"Loving you forever can't be wrong."

— Lana Del rey

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of a sleeping Christian looking at the door which opens and Rico enters.

He gives me his toothy smile and walks up to me. "How are you little lady?"

"I've seen better days." I smile back.

He leans down and pecks my forehead. "It's good to see you up."

"What time is it?"

"It's nine in the morning and I was sent to wake Christian up. The doctor has been taking rounds but wasn't able to check up properly when you were wrapped up in Christian's arms."

I blush and look away, "I sleep better when he's with me, okay?"

"It's okay, I understand."

I wink at him. "Thought so."

He brushes my hair back. "You have no idea how good it is to see you." He looks at Christian. "Now to wake him up."

The mischief in his eyes makes me stop him. "Erase whatever ways you are thinking of waking him away. I'll wake him up myself and you are free to watch."

"Well if you want." I add suggestively.

He makes a disgusted face. I roll my eyes at him and look up at Christian.

I caress his cheek. "Christian, wake up, honey." I peck his lips making him stir. Even asleep his body responds to mine.

"Okay. I'm not watching this shit." Rico turns and leaves the room.

I laugh inwardly then shower Christian's face with endless kisses. "Wake up, Christian."

He opens one if his eyes and a grin spreads on his face when he looks at me. "It wasn't a dream after all."

"Nope it was definitely not a dream." I say against his lips kissing him again. He responds with a delicious moan.

He carefully climbs on top of me deepening our kiss. I open up willingly for him when his tongue asks for entrance. He explores my mouth.

"I have waited so long for this, I couldn't take it when your lips didn't respond to me." He mutters against my lips and claims them again.

He takes my lower lip between his teeth sucking on it. My hands tug his hair harder. He breaks away and look in his beautiful chocolate orbs that are swimming with emotion.

"Victoria I lo--" The door opens interrupting Christian and a gasp follows it.

I guess the doctor is here.

Christian takes a deep breath and gets off of me quickly.

I can't concentrate on anything besides the big bomb that Christian almost drops at me.

We've known each other for only three months. Can this be love?

He almost told me he loves me but these assholes had to interrupt our special moment.

I glare at the same doctor who was here last night. He is flushed and avoiding eye contact.

"Do you need something?" I snap at him.

"My apologies Ms. Forbes. I - I came here to check in you properly before you have your breakfast." He points to the nurse who is holding a tray with food.

I give him a the most fake smile I've ever given anyone. "Knock next time, yeah?"

"Of course, Ms. Forbes." He blushes even more and I simply roll my eyes.

After a few minutes when he is done checking me the nurse places the food in front of me. The smell and the sight of boiled eggs in front of me makes my stomach queasy. I push it away fighting the urge to gag.

"Take it away please." I turn my face the other way. The sick feeling doesn't go away, "I think I'm gonna throw up."

Christian curses and picks up a small bucket and places it near my face where I throw up. I don't know what I throw up since I haven't eaten anything.

Christian rubs my back and angrily orders to take the food away. My ribs hurt due to the awkward angle my body is at.

"Fucking Christ." He curses. "She is throwing up blood."

The burning in my throat makes me cry. I claw at the wires attached to my chest as if it's going to help me breathe. When I done I lean back on the bed.

"Christian," I call out to him. "It hurts."

My chest burns.

"I'm here baby." He consoles at me me then tells out, "What the fuck is happening to her?"

"I think it's one of the symptoms of the drug..." I tune him out and scream because of the burning in my chest.

"Make it stop," I beg sobbing. "Make it stop Christian."

"She's fucking burning." Christian pulls me in his lap. "Do something!"

"The bath tub is full, we have to take her there. The cold water will make it better." The doctor says.

Christian stands up with me his arms and rushes to the bathroom while I cling onto him.

"You get the fuck out of here!" He yells, probably at the doctor. "You too!" I see the nurse scurry away.

"You are going to be just fine my love," he says placing me on the toilet lid. "Just fine."

He balances me with one arm while he uses his other to skip his T-shirt off.

"I'm going to take off your gown, okay?" He asks but I just nod.

When I take a proper look on the bath tub I start shaking. "I can't -- I can't go inside."

Not where they tried to kill me.

"I'm going to there with you, okay?" Christian smiles at me. "Did I let anything happen to you the last time?"

I shake my head no.

"You trust me right?" He asks and I respond with a yes. "Good."

He carefully peals the gown off of me and lifts me up again climbing in the bath tub. The second the cold water comes in contact with my body everything numbs, the burning is all gone. I relax back in Christian's chest as his arms tighten around my waist.

He's with me. I'm safe.

This is not how I imagined our first bath or shower together. I'm in this bathtub with my panties on sitting between Christian's legs who is wearing his jeans. The ripped ones I got him.

"You finally wore these jeans?" I say in my cracked voice.

He nuzzles my neck. "I missed you."

"I missed you too. Even when I was unconscious." I tell him.

"Really?"

"Uh-huh!" I place my hand over his, "I had a bad dream. Many bad dreams but I couldn't wake up."

He tenses behind me. "What did you see?"

"It was just dark all the time, I heard those kids from the orphanage. I heard my biological parents but it was so dark. I couldn't move. I couldn't talk. I wanted to go to you but I couldn't call for you." I explain. "I was going out of my mind. I thought I was going to die, my heart was calling for you and you came. You took me away."

"Then what happened?"

"Then I could see Matteo. He had tied me somewhere in the jungle. I tried to look for you but I couldn't find you. He said he killed you, then he hit me. He kicked me, he punched me." A tear escapes my eye. "I couldn't do anything. I could hear your voice inside my head. You told me to keep fighting. And I did. Everything else in that nightmare was so calm and peaceful. I could feel you with me."

Christian did not respond but I could feel his body shaking. Was he angry?

I tried to turn around making sure I don't hurt my ribs but the sight of Christian broke my heart. It hurt more than my damn ribs.

His body was shaking with sobs. He was sobbing so hard I couldn't even hear him. "Christian?"

"I'm so sorry Victoria. So sorry." He cries.

I wipe his tears away. "Hush, it's okay. It was just a bad dream."

He looks at me with his blood shot eyes, "That's the thing Victoria. It was not a nightmare. Matteo took you away from me."

"What?"

"He crashed our car and took you away. He drugged you and this," he points to us in a bath tub. "It's all the side effects of that damn drug."

I put a hand on my mouth to muffle my cries.

"No it was a nightmare, I know it." I cry in my hands.

He hugs me tighter, "I'm sorry, precious."

We lie there in the bath tub crying in each other's arms but our hearts held us together. We won't give up.

We will fight till the end.

I believe in our love.

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