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I bend over making it easier for Isaac to treat everything. He pushes down my sweatpants just slightly, taking off the bandages. The tape is slightly pulling on my wounds and I close my eyes to keep the tears at bay.
“You, okay?” he asks me.
“Yeah.”
I’m not though. None of this is okay but I will be okay one day. I can feel his hand shaking when he touches my shoulder trying to steady me, gently taping the first wound.
I grip the pillow harder, biting my lip, my eyes now open and glued to the TV. “Do they look okay?” I ask.
“They’re healing okay. I’m not hurting you, am I?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No, you’re being really gentle.”
He lets out a deep breath. I hate that he has to do this. “I can get someone else if you’re not comfortable with it, Isaac.” I don’t want to cause him stress.
He stops his movements. “Do you feel comfortable with me?” He moves away from me to look at my face.
I search his face with my eyes. “With my life,” I say honestly. I do trust him. I trust him more than anyone that’s been in my life.
He takes my chin gently between his fingers, settling his hand on my face. “Then no one else is going to touch you.”
I smile and my heart does that little flip. “Okay, Isaac.” I agree with him and he winks before moving behind me to finish. This time I can barely feel anything, my mind so wrapped up in Isaac and his words.
Chapter
Five
EMILY
TWO WEEKS LATER
The last two weeks have flown by. My back is almost completely healed and I can move freely without hurting.
Isaac has become my best friend, spending every single waking moment together. He has taken such good care of me and I have to admit, it’s amazing being here with him.
He bursts out laughing at me getting angry that I’m losing over our current card game. One thing I have learned over the last week is that I’m a terrible sore loser.
I glare at him and put a card down He tries to control his emotions but I know he is amused.
I love to see that smile on his face because I have learned that Isaac might have demons bigger than mine.
It started with the nightmares; he would wakeup screaming. We’ve gotten into the habit of falling asleep together watching movies.
Both of us dread the idea of going to sleep because some of the things in our dreams haunt us. I’ve learned that something terrible haunts him.
I have to bite my tongue and refrain from asking him if he’s okay or if he wants to talk about it. Sometimes talking about it seems to make some things more real.
So, I try to make him laugh and take the darkness out of his eyes. “Well looks like I’m a winner,” he says smugly.
I throw the pillow at him and it hits him in the face. He pulls it from his face, glaring at me. “Oh, is that how you want to do this, loser?” he jokes with me.
I nod. “Oh yeah, bring it on.” I wiggle my finger at him, kicking my foot out and push his leg off the couch like I’m trying to push him off the couch.
He smirks at me for a second before he charges me. I laugh and try to kick him off but he grabs me before I can slide off the back of the arm.
His fingers dig into my sides and I burst out laughing, trying to push his hands away. He laughs with me, digging them in deeper.
“Isaac!” I scream, wiggling trying to get away, laughing so hard tears are rolling down my face.
