Hurt Band Rapture Mga Nobela at Kwento

“It’s fine if you don’t want shrimp, El! Why go as far as pushing me?” I never imagined that she could lie so brazenly. Benedict’s face burned with rage. He stood protectively in front of Melissa. “El, that’s going too far! Mel only meant well. How could you hurt her like this?” The thick, scalding soup seeped through the gauze right into my open wound. Pus started oozing from the gash. The searing pain made me break out in a cold sweat, and I could only speak slowly.

Dakota POV . . It's f*cking hurt! This mere sacrifice I made just to escape from that gigantic cage. D*mn, my arm's still in pain like b*tch. Purposely slipping on a wet bathroom floor was torture-suicide, I would not recommend it.

He lolled his head to the side, his chest heaving up and down as he successfully removed the bullet, leaving a dent in his arm. “Pour it in.” He groaned, and I shakily knelt beside him, my chest squeezing in pain as I looked deep into his wound. “You're hurt. Really badly. We should call a doctor.” My voice broke as tears gathered in my eyes. Maybe it was because of the red glow of pain in his eyes as he stared up at the ceiling. I've never seen this man like this. I'd always thought he was untouchable. Unbreakable. So why is he falling apart in front of me?