I'm a Loaded Gun

Andy held my hand and talked with me most of the evening. Slowly, the aching began to fade back into my muscles, and I started to feel uncomfortable. A nurse came in the check on me. She asked how my pain level was. I replied a four. She told me I was almost due for more medication and that she's be right back with some. She returned a moment later with a needle. I was terrified until I saw her go for the IV in my arm. She pulled the plug off it and squeezed it into the IV along with some saline to flush the line. She told me I'd start feeling relief soon. Within ten minutes, my eyes felt heavy. I felt tired and I began to drift off.

Andys POV
I held her delicate hand during most of our conversations. I was surprised by how fast she rebounded. I slowly began to notice she was less talkative and kept shifting her back. I knew the pain she was in, since I'd broken ribs too. I could tell she was trying to be strong, but she became more restless. When she wasn't looking I tapped the nurse button on the bed remote. The nurse came in and asked her about her pain. She was trying to be strong and smoothly said a four, though it was probably more a six or seven. Her eyes widened when the nurse came back with a syringe. I tightened my grip on her hand, reassuring her.The nurse put it in the IV line still in her arm. She winced as the nurse pulled slightly to move to the line into position. Her left cheek was still swollen slightly from Seth. I continued talking with her, attempting to distract her from the pain. I noticed her eyes opened and closed much slower. Her breathing slowed and slowly her grip loosened from mine. She finally fell asleep. It eased my tension to see her finally at peace. For any man, it's difficult to see a woman rendered to such a fragile state. I was personally sickened that any human could harm another in such a way as Seth had to Reya. My mind burned with the image of his sick form forcing her fragile frame into the bed. Watching his hands wander along her side, hips, and breasts. His lips pressing on hers, her neck, and leaving purple marks, disgusting reminders of his...I shook my head, in a pitiful attempt to shake the thoughts.

Her face was so calm, angelic, childlike. Her lids closed, eyelashes delicately framing them like feathers. Her cheeks were dotted with tiny brown freckles, a result of her copperish red hair. Her lips were slightly puckered in her sleep. They were also swollen from the force against them. I wanted to punch in a wall, I wanted to punch in his skull so that he'd never be able to harm another woman in this way. So that he'd never be able to touch her again. I looked again at her sleeping face. I felt myself smiling. My phone suddenly buzzed and I pulled it out of my pocket with my unoccupied hand. It was a text.

Jinxx: Hey, how's she doing?
You: She woke up around 2. She finally fell asleep. She's in a lot of pain right now, but she can leave tomorrow.
Jinxx: That's good though. How are you doing bro? Need anything?
You: yeah, I'm doing ok. I'm staying here tonight with her.
Jinxx: this one is different isnt it?
You: idk what you mean
Jinxx: Well...man after things with Scout went south I know you had a lot of flings and stuff. You seem...different over this
You: this is a lot different situation
Jinxx: yeah. I guess so. Text me if you need anything

I returned the phone to my pocket. I noticed her groaning in her sleep. She suddenly whimpered. Was she in pain? She began mumbling words. "No...please...no...no...ugh..." she began to quietly cry out in her sleep. I grabbed her hand and put my other hand on her shoulder, gentle shaking her.

"Reya...Reya...wake up." Her skin began to feel wet and goosebumps began to raise on her arms. "Reya."

Reyas POV
I was sitting in a dark room on a concrete floor. My hands were bound. A shadow caught my eye across the room. Seth stepped into the light, "Hello babe. I came back for you. I have a surprise. Just for you," he winked. I whimpered as he kneeled down and held my chin in his fingertips. "Oh don't cry...this won't hurt...much." A develish smile broke on his face. He ripped my shirt off and ran his fingers down my back.

"No, no please" I cried.

His lips trailed down my face and neck and onto my chest. He trailed down my stomach. I screamed as loud as I could. "No No NOO" I kicked struggling with all my might. It was no use. He pushed my hands down and continued removing my clothing.

"I'm going to enjoy this," he manically whispered. I screamed a blood curling scream.

I opened my eyes, trembling. A pair of muscular arms were holding me against his chest. I was shaking. He slowly rocked me back and forth as he shushed me. "It's OK Reya, I've got you. It was only a dream. It's OK. shhhh." He pulled back and looked me directly in the eyes, his crystal blue ones piercing into mine. He moved his handed to my face and blushed back a tear with his thumb. "It's OK Reya. It was only a bad dream. I promise you're safe." I wrapped my arms around him, my aching chest heaving. He pulled me into his embrace as he sat in the bed. He placed a hand on the back of my head, letting it rest on his chest. The tears slowly faded and he gentle layed me back on the pillow. I was still drowsy from the medicine and a nurse brought more anti anxiety medicine, that quickly put me out.

Andys POV
I did all I could to restrain her terrors. I already knew what her nightmare had been plagued by. Seth. I held her in my arms until she finally stopped crying. I gently lowered her head back onto her pillow. A nurse had heard her crying and brought an injection. Reya was sleeping again in minutes. The nurse went to leave.

"Excuse me."

"No problem, do you need something?" she asked. She looked about my mothers age, the same bright spark in her gentle eyes. She looked to be a very caring person.

"What exactly does that do? How...does that stop the nightmares?" I asked quietly.

"Well," she said with a smile, "When you dream, your mind is in a certain stage of sleep. It basically forces the mind into the deepest realm of sleep, where the brain is too resting to produce the dreams. She wont be able to dream."

"Thanks for telling me, I was purely curious," she gave me another smile.

"You know, I know not everyone is like me, but in times like this, I pray for people. I know that not everyone is religious, but I have found power in prayer," she glanced at the crucifix.

"Are you a catholic I'm guessing?" I asked noticing her rosary was falling out of her robe pocket.

"I'm actually a nun." she smiled back.

"Youre a black veil bride?" I asked.

She looked surprised that I knew the term, "Exactly. You must be catholic too I presume?"

"Used to be, I was raised completely catholic. I've always been astounded by the imagery of catholosism."

She walked over to me and placed her arm around my shoulders. "I can see that you have a good heart and good intentions. You care for her. I've seen less devoted husbands. She will heal. It will take some time and some rough nights, but she can heal with the help of a strong person," she hugged my shoulders and left the room.

I looked at the crucifix again. I hadnt done it in years, but I prayed for her. I prayed she find peace, comfort, and healed. I looked at her peaceful expression. Smiling as I ended the prayer. I stood and kissed her forehead, swearing I saw her lips twitch with a smile tugging at the corners. It couldn't be true. I grabbed her hand again and rested my head on the edge of the bed on my arm. I slowly felt my head becoming heavier on my arm and it begin to feel numb. I heard footsteps enter the room and noticed the bottom of the nuns robes. I felt a warm blanket wrap around me. My eyes closed. I quietly heard her say "God Bless You" as she left. I opened my eyes one last time to glance at Reyas face. They slowly closed again, my eyesight falling into blackness.

Notes

(: so I decided to experiment with POV I hope you like it