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Sophia
Convincing Maxim to rest was more complicated than trying to restrain a combative patient. I was close to kneeling on the floor and begging him. I broke him down eventually and gave him some pain medication. I’ve seen a lot of horrible things in my line of work, but seeing him on the floor covered in all that blood scared the shit out of me.
I still don’t know how I held it together in the way I did. I wanted to cry when I took off his shirt and saw the wound the bullet hole made. The bullet went straight through without hitting any organs. His guardian angels must be hard at work, protecting him and Andrei nonstop.
He didn't want to tell me what had happened. He said not to worry about it. He was used to it and that he was fine. Bullshit, even if he didn't say it, I know the signs of pain, and he was in a lot of it. I haven’t been able to fall asleep. I’m worried that his wound might have gotten infected. The blood was coagulated around the wound and stuck to the shirt; he must’ve been shot a few hours before coming here.
Maxim stirs next to me. “I'm fine, krasavitsa.” I roll my eyes.
“You should be asleep.”
“I was, but you were thinking too loud.”
“Go back to sleep, Maxim. You need to recuperate.”
“I don’t need sleep. I need you.”
“I’m lying next to you, aren’t I?”
He laughs and gets on top of me.
“What are you doing? You’re going to open your wound. Go back to your side of the bed,” I scold him, but that does nothing. He brings his lips to mine, and I turn my face.
“Maxim, we can’t. You will open your wound.”
“I don’t give a shit. I want to be inside of you, milaya. I need to feel that sweet pussy of yours clench around my cock.”
“You have such a dirty mouth.”
“You know how dirty this mouth can be firsthand.” He goes to grab my leg, but I stay firm. He nuzzles my neck and bites me.
“Open your legs. Let me show you how thankful I am for you. If you're worried about me bleeding, don’t be. I have my own personal doctor.” His mouth trails down and finds my breast. My legs wrap around his back.
“That’s my good girl.” He slides my underwear to the side and shows me how thankful he is.
* * *
I'm having a case of Monday blues. I woke up late, which made me arrive at the clinic late and get told off by patients for the same. I should have stayed sleeping like Maxim tried to convince me to do. Good thing I didn’t let him because it’s been a mad house here today.
Finally having a break, I sit down at my desk and try to decide what I want for lunch. But food is the last thing I want to think about because Maxim consumes my thoughts. I wonder how he feels? Is he still at my house?
Me: Hi.
Maxim: Hello, krasavitsa.
Me: How is your wound? Did you clean it like I told you?
Maxim: Fine, and yes.
I roll my eyes at his clipped message.
Me: Are you still…
I didn’t get to finish that text because someone opens my office door. Who the fuck? I look up from my phone and see Maxim walking in, holding a bag of what smells like delicious food. My stomach growls at the smell.
Maxim places the food on my desk and goes around to my chair. He parts my legs with his and bends down.
“Thought you would be hungry.” He kisses me softly.
