Semua Bab Tangled Hearts On Wheels: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Blaze“You always steal the blanket, asshole.”Carlo doesn’t even look guilty. He just rolls over, wraps his damn arm around my waist, and pulls me closer like that solves the problem.“Shut up and come here,” he mutters against my neck, voice all deep and sleepy and fucking unfair.God, I should hate how clingy he is in the mornings. I should hate how he steals the blanket and takes up more than half the bed, he has his room but won’t give me any breathing space. But I liked it.I actually like waking up to this annoying rich bastard plastered against me like a damn koala. I like his bed. I like his cologne rubbing off on my skin. I like the dumb way he always kisses my shoulder before opening his eyes. And fuck, I like that he still acts like I might disappear if he lets go.“You smell like sex and ego,” I grumble, even though I’m already curling back into him like the idiot I’ve become.He laughs, low and lazy. “Good. Means last night was worth it.”Last night. Jesus.The man pract

Blaze“Carlo! Wait!” I shout as I swing the door open and limp out of my fucking room like some cracked-up one-legged pirate. I don’t even bother checking if I’m fully dressed or if my hair looks like I got in a fight with a fucking lawnmower. I just hear the jingle of his keys and the front door opening, and my dumbass instinct kicks in—I gotta talk to him. Before he leaves. Before I lose my chance.I hate how desperate that sounds. I hate that I’m even chasing after him like this. But fuck it. I don’t care right now. I just need to catch him.My good leg hits the first step, but the other one—the one that’s been screaming in pain for days now—decides it wants to ruin my life today. My foot slips. My knee gives out like a coward, and then everything fucking crashes.I fall. Hard.“FUCK!” I yell as I hit the stairs, slide halfway down, and land like a bag of broken bones. The kind of fall that knocks the breath out of you. My vision goes white for a second. My ears ring. Everything hu

Blaze“What… What the heck did he say?”I mutter that shit under my breath, eyes still shut, body stiff, pretending like I’m out cold. I hear the doctor’s voice, low and clipped, but every damn word slices through the fog in my head.Infection, my legs got that bad cos the old bastard abandoned me in the most crucial moment.Now, I still need to do the surgery after limping all these years… Fucking amputation? Amputation is certainly not something I want to accept ever.My chest tightens. I don’t move. Don’t twitch. I just lay there like a goddamn corpse while my brain starts spiraling. My leg aches like hell, deep, hot, pulsing pain that’s been eating at me for weeks now. I thought I could handle it. Push through. Like always.But hearing that? That I might lose my fucking leg?No. No, no, no.The memory hits me like a truck. That race. The way my bike skidded, the screaming metal, the crunch when I hit the pavement. The blood. My leg bent at a sick angle. That shit’s branded into m

Blaze“The fuck is taking so long?” I mutter, mostly to myself.No one answers.Felix has been pacing the hallway for like thirty minutes straight. Dude looks like he’s about to start ripping his own hair out. His shoes are squeaking against the floor every time he turns—back and forth, back and fucking forth like a trapped animal.Inside the room, it’s quieter. Too quiet.Carlo hasn’t moved in over ten minutes. He’s just sitting there, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor like it holds the meaning of life or some shit. He hasn’t said a word since the nurse came in to tell us it was time. He looks calm, but I know he’s not. His jaw’s tight, and every now and then his fingers twitch like he’s fighting the urge to do something. Or maybe just trying not to freak the fuck out.Meanwhile, I’m lying on this hospital bed with a goddamn IV in my arm and all these beeping machines hooked up to me like I’m a science project. I can’t stop fidgeting. My fingers keep twitching. My fucking leg

CarloWeeks later.“You still awake?”I look up from my screen, surprised to hear his voice. I didn’t even hear him coming. That’s how focused I’ve been. Blaze is standing by the edge of the living room, leaning on the damn wall like he’s trying to look casual. His steps are slow, but shit—he’s actually walking. No crutches. No help. Just that annoying limp that’s been driving him insane.“You’re climbing stairs now?”He shrugs like it’s no big deal, but I see that hint of pride in his eyes. “Yeah, figured I’d surprise you.”I shut the laptop halfway and eye him as he limps closer. There’s this stupid grin on his face like he just won a damn medal.“You should’ve called me.”“For what? I ain’t crippled.”I grunt. Typical Blaze. Always acting like he’s fine when his body’s been through hell and back. I try not to hover too much lately, but fuck, it’s hard.He comes closer and reaches for the laptop on my lap, placing it gently on the table beside the couch. Then he straddles me like it