drip...
Drip...
Drip...
You almost got him killed too Zanae.
No!!
You got your mother killed because you were born, your best friend, and now the man you’re falling in love with.
No!!
IT’S YOUR FAULT, IT’S YOUR FAULT, IT’S YOUR FAULT.
Please, Zanae, focus. It’s Elijah. He needs you.
You’re the one who puts him in that state.
Focus.
Elijah’s hands gripped my thigh, urging me to return to him, and it worked. He was fucking bleeding and he was worried about me?
In the backseat, I sat beside him, my fingers gently grabbed his hand, blood everywhere. Red everywhere, I hated it.
“Milaya, come back here, I’m still alive.” His green eyes were full of pride and satisfaction, but he was losing so much blood. He was smiling so weakly at me, as if it was normal.
“Don’t joke about this, Elijah.”
“I’d take a fucking bullet for you anytime, Zanae, anytime.”
My gaze softened. “Just stay with me, okay?”
Nikolai, though stressing about the situation, couldn’t help but chuckle at Elijah’s quote.
We didn’t even know where to go.
Benny wasn’t even home, he was already at the hospital, leaving us with no choice but to put him on speaker and see what we could do by ourselves.
My hands trembled as Nikolai set up the phone, his hand found my fingers and squeezed them.
