He Will Be Loved
A Renier Laroche Love Story
I don't hate you...but if I had a glass of water and you were on fire, I'd drink it. – Unknown
"Would you just hold still?" I snapped, trying to realign my stiches. They were all crooked and unkempt due to my patient's irritable behavior. "You're making this way harder than this needs to be."
"I would hold still if you would get this done faster!" Ren hissed between his teeth. "That goddamn anesthesia is wearing off."
"Aw, can the wittle Guardian not take the pain of tiny wittle stiches?" I cooed, finishing up on his third cut. Now I just had five more to do. "Clifford! Get me another syringe, would you?"
"Actually, I'm fine without the anesthesia, thank you very much," Ren snapped, narrowing his eyes into slits. I smirked at his face, putting my hands up in surrender.
"Alright, alright. But then I guess you won't mind me doing… this?" I smirked, plunging the needle into his skin a little bit more force than I needed to. Not enough to do any serious damage—unfortunately—but still enough to…
Ren let out another hiss, a low growl escaping from his mouth as well. He glared at me with his beautiful obsidian eyes. "Fuck you."
I snorted. "Ha. You wish."
That certainly left him gaping with his mouth open. I eyed it with a raised eyebrow, gesturing my hands toward it. "Careful. Don't want to catch any bugs in there, now would you? I, for one, am not going to pump your stomach if that happens."
His eyes narrowed, but he didn't make any responding retort to me. I smirked again in satisfaction, finishing up the next cut, this time with perfectly aligned stiches.
It had definitely been a struggle bringing him here. At first, Ren wouldn't let me anywhere close by him with a needle, but after a little bit of wheedling from Calla, he grudgingly let me start to sew his body back together. Unfortunately, though, he wouldn't go down without a fight. The Guardian pack had left him with me to be fixed, and he decided that since we were alone, he might as well make my life a living hell. It was like he was a fussy two-year-old, whining anytime I came close to him with a new, foreign object.
"Are you done yet?" he grumbled. "You said that this would only take one or two hours. I have other things to do than just sit around while a stupid healer just sews me up for wounds that I could've just handled by myself."
I narrowed my eyes at him, using a pair of scissors to cut the thread. Only two more left to do, thank god. He thought that he was the only one that wanted to get out of here? Nope, he was definitely wrong on that count. "Well those other things are going to have to wait for a week or two, because that's how long you're going to take to—"
"Two weeks?" His tone was incredulous. "I'm a Guardian, not some lowly human Seeker like you! I'll be healed by the end of the day." As if on cue, he flexed his right arm, trying to feign complete and utter comfort. Hmph. I saw right through his façade.
"Do you think I'm an idiot?" I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest. Surprise flitted across his face. "You'll be healed by the end of the day, my ass. If you don't get at least a couple of days of rest, then the stitches will yank apart, and we'll have to repeat this whole entire process again!" I didn't know about him, but I wasn't about to redo all those stitches, just because he couldn't lie down for a couple of days.
"I'm fine," he insisted once again.
I rolled my eyes, fed up with his constant denial. "Next time you say that, I'll make sure to stich your mouth shut," I threatened, holding the needle dangerously close to his lips for emphasis. "For God's sake, give it a rest!"
He glared at my hand. "You wouldn't dare."
I raised an eyebrow. "Do you really want to try a girl that has a needle in her hand?" I got no response back from him. "Yeah, I wouldn't either."
For the rest of the time Ren didn't speak. Apart from the usual noises of the infirmary, everything was quiet. I wasn't sure if my needle threat actually had taken an effect on him, or he was just tired of us pointlessly arguing as much as I was. It was probably the latter. As much as I wished that it were true, I knew for a fact that Ren wasn't scared of me.
But whether it was true for me as well…I wasn't so sure about. As hard as I tried to forget, I couldn't get rid of the look of hate on his face as he talked to me. He called me a bitch. To be honest, that hurt. Not that I'd ever admit it to him of course. Why should I admit weakness to someone as unmerciful as him? It's not like he would apologize or anything…
"Hey doc, you done?" I snapped out of my reverie, looking at him with a confused expression. His expectant expression made my face heat up. Right. I was supposed to be stitching him back up. I gave him a quick once over, only to realize that I had indeed finished up. Great. Now he could go, and I could finally take that long, deserving shower I promised myself.
"Y-yeah, I'm done," I replied, stepping back away from him. I cursed myself as I realized that I had stammered—moment of weakness shown. "Just make sure that to get plenty of rest and for God's sake, be careful! I'd like it if I didn't have to see your face ever again."
"Ouch doc, that hurt. Right in the heart." He made a great show of clutching his heart and staggering back dramatically. I, however, just rolled my eyes.
"Yeah….about that. Are you sure you have one? Killing off innocent people, obeying your masters like dogs? Oh, wait. That's right. You practically are one." As soon as those words left my mouth, I started to wonder if I had maybe taken that a little too far than I had intended.
Ren was at me in a flash. Before I even had the chance to breathe, he had me pinned to the wall by my neck, his strength surprisingly huge for someone who had nearly bled to death just a couple of hours before.
"Do you know me?" He asked, his voice dangerously low.
I didn't respond—not that I could've anyway. His hand restricted my air supply heavily. If I didn't get any air in the next 30 seconds, I would lose consciousness.
Apparently not responding seemed to be a bad idea, because his hand tightened further on my neck, making spots dance across my vision. Clearly this wasn't the answer he was looking for.
"I said: DO YOU KNOW ME?!" he roared out, driving his left hand into the wall right beside my head. I jumped, the sound of crashing items falling to the floor.
