Page 137 of Eyes Like Angel
Adrian
Fort Heaven Hospital—January 30th2024
A month has passed, two holidays specials were over, and Eva’s health was restoring in the slowing stages, from feeding her to showering her and bandaged her in wraps after taken the strongest medicinal cream for her scars and bruises on her limbs and back and pills to take for an extra support after eaten a loaded food. I paid the hospital bills in an approximate estimation of $150,000 for a month for her to stay in, but it was worth the cost, despite my hatred for the building itself.
Fort Heaven hospitals have showers, not bathtubs. She’s terrified of bathtubs, and she doesn’t trust to be taken care of by the nurse’s hands, so getting myself involved to convince Eva about her conditions might worsen if she left her severe scars unattended.
Minutes later, she surrendered and gotten into the shower, her chest labored in a droned breathing, laboring. Without being seen by the strict nurses or soulless doctor, I slipped inside and sought Eva, who remained naked, standing in warm water. And with guidance, I lend her a hand, I scrubbed her, lathered her hair with shampoo and conditioner, as part of demonstration. Despite my efforts on demonstrating the normal way of cleaning her body and hair, removing stains, oils and dampened scabs. I spotted her face gotten redder each time my hands slithered and trailed on her frame in softest motion.
Cute. I guess she had gotten used to me teaching her the basics of self-care. Or she acquired of my presence for a calming effect.
I was distraught on what supplies the hospital staff has been providing for her in the shower.
The shower supplies provided from the Fort Heaven Hospital sucks ass, so I brought her one, expensive shower supplies as an alternative.Redkenshampoo and conditioner I purchased from Sephora or Ulta Beauty, I can’t remember what website I clicked on. I tend to be picky, but I don’t mind spoiling Eva with high price products, even it means driving my rich status to poverty. Driving my bank account to poverty would be worth it from saving and helping someone I dearly like.
Thankfully, she accepted my offer and lathered the shampoo first, overlaying the conditioner by the ends next, just how I taught her beforehand, before all the shit went down previous days ago. Next, she lathered and scrubbed her body withCeraVe.
After she rinsed her head and body, she stepped out from the shower and dried herself with a towel, trying not to be ashamed with the scars rested on her, only to learn the nurses were cruel and neglectful aiming at Eva. I hid behind the bathroom door, spying on the nurses—they pulled and dragged her, glaring at her uncooperative state. As the nurse was aiming to throw the medicinal cream at Eva, I stepped out, forming an alibi.
I grimaced when the blonde-haired nurse tucked her head in shame as she formally addressed me.
What a fucking two-faced bitch.
My eyes scanned her name on a name tag.
Annalise Grover.
Clenching my fists tucked in my pockets, I provided her a smile, a smile that’s so mean she’s clueless and foolish to know a subtle meaning.
My mind initially implemented on burying her soon.
Last but not least, I handed Eva the fuzzy and warm pajamas to wear with a brown shopping bag. Hospitals get wintry at night, so I got her a pink pajama set. Hospital gowns appeared more prison-like, I couldn’t stand to see her in a dull-colored uniform, so I splurged my money again on getting her new clothes, both casual and sleep attire, including socks and shoes. Just a few bags will suffice.
I didn’t know what she prefers, but I followed Marceline’s advice as she picked a bunch of clothes for Eva in an extravagant shopping spree. The townspeople kept pestering us about multiple shopping bags we carried, so I lied to them by saying that it’s for Marceline, pretending that she doesn’t have any more money to spare from her mom.
“Wow, you’re such a nice boyfriend,” they said.
“Lucky bitch!” another shouted.
A few whistled, more inappropriate and irritating.
“So supportive and attentive to spend all your allowance on your scary gothic girlfriend,” they teased as if they’re talking to a fucking infant.
Afterwards, I grunted from Marceline strongly elbowing my torso as a result of everybody’s blissful ignorance and nosy commentary.
But thanks to her, Eva’s appearance greatly improved. It took a lot of strength in me to not tackle and kiss her, not to pin her down and not to have my bulge tighten in my pants.
I visited Eva a lot, day and night, without getting seen by anyone I know, gratefully for the hospital staff to not scrutinize me like a security camera. Until one nurse, a mean-looking tramp was ordering Eva to take off of her pajama shirt, butshe hesitated, shameful on her current condition to be stripped naked, but while I was there, the nose said no word or back-handed compliments against Eva.
Weeks went by, and Eva’s recovery was significantly adjusted, despite her age, she’s able to withstand her own.
An astounding result performed—the miracles worked. By miracles, medication and rest, feeding herself with nutrients and water sometimes Marceline and I brought in. Marceline insisted on feeding her junk food while I was feeding her healthier options.
The hospital doctor gave the final information out to me when he announced of Eva’s recovery and her discharge. Before I leave, I gave the doctor a large sum to keep it quiet.
I didn’t care about his words and his nasally voice. I need my Eva and to my place my lips onto hers. This hunger of mine was beastly, and it needs taming. A tranquilizer will do, but nothing beats tranquilizer to an ardent kiss and melded bodies between the bed sheets.
If I was to be put into a hospital room next to hers, I’d sneak out and watch over her as she sleeps, listening to the heart machine. I had no problem of hurting anyone if they decided to lay a finger on her.
