Chapter 7 - Allergy

Normally when I wake up, my eyes slowly flutter open and I feel a ray bright light hitting my eyes, forcing me awake but today that wasn't the case.

I was awake and I am trying to open my eyes but they're not opening wide enough. I pushed the cover off my face and sat up, looking around.

I noticed my new surroundings, but I wasn’t able to open my eyes wide enough to see it properly. The familiar tight feeling on my face was all I needed to know what was going on. I knew exactly what it was but I still freaked out.

I slid out of bed and bolted to the mirror in front of me. I stood in front of the mirror and stared at my swollen face. I couldn’t see properly because the curtains are closed and the room is dim, so I had to push my face to the mirror. My cheeks are bloated, around my eyes too, my nose and forehead are normal. I put my hand on my face and touched my skin, feeling the roughness.

My first day here and it’s already a disaster, an allergy was the last thing I needed, now I’ll have to stay in all day. I do have a cream that can clear it out for me within a few hours but I didn’t bring it with me, I actually haven’t bought it for a long time now because I have been careful with everything I put on my skin.

I can’t go out and get it myself, and I also don’t want anyone to see me like this, it's really ugly. 

I looked through all the products on the dresser to see if there was anything I could possibly use, but there wasn't any.

My eyes drifted to Vladim, who's peacefully sleeping. I took silent steps round the table to his side and looked down at him. This is the first time I'm seeing his face so relaxed.

His lips parted a bit, his eyes shut, a strand of his black hair fell on his face. He looked like an artwork, like a figure I could sit and draw all day.

I sighed and stood up straight, about to walk away, when I got grabbed by the hand. Everything happened so fast, and the next thing I know, I am pinned on the bed, with Vladim on top of me.

"Blyat" He exclaimed, jumping off the bed.

I sat up with a frow on my face, suddenly feeling offended. Do I look that bad

"What the fuck is that, you look like a fucking monster, what the fuck ewe. Is this your real face? Did you used to use a fake face?" He was coming closer to look at my face properly but as soon as he was halfway close, he pushed away again "Ewe" His face in disgust.

“Dude, that’s not nice” I said.

“You look like a blobfish,” For some reason he's unable to stand in one place, he’s moving like a little kid “Did you sleep beside me like that? Fuck ewe” He dusted his body. He walked to the bathroom and shut the door behind him, leaving me completely shocked.

I knew it was bad but I wasn’t expecting that reaction from him. I figured he would doctor me or something but that was so rude, even if not doctor me I would prefer if he ignored me, that was so uncalled for.

I slid off the bed and walked to the mirror to see my face again. It does look terrible but I didn’t deserve that. I’m literally nothing but nice to him.

I heard the tap close and immediately knew that he was coming out of the bathroom so I ran back on the bed and sat there. He stepped out, still shirtless and looked at me but this time he had his usual poker face on so I couldn’t tell if he was still disgusted or not.

He cleared his throat then walked towards me and stared.

"I apologize for my… Overreaction" He said, then grabbed my chin with his right hand. 

The cold on his hand burned my skin, making me flinch a bit, he almost didn't notice.

"May I ask what happened?"

"Because you're a doctor and you can cure me?" I rolled my eyes.

"I really don't think you should be rolling your eyes, it will get lost between the molds on your face" He responded, I didn't miss the upward lift of his lips which he hid just as fast.

"It's an allergic reaction, probably one of your products that I used" I muttered.

"You used my products? Try not to touch my stuff would you?"

"Are you really going to arue with me right now? While I look like this?" I asked.

I could see him struggling not to laugh, that was probably the first time I saw him losing control, he's usually always in check.

"Your right, let's go to the doctor" 

"I'm not going out looking like this" I fought.

"Then stay and die, I'm going to work" He shrugged, walking away from me.

My mouth dropped open in shock, how could he. I followed his moments around the room with my eyes, waiting for him to speak to me but he walked into the closet and was in there for sometime, then came out.

"I already know how to cure it, I just need you to get it for me" I sheepishly spoke as soon as he came out. He didn't stop to respond to me as he flew around the room. 

"We have workers in the house for a reason" 

"Yes but I don't want anyone to see my face like this "I folded my arms over my chest in anger.

"You're right, it is traumatizing" He responded "I'll ask Ilya to get it for you, write down the name for me. I will give it to him on my way out" He said, putting on his watch.

"I don't want him to see me like that" I groaned.

"It's either him or you can stay here looking like that for the rest of the day"

I picked my phone off the side table and searched up a picture of the cream. 

"It's called Triple Action Cream" I jumped onto my feet and shoved the phone in his face so that he could see it.

I must've flipped his pause button because he froze in his tracks. He just froze, his eyes focusing on something behind me. I turned around and looked, seeing nothing.

"I said send me the name, not shove your phone to my face" He growled. I flinched, thinking I was about to get slapped in the face.

"I don't have your number" I say, trying to sound as tough as unfazed as I could. This man is going to kill me one day.