Not many words were needed between both strong men.John swiftly climbed into the car and pressed the seat belt button to unfasten it as hard as he could, freeing Patrick.Then, without delay, he promptly pushed against the car door, which had pinned Patrick firmly in place.However, the car frame was dented so much that Patrick's body was virtually embedded into the door, and he would have been minced if the airbags did not shield his body."How is it?" Cordy was suddenly outside, asking John anxiously. "Can you get him out?!""Why did you come back?!" John bellowed, glowering.But he never stopped shoving against the door. He could not open it in case there was something sharp that had pierced Patrick's body. If he removed it, it might leave Patrick bleeding to death."I'll help," Cordy cried urgently then."No! Get out of here!" John snarled viciously at her."John!" she cried. "No, you really should go," Patrick urged her too. "I'm worried the man won't help if you don
Cordy stood and stared blankly at the burning wreckage. They were not getting out.Why were they not getting out?!-In the wreckage, Patrick was astonished to find John returning a second time.They could all get killed in an instant, but he came back anyway.They were not that close enough to be that selfless—in short, John was doing this for Cordy.John really loved that woman—more than Patrick would give him credit for.Meanwhile, the fire was growing, and the scalding heat could already be felt within the car. "Don't you fear death?" Patrick could not resist asking John just then.John did not answer.Patrick nodded knowingly in turn. "I guess it makes sense, since she would remember you forever if you died for her sake.""I don't need her to remember—I just don't want her to be sad," John snapped coolly even as he panted. "There's no time to check if there's anything lodged in your body. I have to open the door right now or we would all be dead.""Okay." Patrick no
The inferno raged in the night, and Cordy's whole body was shaking.No… he was not dead! Not like that!She rose to her feet but fell just as she did, her feet too weak to carry her.She only wanted to go to John…As such, she crawled over to the wreckage even as she felt as if she was crumbling with despair inside, her heart aching so much she was unable to breathe…That was when she seemed to see silhouettes suddenly appearing amid the flames, dashing wildly in her direction. They were all on fire and looked like they were going to be burned, but they were also unquestionably alive.John was still alive! Still, after running and getting some distance between them and the burning wreckage, they dropped to the ground and started rolling around, intent on putting out the flames.Cordy did not hesitate to throw herself on John, using her own body to put out every flame over his body.Eventually, they all managed to put out the fires, and only the wreckage was burning. Still
But even as Cordy kept shoving John off, she said, "Don't worry, that doesn't apply to me."John kept holding on tightly to her, so she made herself very clear. "You just might be able to do it, though."John paused then, as something seemed to hit him right then.He eased his hold on Cordy and stared at her for a while."It's exactly what you think," she told him and slithered out of his arms, swiftly walking up to Patrick.The man was writhing in utter agony, though she almost saw him bleeding out of every orifice.Cordy thought she was imagining it since it had not been that long, but as she put her hand on Patrick's nostrils, she felt the vicious sensation of blood.And from up close, she saw his eyes staring blankly into thin air while he bled out from his ears too…How heavily did the Stuarts drug him? Were they trying to kill him?!However, it made sense that the Stuarts had a backup measure in case they failed to kill them in the car crash. If they could at least made
The elevation of the slope made it difficult to traverse and even more so for John, who had to carry Cordy.However, she was really spent and could not even open her eyes as she leaned in his arms.She vaguely heard cars screeching to a stop and the whirring rotors of a helicopter…Patrick's people had probably arrived.What perfect timing—not a moment too soon and not a moment too late.With that, Cordy finally dozed off. -When she woke up again, she found herself in a place she did not recognize.It was not the hospital, her apartment in North City, or John's apartment.She blinked, her eyelids still feeling very heavy just like her head.She felt like she had slept for a long while to the point that she could not wake up."You're awake." John's deep voice spoke beside her just then, quietly and tenderly.Cordy turned toward that familiar face of his and saw that his fair, handsome cheeks were covered in cuts and bruises of every size. Blinking, she asked, "Where am I
In the end, Cordy had to ask him.John had been unbelievably nice, and that left her suspecting if she was somehow crippled.Nonetheless, John chuckled so she could feel panic too.Cordy had to avert her eyes in turn—somehow, that man's smile was simply beautiful, even if it was filled with cuts and bruises. "Don't worry, you're not missing any limbs, though there's a minor fracture on your right foot," John answered seriously then. "There are also plenty of cuts and bruises all over your body, and you lost quite a lot of blood. The doctor assured me that you'll soon make a full recovery, regardless.""What about you?" Cordy asked, staring at him just then.Sure, she was fine, but what about him? Was he hurt? Even if he was not in the car when it crashed, he was definitely hurt when he rescued them.She noticed that both his hands were bandaged, but he still took care of her, even helping her drink."I'm fine," he said flatly.Cordy gulped.There was so much she wanted to
Cordy also never saw the so-called doctor John spoke of."Would you rather have Dicky keep you company?" John asked. "The doctor said that you should stay in bed and rest for up to five days given your condition, and it'd be two weeks before you can move around freely. To be precise, two weeks is how long it would take for you to recover your physical abilities, but that fractured leg would need at least three months to heal.""No." She rejected John just then—she would not want Richard to be sad seeing her in this miserable state. "Alright." John respected her decision.But with that, silence ensued between them until Cordy suddenly said, "I need the washroom.""I'll carry you," John said, and scooped her up in his arms before she could say another word…That was when he realized that the IV drip was still attached to her wrist.Staring at it for a moment, he put her back in bed. "It's a nutrient drip, so you won't need it after you eat. I'm going to pull it out of you, so bea
Cordy stared at John, speechless.He remained calm and collected as he added, "I've been taking care of you over the last few days."So?"I've wiped your face, your body, and changed your diapers…"As John went into detail about how he had been helping her over the last few days, she finally had enough. "Could you please stop?""Okay." John grinned.There's that bewitching smile again."So? Do you still want to take a shower?" John asked."Nope," Cordy refused—ignorance was bliss, but knowledge certainly changed everything."Where are we, specifically?" she then asked, just to distract herself from her urge to shower."My private residence in Rocktown," John replied. "We're two hours away from Stuart Hall. Aside from myself, there are two servants, five bodyguards, and one doctor.""Has Jessica been here?" Cordy asked. She would not take offense, since anything could happen between John and Jessica after how far their relationship had progressed. What she cared about, ho