Chapter 4: Chapter 4
The sound of mediotone bleeping and the harsh rip of velcro ripping from itself fills the air as I begin the process of setting up my IV machine. Zade had put together the stand, insisting that I'd do my treatment in his room rather than mine. I smoked a cigarettes frustrated with the anticipation for one o'clock as Zade curious read the instructions for the fifth time over.
"Okay so apparently you need to a warm temperatures room. You do the flush and than the Vitoderm" Zade read.
"I know" I told him, I was so mad about pulling him into my bullshit and just wanted to get the either things over with, so I could just be happy "You really didn't have to do all of this. You've been very helpful today, baby"
"I signed a deal with a very hot and protective today" Zade acknowledged "I insist knows her shit. I'm here for the long haul baby"
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"Zade" I cried.
"What's wrong baby?" He asked.
"Can you-"
"Insert you IV" He finished. I nodded my head, and hated myself for it "Yes baby"
He leaves towards the bathroom and I hear the sound of rushing water for the sink. Zade returns with a small tower and a bottle of alcohol. He sat next to me on the side of his bed before wiping his hands with hand sanitizer.
"Where do you usually put it?" He asked.
"Inside my elbow" I answer holding my arm over the table. Zade nods, and carefully swabbing a small area of my skin with an a peice of tissue than studies my arms with a look of concentration. God, how I wish he was my actual doctor but I am far too depressed to want anything but to finish the treatment.
"I see your vein" He said pinching my skin gently.
"Have you done this before?" I asked.
"Many times" Zade looked up at me "And I didn't have to go to medical school either"
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Zade pushes the needle into my skin and I hissed at the sharp pain. It's not as painful as the first time, but it still burns like a motherfucker but Zade uses his charm to distract me from the pain.
"That's it babygirl, you can take it" Zade whispers, the corner of his lips curled into a smirk and before I can react the needle is in my arm "You so cute when you're in pain"
I am speechless and a bit impressed as Zade leans down and kisses me. I can't tell weather it the drugs or his kiss but I feel the anger and fear within me subside a bit and warmth of simplicity flow throughout my body. Zade breaks the kiss and caresses the side of my cheek with his tounge.
"What are you going to do while I'm sleep?" I asked.
"Lay here with you" He answers simply.
A crippling chill rings throughout my body and I jolt involuntarily. The tremors are the worst of my side effects, thunderous blow of shocks, through my nervous system.
"Oh!" I gasp laying down on my side "It's so cold"
Zade quickly wraps me in another blanket, and climbs into the bed with me.
"Can I hold you?" He asked, gently.
"I- I don't know" I answered honestly. He leans in and gazing into my eyes. He is worried and scared so I reassure him "I will be fine when I wake up, I promise"
"Oh no, I've been with you all day, I'm getting in that bed and holding you"
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Zade tucks me in against him, snuggling me into his chest as I am to use him for a third blanket.
"Still thing I'm your dream girl?" I say trying to lighten the tension. "Yes" he answers "All of you" .It's ten forty five and I hear the familiar sound of my IV machine buzzing, a sign that my treatment is finished. I work to sit myself up and open my eyes fully, but the room started spinning and I grab the glass of water on the bedside. Taking a slow sip, I feel my body beginning to unclench and relax, the familiar warmth spreading through every inch of me, savoring that rare feeling of safety offered in those moments between consciousness and sleep.
The sound of Zade's TV catches my attention and I open my eyes to focus of his favourite gaming livestream. I am still a little high from the medication, but it's not an unfamiliar feeling.
I stand up and make my way towards the kitchen, and look into the fridge for something to eat barely noticing Zade standing at the stove watching me with an amused fascination.
"Hi" I said.
"Good morning" He replies with a polite smile. I know he's being sarcastic but I am too drowsy to come to with a comment. Zade has me sit down at the table and I smell the powerful scent of bacon and butter in a castiron pan.