What did I really plan to do?

With an injured body, a far destination, and the dangerous sea?

Isn't that…

"I am escaping," I bluffed, and immediately tried to remove his hold on me but I didn't succeed because his hold on me tightened more.

That is definitely painful now, but I can't allow myself to let him know it.

I pulled my hands with more force than earlier so I almost threw myself on the sea again when he suddenly free his hold on me.

But it didn't happen for his hand snaked on my bare skin, his instance dominated my body, pulling me closer to him, now his hold is better than the railing that is supposed to secure people from falling.

His chest is now on mine and the tube is not doing any good to me now. I can feel mine squeezed by him.

I scowled at him.

"I am afraid I couldn't allow that," he said, his breath caressing my cheeks.

I cannot even decide when to die now? Then what am I left to decide?

To just follow him?

Them?

No.

"I do not need your permission," I countered.

"Yes, you do," he countered back.

His eyes moved at my shoulders and the arm he just gripped. He clenched his jaw, and for the 4th time, I am again disturbed when he suddenly carried me like a weightless thing— bridal style.

Why do he always just do these...things.

"Get me down." I ordered, uneasy in my position.

"No,"

Angry at his authoritativeness, I raised my hand to point my gun at him but he quickly snatch it and threw it away on the sea.

Why is he being reprimanding on me now?

I wiggled on his hold to remove myself from this awkward position since his hold on me is not that tight anymore, but he only threw me in the air. Since I am not clinging my hands at him, I felt a bit nervous being thrown, but he skillfully catches me, preventing a fall.

He renewed his hold on me.

"I told you to-" my words are cut when he threw me one more time again.

I kept my mouth close because the throw is higher now, and with the position I am in, I am certain I would fall on the floor hard that I may even break my back.

I am positive that I won't ever hold into him though.

I would look like a damsel in distress in the arms of my dark knight.

That was so out of my league.

And I don't need a knight.

He silently continues to walk, and I realized there are not much people here anymore.

The ones running and crying for help, where are they? What happened to them?

We entered the elevator. I am silent the whole time but that doesn't mean I did not find a way to escape him.

I've even tried to throw him a punch, so now he is imprisoning my hands.

I tried to use my feet, so his hand on my legs in prisoning it too.

We then entered the same room where I left my luggage. I thought he will now leave me here alone but instead, he opened the little cabinet they have in here and pulled out a box, a medicine box.

He carefully placed me on the bed and my blood is immediately staining the white sheets.

His other hand is still holding mine as he darkly read the labels of the ointments and medicines available.

He still looks dark even with just a simple reading.

His parents, I feel like they are not hard on him. And that they are doing well in life. Her mother loves bright things and places. His father, although not as warm as his wife, is also not this dark.

I glanced at my shoulder and I suddenly felt the pain in it.

It is really weird that my body tends to just acknowledge my pain if either someone pinpoints it or my eyes dart to it.

He faced me, now with cotton and alcohol in his hands. He poured alcohol on the piece of cotton he is holding and is about to use it on me but I moved away from him. He didn't allow his hand to let go of mine though.

He should stop what he is doing.

"You are bleeding." he explained looking at my shoulders when I eyed him coldly.

"So what?" I discarded his reason. "You do not care a bit about my life, so why are you here?"

He didn't answer me back. He only clenched his jaw. He busied himself rummaging the box again.

Who would believe an enemy attending his enemy's wound? We are supposed to watch each other die.

Not like this.

Since the silence will only fuel awkwardness and questions in my mind again, I talked.

"Where are they?" I asked him, pertaining to the guests of this ship.

"By now you should be just thinking about yourself."

Such a useless conversationalist.

My eyes flew at my wrist that is being held by his large hand.

I frowned.

He is meddling with my personal space.

"They are transferred to another ship," he continued.

I remembered a scene earlier while I am hanging on the window.

So that was a good news.

He guided my back and made me face the mirror on the side. I watch how he darkly inspect the shot on my shoulders through our reflection in the mirror. He looked for something on the box and pulled a gauze out. He used cotton to clean the surface. He spends his time seriously sterilizing it.

I moved when he touch something painful. He stopped for a while, then he continued doing it again, gentler this time.

Why am I letting him? And what are we getting into?

I glanced at him by the mirror again. He is done cleaning it and he is unfolding the gauze now.

"I can do that alone now," I said, giving that strong independent woman vibe again.

He remained silent and ignored me, to continue what he wanted.

He is still securing a gauze on it but I am already feeling my heavy eyes. I saw him look at me in the mirror before he pulled me closer to him, with me leaning on him.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, looking up on his serious dark face.

"Nursing someone stubborn,"

I shaked my head at his soothing voice.

I think I should also get some sleep now. He is free to kill me if he want.