ARIANA
It was my second appointment for the chemotherapy and I was nervous as hell. Chemo made me sick. So sick that I wouldn't stop puking. But it was working. My cancer and the tumor in my brain had started to shrink. As soon as the fluids started running through my veins, soon after, I started feeling that heaviness iny stomach, indicating that I would soon be sick and puking. I closed my eyes, fisted the sheets with both of my hands and started taking deep breaths.
“Are you feeling sick again, Ariana?” Enzo asked. I opened my eyes and found him leaning against the doorframe of the room he had booked for me. His arms were wrapped above his chest and his gaze was fixed at my face. I tried to speak up. But when I opened my mouth, it felt like something hot was bubbling in my chest.
Instead of answering him, I covered my mouth with both of my hands. He nodded as he got the idea of my problems. He walked toward the bed I was on. “Move over.” He spoke in a low tone. I didn't understand but I moved a little to the other side.
He kicked his shoes off with ease, pulled his blazer off and set it aside. Then he unbuttoned his shirt as he crawled into the bed with me. I didn't speak. He opened his arms for me and I snuggled up with him.
When I laid my head on his chest, the nausea I was feeling a while ago, had vanished on its own. His warmth brought me the comfort I was seeking in the moment of distress. “Better?” He asked after a while. I just nodded my head again.
He pulled me on top of him, and wrapped both of his arms around me. I tucked my leg up, trying to get comfortable. Just then, I felt something poking me in my pussy. I knew what was happening. “You are fucking disgusting. You can't even control it for a while. We are at the hospital.” I growled at him, trying to push him away.
Instead of feeling ashamed of his deed, he chuckled. It made my blood boil. I tried to push him again but he didn't budge. Instead, he tightened his hold around me even more. “Relax, my sweetness. Instead of feeling ashamed, you should be proud of me. I haven't gotten hard in the last five years, since you left. And suddenly I am hard again when you come back.” My cheeks burned when I heard his honest confession.
He grabbed my hand that was stabbed with the needle, brought it closer to his face then he started peppering hisses on the back of my hand. “I am not a child anymore. Kisses don't soothe what's hurting.” I spoke bitterly. Enzo smiled guiltily but he still didn't stop doing his work. After a while, I could barely feel anything on my skin but his lips, kissing my hand without stopping. It was his way of telling me that he was indeed, with me throughout the process.