I tried opening my mouth to call for help, but nothing came out. How had none of the other healers noticed anything yet? Were they all blind or deaf or something? Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed every single one of them working normally. A flash of despair went through me—they hadn't noticed anything.
And then I realized how close Ren was to me. His body was pressed up against mine, his breath fanning my face. He was so close that I could see the individual flecks of silver stand out in his eyes like stars. For a moment, I got lost in those eyes—in the sheer beauty that they possessed.
Oh how badly I wanted to kiss him right then…
A dull pain in my thought made me snap out of my thoughts and focus on the more important task at hand. How could I think about kissing him when he was about to kill me? Cleary I must've had a death wish or something…
I realized that Ren definitely wasn't going to let me go until I gave him some sort of response, so mustering up whatever feeble strength I had left, I slowly shook my head no.
"Then you have no right to judge me," he whispered harshly, letting me go. I fell to the floor, taking deep breaths and trying to ignore the pains in my neck. "Next time, don't forget that or I will personally come and make sure that those are the last words you will ever say. Got it?"
I gave another weak nod.
"Good." A more pleasant tone now entered his voice. "Thanks for fixing me up, doc. I really appreciated," he all but sneered before leaving. I watched him go, wishing that he could magically disappear into the fiery pits of hell. Unfortunately, God wasn't on my side, because he walked away without succumbing down into any sorts of flames what so ever.
"Dr. Morgan I have some paperwork for you to fill out regarding another patient and I—Oh my god, are you okay?!"
Great. After the worst happen, they decide to show up on their sorry asses and give a flying shit.
"Yeah," I croaked out, "I just fell."
"And put a hole in the wall? Jesus, is your head alright?" Clifford asked me, helping me up on my feet. I nodded, wincing as I remembered how quickly Ren had thrown me against the wall. Damn, was he fast…or maybe I was just exceptionally slow…? I frowned.
"Well, I think that you should get an X-ray just to make sure but—holy shit…" I stared at him in shock. Clifford never swore. He was one of those guys that always said fudge! Or shucks! And Gosh Darnit! Instead of the regular curse words. What made him change his mind? "What happened to your neck?"
Oh. That explained it.
I tried to wave it off, pretend like nothing had happened. "Ohhh…nothing. I accidentally burned myself while fixing my hair this morning."
Clifford gave me a weird look. "It wasn't there this morning. And your hair isn't straightened or curled."
I gave him a nonchalant shrug. "Maybe you didn't notice it this morning."
"But I could've sworn— "
"No, okay?" I interrupted. "Just leave it."
"LEAVE IT!" I yelled at him.
He shrunk back for a few moments but then bounced forward just as quickly. "No! I'm not going to leave it when it looks like you've bruised your neck!"
I froze. What? That bastard bruised me?
"Are you going to tell me what really happened or no?" Clifford asked me quietly, appraising me with gentle eyes. "I'm asking you this as your friend, Ness. Did something happen? Who did this to you?"
I guess nonchalance was off limits now, huh? I pressed my lips together, taking in a breath. My throat hurt like hell, much to the point that I almost felt like passing out. I was going to kill Ren. "I just…I just said something I shouldn't have said, that's all. And…he got mad."
"Who?" Confusion was evident on Clifford's face. "There was no one here with you except for…" Realization dawned in his eyes. "Your patient. That Guardian." They narrowed into slits, and his hands curled into fists. "That bastard! He did this to you! I'm going to fucking murder him!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I said, grabbing his arm and dragging him back. "Where are you going?"
Clifford was still pissed. "I'm going to kill him for hurting you," he hissed.
If the situation weren't so serious, I seriously would have laughed. Clifford was as frightening as a little baby penguin. "What? Are you crazy? Do you have a death wish or something?"
Astonishment appeared on his face. "You want me to let this go?!"
I gave him a look. "Clifford, calm down and look at the facts. If Ren did this to me…he can no doubt down the same thing to you too. He's strong, Clifford. Really strong. And you don't have any battle training. You'll be the one getting killed."
He huffed. "Nice to know that you have confidence in me."
I gave him a small smile. "I do have confidence in you, Clifford. In your healing abilities. You're a great assistant. You help me save people's lives. What would I ever do if you weren't there, huh?"
His shoulders began to sag as he realized the meaning of my words. "Yeah, I guess. But how can you let this go so easily? He seriously hurt you, Ness. Those bruises are anything but pretty, and I'm sure that you might even have a concussion! Are you going to let him get away with that so easily?"
I shook my head, giving Clifford a wry smile. "Are you crazy? Of course not. You might not be able to be the one to get him, but I definitely know a couple of guys that wouldn't mind teaching that Guardian a lesson. He won't know what hit him." They were the best on our side; surely they could leave Ren with a few bruises and scratches of his own.
"Who are you going to call?"
I grinned, giving him a small shrug. "I heard that Connor and Ethan were in the mood to kill a couple of mutts this morning. Maybe it's not too late to grant them their wish."
Revenge could never be sweeter.
Ooooh that was dramatic!(; Is Ren too much of an asshole in this...or is that just me? Haha.
I'm back from the dead with a new chapter of this. First of all, this was long overdue. Like...I'm not even kidding. I had half of this typed up like a month ago, got writer's block, and finally finished it at like 2 AM yesterday. I have insomnia...I don't usually sleep till four.
But yeah. Hopefully this wasn't too bad :/ I mean...hopefully it'll make up for not being there? IDK.
I have half of the other chapter written...I'm not sure when I'll post it. Hopefully it'll be sooner than this one was...but then again, summer's almost over and school's about to start.
HIGH school's about to start for me. YOU GUYS. I'M IN HIGH SCHOOL :D LIKE...FINALLY. #FRESHMEAT
WISH ME LUCK!
On the next chapter and high school.
I got nothing..