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“Sit on the chair and I'll get everything ready.”
“Yes, sir,” he says, wearing a giant smirk.
I roll my eyes and pull out a few supplies from the bag. As I'm walking into the bathroom, I glance back his way, “Be naked by the time I'm back. It'll be easier to reach the wound that way.”
“So you're saying I need to have my pants off in order for you to fix my shoulder?” His voice is humorous and it's good to hear him being upbeat when a few minutes ago he was half conscious in the back seat. My stomach knots the more I think about his bleeding wound.
“That's how it goes at Enrico Hospital.”
I sterilize the needle and everything else is already waiting for me on the table. Fernando is sitting up straight in the chair, every hard ridge and curve of his body on complete display. Even bleeding he’s a sight for sore eyes. Strangely, the blood only adds to the allure, along with all the bruises and scratches on his skin.
“I didn't think I liked seeing you wounded at first but I'm starting to change my mind.”
His body shakes as he barks out a laugh. “You better hurry before you have to sterilize that needle again.”
I inspect his body, first taking in his tree trunk thighs and then the happy trail leading down to the neatly trimmed hair surrounding his half hard cock. Unable to resist the urge, I lick my lips, inching closer. “You really took all your clothes off for me to sew up your shoulder.”
“I'd hate to go against the rules my first time at Enrico Hospital.” He purses his lips and something dark flashes in his eyes. “The wound is right here,pequeño.” He taps beneath the small gash.
“After sewing you up, I should do a full body exam to make sure it’s the only one.” My hand shakes a little as I set the needle in a paper cup.
His thighs spread and he folds his hands behind his head. “Always better to be safe than sorry.”
Ten
Fernando
Grabbing the tweezers, I dig for the bullet in my shoulder until the metal clashes with the brass. Pinching the two pieces tighter together, I lift the bullet out while holding my breath. I exhale as soon as I lower it to the cup on the table and it hits hard against the plastic bottom.
“Didn't trust me to do that part, did you?” Enrico’s eyes narrow in on me.
The tweezers land on the wood of the table with a soft thud and I hand him the saline soaked gauze. “Some pain is easier to handle when you're the one in control of it, and it's not the first time I've removed a bullet from my own body.”
Taking the gauze from my hand, his smaller fingers brush against mine, causing my skin to buzz. I don't know when he started having this effect on my body and I wish I knew how to make it stop. I'm a man used to having control over every situation and with him I feel nearly powerless.
The cold cloth causes my muscles to tense the moment it comes in contact with my skin. His eyes remain solely on his task and mine stay latched on to him. He's the perfect distraction. His dark hair slightly falls in his face, hanging above his dark freckles.
How did it take me so long to realize how beautiful he was? It's as if, over time, someone has been slowly pulling the wool from my eyes and it's not until recently that it has completely fallen off and I'm seeing everything with clear eyes for the first time. I see him.
As gentle as he is patting down the area, a small sting is still left behind with each touch. Neither of us talk for a while, increasing the tension in the room. The cold air makes it more of a challenge to sit still in the chair.
After Enrico finishes disinfecting the area, his left hand shakes as he brings the needle closer to the gash.
Wrapping my fingers around his wrist, I stop him from going any closer. “Easy. There's no rush. The wound isn't going anywhere.”
Taking a deep breath, he nods. “You're right. It's not every day I sew someone up, and having to do it with my left hand doesn't make things easier.”
“And for a minute I thought it was the blood making you queasy.” I give him a half smile.
He puffs out a breath of air. “You clearly don't know me as well as you think you do. The sight of blood always entices me more than it should. I especially enjoy the smell of it.” He says that the way someone would mention enjoying the scent of freshly cut grass or burning wood. A lot of what Enrico says would be alarming to most people. Good thing I don't fall into that category. If anything, it only makes me want to bleed for him more.
Caressing the soft spot of his hand with my thumb, I offer him an encouraging smile. “You can do this. I know you can. Just take it slowly.”
I release my hold and roll my shoulders back again, doing my best to hide my discomfort. It's not like I haven't suffered worse pain before. It’s not the first time I've taken a bullet either. Doubt it'll be the last. Enrico focuses on the wound, moving closer again with his hand steadier than before. The needle slips under my skin and I grit my teeth, trying to remain relaxed against the chair as he slowly pulls the wound closed with the thread.
“You're doing great,pequeño. You're halfway there.”
His confidence increases the more he has the hang of moving the needle. His fingers grip the other end tighter as he increases his speed a little to sew up the rest of my wound. The stitches aren't all straight and as close together as they should be but it'll do. Still pretty good for his first time and considering he's used to using his left hand. He learns to adapt more each day, though, and doesn't give himself the option to slow down. He’s constantly pushing his own limits.
