❦ SESSIONS ❦ WITH ❦ GUNS❦

|The gun in my hands|

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I gasp as I call the other men but they're not here. We're alone in the plane and I start to panic as he's unconscious. I then wrap the towel around his arm and the wound after I've removed the t-shirt to see that the wound is worse and it is still bleeding. He's going to need help, from a real medical doctor and not from me. I start to look around the plane for the first aid kit as I know every plane must have at least one. I finally find one of them and I hurry to bring them to Silas.

He's still unconscious and he looks peaceful but I know that he must be in so much pain because of the wound on his arm which is much worse than I had thought it was. I open the box and find rubbing alcohol. I put some on a wipe and I start to clean the wound a bit better and also sterilize it as I go over it with the rubbing alcohol too to make sure that any bacteria that goes into the wound it would die. When I've cleaned the wound as best as I can but it's growing rather impossible I put rubbing alcohol on my hands to sterilize them.

Then I take a needle and a thread. I start to stitch the wound and not before long it has been closed. My stitching isn't perfect but I do have shaky hands because of how nervous I am as I've never sown together skin which is strange to me but I know I need to stay calm. When I've stitched it, I clean the wound and around it and sterilize it once again. To make sure once again that it won't get infected.

I sigh as I sit down once I'm done. I'm covered in blood and I'm unsure of what I can do now. He's still unconscious as he did lose so much blood. I'm alone in the plane and the silence is the worst part of all when I start to think of everything that happened today and I begin to panic once more. The driver walks into the plane and he raises an eyebrow me when he sees Silas unconscious sitting there with the first aid kit near him. "He fell because of blood loss" I explain and he sharply nods.

He goes to the pilot room I would assume. Wait, is he going to fly the plane? I get my answer when I start to hear sounds coming from the plane. I hurry to put Silas into the seat belt and then myself. Soon the plane begins to move and I hold onto the seat as the plane begins to take flight and I start to panic so much that I can barely contain myself. No, I can't do this. This is too much for me. Suddenly I feel myself fall into the darkness.

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My eyes flutter open and I let out a soft moan as I wake up but I'm quick to wake up in reality as I'm in an airplane. The things that happened come rushing to me and I look around myself to see that Silas is still sitting there but unlike he was before he's not awake. "I'm glad you're still alive" I softly speak to him and he looks over at me and I feel as if his eyes have softened. "I believe I have you to thank for that" He says but he doesn't say thank you to me but neither had I expected that.

He doesn't like owning people when they have saved him or done something for him so I can imagine that he doesn't like the situation that we're in right about now. "I did not do much. Stitched the wound was all. But, you really should see a doctor as soon as possible" I tell him, once again trying to tell him that he needs a doctor. "I am looking at a doctor" He says to me with a smirk and a chuckle. My eyebrows furrow at him in confusion. "What?" I ask him.

"You told me to see a doctor. I am looking at one right now" He says. The blush rises to my cheeks as I look away but then the panic that I'm actually thousands of feet up in the air and in an airplane. My eyes find him and I feel myself calm down as I look at him. "I'm not that kind of a doctor. You know that" I remind him. Which only makes him let out a chuckle. He adjusts himself in the seat yet not once does his eyes look away from me. I feel strange under his kohl black stare but I don't want him to look anywhere else but me.

I notice that around him the first aid kit has been put back into the box and that is in one of the seats, neatly placed and everything. However, I think we're just the three of us here as I've not even seen the other man that was with us in the car. "I mean it, Silas. You could die if that isn't looked at by a proper doctor and someone who has a license in medicine" I say. He needs to understand this.

He sighs. "If I have a doctor look at it, will you calm down and stop annoying me?" He asks me. I roll my eyes. "Yes" I answer, though annoying him about this did work. I just saved his life, and perhaps I've done it two times. "Where are we going?" I ask him. He smirks at me. "That is not something that you should worry about" He says to me and I look down but then I remember that I feel sick when I'm not looking at him so my eyes turn up once again. "Then I will worry about your health, and I would annoy you even more about it" I tell him with a small smirk appearing on my face.

He groans. "We're going to Spain" He tells me and my face lights up at that. One because he is finally answering my questions but also because we're going somewhere where I've always wanted to go to but I've never gone, I don't know why. Perhaps because I'm terrified of being in an airplane. "Really? That is so amazing" I tell him as I look deep into his eyes to see amusement in them. "I take it you like Spain?" He asks me.

"Well, I've never been to know if I like it but it was definitely on the list of places that I wanted to visit one day. What are we even going to be doing there?" I ask him. Spain is a bit far away from home and it is sort of strange that we're going there and why we went there rather quickly and there was someone chasing us, could that be connected to the reason? "There is some business I need to take care of there" He answers but I can tell that he doesn't want to go any deeper into the subject.

