MIKO
"I did this. I am so sorry, I never meant to hurt you."
Jude's hands are shaking as he dabs disinfectant on a swab and then proceeds to clean the wound on my rib. It's not that serious, but it's still bleeding, and it's making Jude cry.
I don't feel pain, as my mind is currently trying to come to terms with what is happening. What happened in the last five minutes?
One minute I was in the pool, trying to clear my mind, when this feeling of disgust washed over me, and the next, Jude was on his knees, begging me and asking why I didn't like him.
I don't feel the pain because all I can think of is Jude. I want to touch him, my insides are quivering with the need, the craving so deep to hold him, kiss him, and maybe I will truly be proved that I am not still asleep.
That this isn't some dream.
"It's okay," I touch his wrist to stop it from shaking so much. He hasn't looked at me in the eye since we came into his room to fetch the band-aid kit. "It's not that painful."
