Chapter Six.

Nathaniel's Obsession

Nathaniel woke up the next day to a great deal of pain, but it wasn’t anything he hadn’t dealt with before. He decided to stay in his room until he healed. He would make sure his meals were brought up here and anything that wasn’t urgent would be catered to when he had more strength. He didn’t want anyone seeing him this weak. Just then Rafael barged into his room, no knocking.

“You see what you did?” Rafael asked in anger. It was like he had been biding his time. “You let them take Isobel, she never wanted to be a part of any of this but you forced her. Only God knows what they’re doing to her now,”

“Shut the fuck up,” Nathaniel said angrily. He could not think about what could be happening to his sister at that moment. “I will get her back unharmed,”

“I hope so because if so much as a hair is missing from her head, I will kill you, Nathaniel,” Rafael said dill standing there.

Nathaniel only ignored him as he made his way into the bathroom. The pain his chest was making him take little breath, he was so lucky that none of the bullets actually met his organs. He did his business and took a shower before he made his way out with only a towel, wrapped around his waist. He stopped in surprise for a moment when he saw the doctor from yesterday standing in his room.

“Your brother said you need help,” Doctor Rosalyn said with red cheeks. She had seen enough chest and skin in the hospital, but it just seemed so different seeing him.

“I don’t need help,” Nathaniel grunted before he grabbed another towel and proceeded to dry his hair. She didn’t miss the way his face scrunched up in pain.

“Of course you do,” Rosalyn said looking at him strangely before she walked further into the room. “If you keep that up, you’ll rupture your stitches,” Rosalyn said gently taking the towel from his hand. Neither of them missed the electric shock that passed.

“Come sit here. I also have to check your wound,” Rosalyn said leading him to the bedside chair. She watched how he sat silently. He didn’t argue or fight with her as she dried his hair. She thought he would be a little less accepting.

“I’m Rosalyn, Doctor Rosalyn,” she said. She felt like he should know the person taking care of him. It would make it more acceptable.

Rosalyn dried his hair in silence after she spoke. She made sure it was no longer dripping wet before she took a brush and brushed his hair gently. His hair was a bit long she noticed, but maybe he liked to wear it that way. It made him even look more dangerous. Not to talk of the tattoos that extended throughout his entire upper body: his shoulders, arms, back, and chest. He was tattooed on every spot, but it didn’t scare her away she was only more intrigued because she knew each one told a story. She didn’t notice it earlier.

“Nathaniel,” He said, looking at her as she kneeled in front of him. She was looking at his wound. He watched how her full lips parted before she ran her tongue around her lower lip. He wondered how his dick would feel in her mouth. How he wanted to direct her head to his cock that was slowly waking up.

“Everything looks good,” Rosalyn said as she stood up. “I’ll get you some painkillers and food, your doctor left a lot of it,”

“No pain meds,” Nathaniel said. He wanted to feel the pain so he could remember his mission.

“Okay, I’ll be right back,” Rosalyn said walking too quickly out of his room. She slapped her forehead. She couldn’t believe she had just embarrassed herself that way. Oh God, she was a fool. Why did she even care so much what he thought about her? she wondered. No lies, he was attractive but if that was it she had seen many more attractive men.

“You’re not leaving until my brother is well,” Rafael commented as she walked into the kitchen. He was sitting on the breakfast bar having a cup of coffee. She didn’t understand how one brother could be so rude and the other was polite, she thought to herself. She knew Nathaniel was nothing like Rafael.

“I will have to leave. I have a job and I do not want to be fired,” Rosalyn said as patiently as she could. He was beginning o get on her nerves. First, he commanded her to go upstairs and take care of Nathaniel and now, he was just being rude. She was pissed now.

“I don’t give a fuck about your job, if anything happens to him then you’re a dead woman,” Rafael said in anger before he left the kitchen.

The bastard, Rosalyn thought to herself. She quickly made two eggs with bacon on the side. She poured a cup of orange juice for Nathaniel before she made two toasts for him. She was good with just eating cereal.

“Hey,” Rosalyn said as she walked into his room with a tray. “Your brother’s very rude,”

Nathaniel raised his eyebrow at her. She walked in without even knocking once again. He wondered why she was still here. He thought Rafael would have killed her by now.

“You don’t knock,” Nathaniel muttered when she dropped the tray on the bedside table.

“You don’t say thank you,” Fareeda said folding her arms on her chest. She gave him a look of disapproval. Maybe he and Rafael were actually cut from the same cloth, but he was just injured.

“Thank you,” Nathaniel grunted when she didn’t stop looking at him. He took the tray and shoved some of the bacon into his mouth.

“Is there a cook or something?” Nathaniel asked he didn’t know what happened to Hannah whether she died in the gunfire or she ran away.

“Um no, is there a problem with my cooking?” Rosalyn asked as she slowly took a seat beside him.

“You shouldn’t be doing the cooking,” Nathaniel said avoiding her question. Her food tasted good, but it was not her place to cook for him or the house.

“Get me the bottle of scotch in that drawer,” Nathaniel commanded filling the silence.

“No,” Rosalyn said simply. She looked at him like he was insane. He was just recovering from his injury and he wanted alcohol. “What? You are recovering from a gunshot wound. That orange juice should do,” she continued.

Nathaniel glared at her harshly, but it looked like she wasn’t moved at all. His glare did nothing to affect her.

