My Name is NOT Cupcake

Chapter 6

"Your recovery is coming at a remarkably slow pace. I would suggest a few pints blood transfusion. It

may speed up the process. Plus, Elias here is your just your type," the doctor said. It seemed like there

was a double meaning behind his words.

"Michael," Elias snapped at him in a clear warning. I didn't understand the big deal. Why would Elias be

so snappy about a blood transfusion? The two shared a silent exchange as if they were communicating

without words.

"I would like that option is it'll make this less, um... painful. Only if Elias is willing to donate," I said,

turning to Michael. Michael smiled.

"I assure you, the transfusion will have you feeling better in no time," he said positively. Michael

glanced at Elias briefly. Elias only sighed and set his jaw tight. They stared at each other in their silent

communication way of staring at each other. It was odd. It was like a very intense staring contest.

There was the slightest change in facial expression, a quirk of an eyebrow, a furrow, a lip twitch every

once in a while. It looked like they actually were holding dialogue without words. Eventually I cleared

my throat.

"Can I get some water please?" I asked hoarsely. My throat still felt scratchy and sore. Michael blinked

before he smiled at me.

"I'll have Elias grab that for you as I start preparing the pint bags and IV set up," Michael said before

they both left. Something wasn't right. I felt... funny. Shortly, Elias came back with water and a straw.

"Here, so you won't have to reach too far," he said, placing the straw right where I could reach it

comfortably. Elias kissed my hand gently. The motion sent butterflies to my stomach as my eyes

widened slightly in shock. That funny feeling was gone... That funny feeling was because of him, and I Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

didn't like that. I felt comforted by the gesture. I should be disgusted and appalled by the touch of my

kidnapper, but I wasn't. I liked it a lot. Elias rubbed his thumb over my hand.

"I'll see you in a bit, okay? We'll be right back. Try not to fall out any windows while I'm gone," he said

rolling his eyes slightly. As soon as Elias left the room, I felt antsy. It was minor but unsettling, like I was

uneasy with Elias gone. It didn't make any sense. Maybe I had that disorder for when a captor starts to

have feeling towards their capturer.

Stockholm Syndrome, that's what it was.

That worried me. My body still hurt and it was still hard to breath normally, but on top of that, I wanted

Elias to be in the room with me. It worried me not knowing if he was okay or not. I closed my eyes and

tried to think if something other than my spiraling life. It was a grueling hour before Dr. Michael and

Elias came back to the hospital room. They strolled in carrying four bags of blood. I was slightly

shocked at how Elias was still perfectly functional after giving so much blood. When I would donate to

the blood drive, it only took a pint for me to get light-headed and even pass out sometimes. Elias didn't

even look dizzy. Although I shouldn't have been surprised since he also jumped from a three-story

window and landed without a scratch.

"Just relax, Ms. Nova. I'll keep coming in to alternate the blood with the fluids and you should be in

tiptop shape again in no time. You should feel better in a few days," Michael assured me. Dr. Michael

set up my IV with the blood and repositioned me with the help of Elias. I could finally see the rest of the

room. It was a basic single hospital room set up with heart monitors, machines, chords, a few chairs

and a basic cable TV. I sighed as I felt the new liquid start to circulate through my body. My bones

ached, but in a good way. I closed my eyes for just a second as Elias ran his thumb over the back of

my hand. Or at least, I thought it was a second.