Healing Slowly But Surely By R. Joseph novel Chapter 289

Chapter 289: Define ‘Stubborn’.

Leilani.

I once heard Agnes describe life as nothing but a pot of beans. And according to her, she made this statement to imply that you never know how long you’ll take to cook beans— in the sense that, you never know the roads that life may force you to embark on.

…if that makes any sense.

And now that I think about it, I know that that makes absolutely no sense but I understood her, not like I’ll blame you if you do not understand me either.

Buttttttt, let’s forget about Agnes and her weird analogies and focus on me. Me, who right now, looks like my life is its own pot of beans.

And I mean that in the sense that the men I absolutely fucking abhorred the most in the entire world were the ones holding my hands, steering me towards sanity even though it was clear as day that I was on the verge of death… or maybe ferality.

I balled my hands into fists, digging at the soft material of my duvet as pain tore through my entire body which also spasmed with each wave of pain that struck me.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head and just when I was beginning to welcome the darkness that called out to me, I felt something tap on my cheeks, smacking me awake.

“Oww!” I cried, blinking my eyes open, “that hurt!”

“As it should!” A voice snapped back, and from the sound and the sass I could hear dripping off each word like vermin, I instantly knew that it had to be Caelum.

Of course, it was him. The bloody psychopath!

Warm breath fanned my face, tickling at the spot between my nose and mouth, and maybe it was the rage I felt from being in so much pain while someone else breathed down on me… or the fact that I was naked and laying in front of these men who should’ve never gotten the ooo to see me like this. But I found myself seeing red, so much so that I didn’t think about what I wanted to do next until I did it.

“Ouch!” Suddenly someone screamed.

And I was glad.

Glad because now, they were no longer breathing down my face. Glad because for some reason, I could no longer feel that irritating tickle under my nose.

I heard inaudible sounds before a crash and as I could hear someone curse under their breath, I smiled.

“What are you smiling for?” One of the brothers snapped, “you’re happy you hurt me?”

That was Caelum. Douchebag!

I was weak, very weak but despite this and the pain searing through my body, I still managed another smile; And then I moaned; “I… I am h-happy. I should have struck your e-eye.”

“Well, my bad! Because you missed it!” He snapped back at me, and with that I fell silent, vibrating quietly as the pain slowly intensified.

While I cried out, the brothers grew frantic. They rushed around the house, looking for everything and anything they could lay their hands upon that could be of help to me.

They tried cold compresses, they also tried massaging my body with ice cubes. But instead of feeling better, my fever only melted the ice faster, and my bed was drenched in both my sweat and water.

Time was running out and I was crying louder… harder. My vision wanning, my blood was boiling, my body was shaking violently… and my eyes… they felt like they were about to burst.

That was until—

“Let’s mark her!” The voice came sharp and steady. It made goosebumps spread across my skin and made whatever it was at the base of my stomach flutter in… was it anticipation or disgust? I do not know .

Zevran.

My eyes flew open. “NO!”

“We have no choice, Lani—”

“Don’t you dare call me Lani! Don’t you dare talk to me like we’re friends!”

Oh, not this nonsense again.

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