“Don’t look at me like that, seriously you shouldn’t be taking alcohol,” Rosalyn said in a softer tone now.

“Why isn’t my brother letting you leave?” Nathaniel asked.

“You should ask him. He’s not just keeping me here, he treats and talks to me like shit,” Rosalyn said angrily. She knew there was no way she would last here.

Nathaniel only stared at her. He didn’t miss how long and full her lashes were. Her eyes were bright, big and most of all young. Once he finished eating and rolled over on the bed to sleep. Rosalyn only stared at his back for a moment, even under his shirt his muscles were very defined. She picked up the tray and left when he told her to stop staring at him.

As she left his room, Rafael walked in. He was still upset from what Nathaniel could see. Nathaniel remained silent waiting for him to speak.

“What’s the plan?” Rafael asked his arms crossed around his chest.

Nathaniel shook his head before he spoke,

“I’m trying to sleep,”

“There’s no time for sleeping when our sister is out there,” Rafael said raising his voice.

“Shut the fuck up, Rafael. You never wanted to be a part of this. If you were in the fucking house like I said you should be, maybe they wouldn’t have been able to take Isobel,” Nathaniel said his voice filled with anger now.

“Don’t fucking think to blame me, you dumbass,” Rafael spat at him. It was obvious he wasn’t holding anything back now.

“Watch your fucking mouth,” Nathaniel said angrily. He never raised his voice unless he was beyond pissed. Gunshot wound or not, he would beat the shit out of his brother.

“Now get the fuck out of here,” Nathaniel commanded sitting up.

“Mom and Dad would have never wanted things to be this way. I’m going to find a way to save her since you’re not interested,” Rafael said making his way to the door.

“Yeah while you’re at that leave the doctor alone. Get a fucking cook or something she’s not your slave,” Nathaniel said.

“The dumbass doctor who was crying over you. If Doctor Marciano didn’t come by, you would be dead,” Rafael said. It was like he wanted to rile his brother up intentionally.

Rafael watched how Nathaniel’s eyes darkened even more. He knew he had said the right thing. He wanted Nathaniel to pay and feel the burn he felt for letting them take Isobel.

“Don’t tell me you’re thinking of having a thing with her? First, she’s as dumb as they come and probably only still here for the money just like Emily so—“ Rafael didn’t get to complete his sentence because Nathaniel pounced on him.

“Don’t. You. Fucking. Mention. Her,” Nathaniel said as he continued to punch his brother repeatedly. He didn’t even let Rafael get one in.

Just then Rosalyn walked in wondering what the hassle was about. She had only been a few steps away from the door.

“Hey! Stop!” Rosalyn said shouting. She knew there was no way she would be able to pull Nathaniel away so she took her best bet in pulling Rafael. Nathaniel looked too much like a beast for her to even consider going near him.

The only thing was she didn’t expect the shove she got when she tried to pull Rafael away. She tripped falling hard to the floor and a small cry left her lips. She was glad it wasn’t her head, but her hips were currently killing her.

Nathaniel began to strangle his brother when his eyes fixed on her then moved back to his brother.

“Are you fucking stupid?” Nathaniel hissed at him. She didn’t think neither of them cared that they were hurting each other. Nathaniel pulled him by his neck and out of the room. She was not in the mood for any of this.

Rosalyn managed to get to her feet. She knew she deserved that for trying to stop a fight.

“Are you okay,” Nathaniel asked when he walked to where she stood.

Rosalyn only nodded unable to speak. She stared at his bloody knuckles and wondered if his brother was fine. Did they fight like this every time, she thought to herself. She was only more pissed, to say the least.

“Wait don’t,” Rosalyn said when he made his way towards her. She didn’t know why she said that, but she knew she was afraid after seeing him like that. It was like he couldn’t be stopped.

Nathaniel stood looking at her. He wanted to touch her and see satisfy his need to see if she was okay. He didn't know why he felt that way, but he just did. 

“I-i-i should go see if your brother’s alright,” Rosalyn said slowly walking away.

“Don’t go anywhere near him,” Nathaniel said. She watched how his eyes became dark again. Why did she have something for his eyes? she thought to herself. “He can take care of himself. I’ve been doing well for a while,” Nathaniel said turning away from her. He was heading into the bathroom.

Rosalyn wondered what he meant by that. She knew people could do well on their own, but they didn’t have to most times. She decided against leaving him and made her way after him. He was washing his hands. She noticed he didn’t even flinch as the water poured on his open wounds.

“Do you have any bandages?” she asked. She watched how his head jerked up and he looked at her from the mirror. “Actually, I’ll be right back,” She went to the dresser and looked in the box the other doctor left behind. There was a tube of antiseptic cream and bandages. That would do, she thought to herself.

“Let me,” Rosalyn said when she reached his side. His wound wasn’t actively bleeding. She grabbed a towel and gently dried his knuckles. They were an angry red, nothing that needed major stitches.

“Don’t hurt yourself. You’re lucky the bullet missed your lungs or even your heart,” Rosalyn said almost pleadingly as she looked up into his eyes. She stared into his eyes and she could read him now. He looked at her in confusion and she could also see his shock and amazement.

She gently applied the lotion onto his knuckles before she wrapped the bandage around them. She threw everything in the basket before she left.

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