"You mean after you've rest for some time?" I ask him but he gives me a confused look. "You need rest, at least a couple of days. Any doctor would tell you that. Besides that wound is going to need healing and you can't use that arm anymore, at least not for some time otherwise you could seriously hurt yourself or worse" I tell him and he rolls his eyes. "I thought you weren't going to worry about my health" He says to me and I slightly frown at him.

He truly doesn't like being told what to do and he doesn't seem to like it when I told him that he needs rest but that is the truth, believe it or not. He can't work his arm like this or he could rip the stitches and then he will end up in the same spot as before where he's a bleeding mess on the ground and I don't think I will be able to help him all the time. I could try but someday that may not be enough. "Not worrying about your health when you just put your life in danger is difficult" I tell him.

"Then I will find something else for you to do" He tells me and I furrow my eyebrows at him. With his other hand he picks up his gun and hands it to me. I just stare at it as I've never held a gun in my hands before. "Take it, Leanna" He tells me and the way that he says my name makes the blood rise to my cheeks as I feel myself blush and I don't like it but I do like it at the same time. It confuses me somehow.

I slowly reach my hand out to take the gun and it's much heavier than I thought it was going to be. "What am I supposed to do with this?" I ask him. I hold the gun and I feel horrible when I hold it. "Point it at me" He says and my eyes widen when he says that and I shake my head as I try to return the gun to him but he smirks and shakes his head at me. "I've removed the bullets" He says and I notice in his injured hand that he does have the bullets.

However, that doesn't make me feel better, not at all. This is still a gun. A killing weapon. I'm actually holding the very thing that killed that man at the airport and it makes me feel horrible. "Do it, Leanna!" He orders me. Gulping I give him a nervous glance as I slowly point the gun at him, my heart feels so much pain as I do this. Water forms in my eyes as I point the gun at him. Silas darkly chuckles as he looks at me in the eyes. "Hold it with one hand" He says.

I had been holding it with both hands not only because it was heavy but also because I'm shaking. My hands and my body is shaking and I can't be sure if that is because of fear or not but I would bet it is fear because I'm terrified in this plan and of this gun that I hold. Letting go of the gun with one hand I hold it in my right hand but then I look at him to see that he is grinning wildly which does also scare me in ways that I can't explain in words.

"That is more like it" He says. His words bring shivers running down my whole body as I look at him with tears in my eyes. I don't want to do this. "Now what?" I ask him. "Put your finger on the trigger" He tells me but I shake my head. The gun is a kill weapon but the trigger is the thing that actually decides death or mercy and I will not be putting my finger on it. "Remember, the bullets are in my hands. If that gun had bullets in the chamber, you would not be holding it. That I can assure you" He tells me.

That doesn't make me feel better, not at all. Even makes me feel worse that the only reason I'm even holding this is because he removed the bullets. Sighing I put my finger on the trigger. "I'm not pulling the trigger if that is what you want to tell me to do next. No matter what you say, I'm not doing it" I tell him. Silas only chuckles as he reaches out and I hand him the gun. "That was never the plan" He simply says to me as he takes the gun and puts the bullets back into the gun and then puts the gun in the holster that is on his belt.

"Then, what was the plan?" I ask him. I don't know why he would give me a gun and then make me point it at him. "Get you used to holding one of these since you're going to need one soon and it will be a long road to become good with it" Silas tells me but before I could even panic or ask him about it the lights on the seatbelt thing starts to light up. I was already in my seatbelt and there is no way that I'm going to take it off until we're safely on the ground.

The plane then starts to slightly shake, making me let out a yelp as I hold into the seat as hard as I can. My feet also find something to hold onto to keep myself to the seat. This does make Silas smirk at me but I have chosen to ignore him and panic. That is better than be confused about him and his guns as I don't want them to be the last thing I think about if the plane were to crash and we'd die here.

The panic inside me is starting to think of the worst that could happen and that I know amuses him but I'm ignoring him so I'm not even going to think about him at all. My hands are starting to hurt from holding like this hard on the seat but that doesn't matter to me as it's going to keep me safe. My eyes close shut as the plane is still shaking and it's growing. I have no idea why but I get the feeling that I don't want to know.

I should just try to calm down and not think that I'm going to die because the plane might crash any second now which I'm trying not to think about. "I don't know what is more amusing, watching you panic or watching you cry" Silas speaks but I'm not going to look at him nor think about him. I'm not even going to answer him, even if that is a bit rude but I don't want him to fill my head with this. He's also the one that is rude to be because he just said he likes to watch me cry and gets amused by it. That is rude.

The plane then grows stable and I can breathe a bit better. After a couple of minutes when I do open my eyes, I glare at Silas but as soon as I am looking at him even if it is to glare at him, I feel instantly calm. How is this possible? What is going on about that? I suppose I will never know the answer to that. Silas chuckles. "It is clear that you've never been in a plane before" He says with a smirk. Is it that obvious?