Words failed Carla. She wanted to say she was afraid she would lose him. She wanted to tell him she thought he would really leave her.
She wanted to let him know that she would rather be the one who died, but ultimately, she remained silent.
"Seriously, Carla, you're such a cold-blooded person." Zayn was disappointed.
He dipped his head and bit her shoulder.
"Ouch!" Carla shrieked. She tried not to struggle for the fear of hurting him. She lay there without putting up a fight and let him have his way.
Zayn did not let go until he tasted blood in his mouth. "Is it painful?"
"Yes."
A satisfied smile curved on Zayn's lips. "Good. Then you'll remember me forever."
Carla looked up at him, her gaze complicated. Zayn had already lost some weight before this. His jaw and cheekbones became more prominent because of his sickness, but he looked more worn out now. She could even see the red veins in his eyes.
"Why did you save me?" Carla asked.
"I don't know. It's a knee-jerk reaction. I shouldn't have risked my life for a heartless woman like you, " Zayn replied, ruffling her hair.
Carla laughed. A tear rolled down her cheek when her eyes curved into a crescent shape.
She did not want him to see her crying, so she buried her face on his chest and quickly collected herself, but none of her actions went unnoticed by Zayn.
He knew she cried. He knew she was moved, but actually, he did not do it on purpose to win her over. It was like a reflex for him to save her.
She had always been his and it was only natural for him to protect what was his, so there was no motivation or reason why he saved her, but Zayn did not tell her this.
He patted her on the shoulder. "You're hurting me, " he said softly as if he were comforting a child.
Carla smiled and moved her head instantly as she wiped away her tears. She wanted to get off the bed but he pulled her into his embrace. "Stay here. I'm so tired."
"Alright." Carla did not move further but slept beside him. She felt safe beside him. His scent and his warmth felt like home to her.
All their grievances, painful past, and resentment melted away.
Carla simply wanted to stay by his side. She wanted time to stop so they could stay this way forever.
Zayn was still weak after the surgery and he fell back asleep in no time.
Carla, on the other hand, could not sleep a wink. he looked at her quietly as he slept, just like how a simple girl would admire her lover. That was how Carla used to be.
In his sleep, Zayn felt her gaze drilling through him and he opened his eyes. Their eyes met and he kissed her.
Carla was taken aback. She wanted to push him away, but her hands hesitated when she touched his chest. She did not want to hurt him.
The kiss was soft and loving. Carla could even taste the blood in his mouth from the bite earlier on, but she followed his lead and let him kiss her.
Zayn turned and pressed against her as their kiss intensified.
He started running his hands down her body but stopped immediately when he felt pain in his wounds.
He rested his forehead against hers and smacked his lips.
"Carla…" he called her name.
"Yes?" Carla let down her defense.
"You have to bear full responsibility for my injury, " he said, grabbing her chin, "You have to take care of me until I get well again."
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