Sacred Flame: His Enemy, His Mate (BL)-Chapter 34: Same person?

Kain Locke

Without waiting for him to cooperate, I grabbed his shirt and yanked it off, exposing his back.

However, my stomach twisted at the sight.

The wounds were worse than I thought. Deep, raw, and inflamed, some of them looked like they’d been torn open again. But what really got me was the pattern, the jagged, overlapping lines that looked like they’d been made by something cruel, something meant to tear into flesh and make sure it hurt.

Something like a steel rod pipe with spikes on it.

I didn’t see it properly the other time he was taking off his shirt for a shower, but seeing it up close, I can’t help but wonder who the hell did this to him?

I swallowed, my fingers twitching at my sides. I told myself I didn’t care. I didn’t. But if these wounds weren’t treated, they’d only get worse even Infected.

And for some reason, the thought of him getting worse, of him suffering like this made my chest tighten in a way I didn’t want to acknowledge.

Because I was certain it was not because I cared. Hell no.

I just didn’t want a dead body in my room, neither his father coming after me for murdering his son. Yes, that was all.

Ignoring the way my own thoughts irritated me, I turned on my heel and headed to the bathroom instead of going back to the couch. I grabbed a bowl, filled it with water from the tap, and picked up some napkins from the hanger.

I placed them on the stool beside the bed, and without another word, I left the room, making my way down the hall, past the dimly lit corridors, straight to the infirmary they had taken Bella. Yeah, I had a little hard time locating it.

I grabbed whatever I could find from the attendant, bandages, antiseptic, and a couple of injections for pain relief and healing boosters.

If he wanted to be a stubborn idiot? Fine. But I wasn’t about to sit there and listen to him wheeze himself to death.

By the time I returned, he was still in the same position,

I dropped the supplies onto the nightstand with a thud.

"Turn around." I ordered, but who am I kidding? He refused.

I narrowed my eyes. "Kael." I called.

Same silence.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

I reached forward, my fingers brushing against his shoulder, ready to force him to move if I had to!

And that’s when I felt a faint tremor running through him. The barely-there shiver, like he was too cold, too weak, or maybe just too exhausted to keep his body from reacting. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

For a split second, something in me hesitated.

But then he exhaled sharply, his usual smirk returning, even if it was weaker this time. "You’re quite persistent, huh? Told you I don’t need your help." he grumbled.

I rolled my eyes. "Seems like it." I said intentionally pressing my hand on one right on his shoulder and he winced.

"What’s that for?" He gritted.

"Thought you said it didn’t hurt?" I raised my eyebrows with a satisfactory smile on my lips.

He chuckled slowly, shaking his head, finally turning just enough for me to get to work. "Fine... have your way."

"As if I want to do this." I murmured as I dipped the napkin into the water, and started pressing it against his wounds, even having to remove some tiny broken iron that entered deep into the wounds, earning an occasional groan from him.

After cleaning his wounds, I bandaged his back, even though I had to invest a great effort to lift such a heavy person like him! What the heck did he feed on to weigh this much anyway? He doesn’t even look it!

By the time I was done, I gave him the injection and went to discard the used materials into the waste bin in the hallway.

And when I came back, his eyes were closed, and his ridiculously long eyelashes, that almost rivaled a woman’s, was fluttering slightly, his breathing was much slower, chest also rising and falling rhythmically.

He’s already sleeping.

I walked back to the couch and cramped myself in the space and before long, sleep came irresistibly and claimed me mercilessly.

The next morning

I woke up to see it was already bright outside. Now my whole body feels like it was put through a wringer, this is what you get when you sleep on a couch.

I looked towards the bed, expecting it to be empty, however I was so wrong because Kael was still asleep.

His breathing was steadier now, no more sharp wheezes like last night. The room was also quiet except for the faint rise and fall of his chest.

Why was he still here? Shouldn’t he be gone already? I wondered as I sat up on the couch, watching him for a moment not because I wanted to, but because something about him felt... off now I’m looking at him up close.

For some reason, in the soft morning light, he looked familiar and the descriptions like how tall he is. His broad shoulders and chest just happen to be similar to that man who’d mysteriously saved me from the snake-beasts.

But that didn’t make sense. How could he have pulled that off in this kind of condition? With his wounds? And besides, Kael would never do something like that. Given that I had even met him in my room, therefore I doubt he knew where I went, needless to say coming there to save me, even if he knew it, he wouldn’t come.

Would he?

I scoffed at myself. There’s no way he would. I was overthinking too much.

Still, I found myself staring a little longer before shaking my head and looking away. Whatever. He’d wake up soon and go his own way, and then this annoying mess would no longer be my problem.

But why can’t I stop staring for some unknown reason.