Donatello’s eyes are on me when I look at the bed and I almost fall right there, my heart thumping in my chest at the sudden rush of emotions pouring through me. I don’t want to hurt him, so I force myself to walk to the bed instead of running, to grab his hand like before. I’m crying again, but I don’t care. I press the back of his hand against my cheek and I stand next to his bed.
“Vita Mia, why are you crying? I’m fine.”
My chin wobbles at his words. At hearing him when I thought I was never going to again. “You weren’t fine.”
His other hand comes up to brush my cheek, wiping some of the tears away. “Come here.”
I’m scared to hurt him, so I just awkwardly lean on the bed, putting my ear to his chest as he runs his fingers along the side of my face and head.
“All the way, baby.”
I look at him, at the bandage wrapped across his upper body that’s exposed from the folded side of his hospital gown. “I won’t fit.”
He chuckles and the sound digs in my gut, pulling at my heartstrings. Missing the sound without realizing I was missing it. We haven’t exactly had the best few days. “Get up here. You won’t hurt me.”
He moves his blanket and I carefully climb onto the bed, settling onto his side that’s unmarred. He drops the blanket back over us, his fingers resting against my hip. I don’t talk. I just listen to his heart thumping in my ear, the soft whooshing of every breath he pulls in and out of his chest.
“What happened?”
I pinch my eyes at his question because I don’t want to think about it, let alone talk about it. He moves his shoulder, jostling my head and making me open my eyes. “Can’t someone else tell you?”
He smiles at me, a crooked grin that doesn’t fit the mood. “I want you to tell me.”
I close my eyes again, pressing my face into his skin before I answer him. “Ollie shot you and now you’re here.”
His hand grabs my chin lightly, shaking my head so I open my eyes. “Vita Mia.”
I let out a long breath, licking the dryness from my lips. I find his russet eyes with my own and press my palm over his heart, the steady thumping beneath my head helping calm me. A reminder he’s still here. “Ollie was going to have Jessie shoot you, but he hesitated, so…” It’s harder to get the words out because I keep replaying it in my head. “So Ollie shot you.” His fingers brush some drying hair from my face and I pause, closing my eyes at the touch, only opening them when his finger leaves my skin to start a new path on my shoulder. “Ollie made me drag you down the drive to an ambulance while they all watched… well he didn’t make me. He told me I could leave you there to die or drag you.”
“And you dragged me that entire way?” His words rumble inside his chest, low and deep.
I nod, grabbing his hand to rest against my face, wanting to feel him warm against my skin. “Jessie grabbed you the last bit, but he wasn’t supposed to. I don’t know what Ollie is going to do to him.” The last is a whisper said more to myself than to him.
Donatello starts to lean forward, his fingers grazing my leg, but I hear him hiss and I sit up as best as I can, pulling my weight off of him. “No, I want you on me, Vita Mia.”
I frown at him and he just smiles, lopsided grin eating away at my heart. “I’m not getting on you.”
“Baby, get the fuck on me.” I stare at his face. The tone of his voice not matching the grin he’s giving me.
I slowly shift my leg over his hips to straddle his waist, leaning down to rest my chest to his. I make sure to lay off to the side so I’m not over his wound. I’m only doing it because I selfishly want to feel him.To have as much of him as I can get. Soak up every touch to live off of in my memories because that’s all I’ll ever have with him.
He lifts my head from him, bringing my face to his. I press my lips to his, sinking into them. One of his hands trails along my thigh, fingers lightly scraping as he grips the back of my head with his other, meeting my desperate kisses with his own.
He reaches over and presses the button on his bed that adjusts the back, holding it until he’s sitting up and I can straddle his hips better without needing to support myself as much. “Voglio scoparti, Piccola.” I want to fuck you, baby.
I frown at him, looking around the room. “You literally just woke up after being shot.”
He shrugs, pulling my head to him with a hand on the back of his head to kiss my chin. “I was shot in the chest, not the dick.”
I laugh because it’s one of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever heard. “Don’t you have that… thing in?” I gesture toward where I’m sitting, where I know they had a catheter hooked up.
He shakes his head, his hips moving so I can feel his erection against my ass. “No, they took it out when you were in the shower.”
He’s already running kisses along my neck, soft passes of his tongue that have my fingers softly digging into his shoulders. “What if someone walks in?”
His lips find mine again instead of answering, his hands gripping the edge of
