Chapter 172 - That makes the two of us

Ethan and Diana has settled in their home.

Since Mel parents, which were Ethan's grandparents owned a hospital; it was very easy to get a qualified doctor for her.

It was how he managed to learn about her sickness being cureable. After much persuasion from Sarah; he finally took a shower after three days.

The last time he bath was the night Diana left. Ever since then; he couldn't even think clearly.

The doctor claimed that there's no need for second surgery if she's fine after waking up, but Ethan asked him to do it.

He didn't want to take any risk. And also, he asked for her illness to be cured as well.

He wants her to be free. To be his alone. But all this will be after she wakes up.

Diana was laying on her bed, with IV connected to her body. Everything was set as if she's in a hospital room.

A heart monitor and many more was included. He exaggerated everything as if she's in a coma.

Her face pale and seem to be missing some flesh, while her lips were dry and white. He kept staring at the heart monitor, as if scared it will go flat if he stayed away from for a long while.

He had asked why she hasn't woken up and got told she's fine. Her body probably needed more rest.

{Diana's POV}

I've been awake for a while now. I'm not sure how to face him, so I pretended to be asleep and ended up falling asleep again and again.

Everything his shaky hand held onto mine; I felt bad. All he did was fell in love, and I'm making everything hard for him.

I wondered what he sees in me exactly. I'm just me, nothing special, nothing worth what he will be suffering so much on.

I can't take it anymore. Sarah just left a while ago. He refused another invitation to the dining. He hasn't eaten anything since I regained my consciousness.

Why is he doing this exactly. He made me feel bad for risking myself. He made it seem like, when I'm hurt, we're both hurt.

My body felt light, while the areas that got hurt throbbed a little. It wasn't like that when I first woke up. It seems the pain killer has wear off.

I slowly opened my eyes. I need to make him understand I'm alright and stop worrying. The pain I'm feeling now can't compare with the ones I'm used to.

The fact that he's hurting himself for my sake hurts me more. I need to face him. I can't start being a coward now.

He was sitting on a plastic chair and staring at the heart monitor, while his two hands held onto the right one. He gently caress it, making my heart melt at the warmth of his palm.

His hair were messy, but damn! It still didn't affect his beautiful face. Wait! we're already staring at each other. That's how I realize that.

Our gaze remained locked. He stared at me, with fear written all over his expression. Damn! this is what I was trying to avoid. I felt bad for making him this way.

I tried to fake a smile, but my brow furrow instead. My heart race as his face lean closer.

I blinked repeatedly as his lips met mine. I was expecting a kiss. I wanted to kiss him so badly. I've missed it like crazy, but felt disappointed when he moisture my dry lips with his tongue and pulled back.

What the! now I'm pissed. How can he raise my hope up and did nothing. I wanted to curse so badly and hit his shirt, playfully like I used to, but knew this isn't the time for that.

His face were getting red right now. 'Oh my god! Is he gonna cry?' I asked in my head and I felt scared. That, I don't think I could bare to see right now.

I stared into his eyes, while he did the same. I don't need anyone to tell me my white irises has marked territories. My eyes felt weak, as if wanting more sleep.

It must be what's scaring him. Damn! I'm fine! That's how I detect I'm about to fall sick. It started with my eyes getting heavier and when I finally get sick; I look like a zombie.

He let go of my hand, making my gaze turn sharp. I want his hand there, I want to feel more of the warmth.

My body calmed when he cupped my face with those arms. I lifted my left arm that doesn't have anything connected to it and caress his hand.

My fear vanished when he spoke. "I'm sorry Diana. I didn't look after you as I should. I let you get hurt, please forgive my incompetent." he said and kissed my forehead, while a drop of tears streamed down his face, as he pulled back.

I didn't let him sat straight before getting hold of shirt to make him stay still, which he did. I wiped his tears with my thumb and lifted up my upper body, which made him let go of my face.

My lips met his. I wanted to start kissing him, when I recalled I haven't brushed my teeth since the incident. My breath must stink.

He didn't make any attempt as well. He just stayed still, as if allowing me to please myself. I shamelessly pulled back and rejoiced inwardly that I didn't breath in his mouth.

My head laid back on my comfy pillow before I opened my mouth and spoke. "I'm sorry for making you worry. It's not your fault Ethan, and you're not incompetent. I appreciate your support and respect for me.

I don't want you to blame yourself because of it. And thank you for saving me. If you didn't show up, I might be…." My words fell short as pulled me into a kiss.

I know he didn't want me to mention death. He's such an innocent soul. Even though he possesses a bad temper; he's very easy and innocent.

Oh yeah! and a cry baby. I stopped him before he could deepen the kiss. "My mouth must stink." I said in a low tone.

He gave me a genuine smile, and I'm glad he did, because I really do not like his former expression. "That makes the two of us." he said and closed in on my lips again, which I shamelessly cling onto and gobbled on his lips.

At least, he gets the gist that I'm not dying, but it's my body that was exaggerating from my kiss.