Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

It had been a little bit of a rushing mess after the shelf had been lifted off Chris back’s. There was an ambulance, people running around to help and boom, the hospital.

“All clear.” The doctor say to her, tucking one hand into her lab coat. “You can go home this evening.”

“It a whole fucking shelf, Doctor. I mean, you should have seen the shelf. Fucking huge!” Elsa turned to the doctor, her hand grazing Ivy’s own affectionately. “Is it alright if we stay for longer, just to ensure that everything is really fine.”

The Doctor looked back at Elsa, a tired look on her face, like as if she was tired of life and everything in it.

“I feel fine,” Ivy chirped in, noticing the tension.

“You are the injured one here, Princess, you don’t get to judge.” Then she looked back at the doctor. “So, can we? This is an expensive private hospital after all. Whatever the bill, we’ll pay it.” Then her voice dropped to a low sympathy seeking tone. “I’m just so worried for my friend.”

The doctor let out a sigh, walking out of the ward already. “Fine, fine. Whatever.”

The door to the ward shut close.

“I really feel fine though, like as if nothing happened,” Ivy said, adjusting slightly on the hospital bed she laid in.

Since they had arrived at the hospital, Elsa had done some unexpected things. Like deciding to stay with her instead of checking on her boyfriend abd spending a lot of time with him, also she hadn’t asked about why she had caught them in that misleading position. It was like as if it didn’t matter.

That must be a good thing though.

It means she trusted her and her boyfriend not to be going behind her back and doing things they shouldn’t be doing.

Then she remembered the kiss and it made her feel somehow all over again.

‘It is just like a person drowning, Ivy. He saved you from your anxiety attack. The kiss was nothing but a first aid kit,’ she thought to herself over and over again, trying to get rid of the guilt that just wouldn’t leave her.

Elsa’s palms were warm against her face as she checked her all over again to ensure that she was okay.

“Are you sure you are alright? When I saw the shelf I thought–” she placed a hand over her mouth quietly, silencing her tears.

“I’m here, I’m alive.”

“I don’t think I would have been able to live without you.”

“Well, you are in the luck. This Princess is not dying anytime soon,” Ivy said with a wink and Elsa chuckled, using a tissue to dab away her tears.

“Better enjoy this moment. I don’t intend to be so touchy feelings and ruin my expensive mascara like this anytime soon.”

“But I like you like this. Will you do it again of I keep on replacing your mascara?”

“You are such a spoilt brat.”

They chuckled.

“You should check on your boyfriend.”

“I checked on him a while ago.”

“I think you should check again. He mostly had to deal with the weight of the shelf.” Ivy sat up, her face creased with worry. “How is his back? I hope he has no broken bones or–”

The door swung open and they turned to see who it was.

There was Jett in a brown t-shirt with a black jacket and a black pair of trousers, his eyes fixed on his phone as he typed leisurely.

“Okay. I heard there was a shelf situation,” he started to say, his fingers till busy and his eyes on his phone. “I hope someone died or is in a major coma because that would be the only justifiable reason for me to have been dragged out of my work, just to fly down here, all the way from Utia.”

No one spoke, so he looked away from his phone and at them.

“Who is in coma? Please don’t tell me it’s the Yours girl.”

Just at that moment, his gaze landed on Ivy.

He titled his head sideways, visibly relieved.

“Not the Yours girl then. Could it be her alcoholic of a friend?”

Elsa reached out for one of the pillows on the bed and tossed it at him, although she missed him.

He looked down at the pillow, her failed attempt, then up at her.

“Oh, there you are. Then who died?!”

“No one,” Elsa gritted.

He suppressed a grunt.

“Back to Utia, then,” he said walking away.

“Are you serious?” Elsa asked, stunned. “Did you even know what happened.”

“Nobody died, so it doesn’t matter. Stay safe children. I don’t want to have to start flying–” he reached for the doorknob but just at that moment, his phone started ringing.

“What does he want this time,” he muttered underneath his breath before answering the call.

“I just arrived,” he said to the person on the line, then he looked back, his eyes on Ivy. “Chris wants to know if you are alright.”

“I’m alright,” she croaked out.

Why had her voice sounded like that?

“Good. Back to Utia.”

With that he stepped out of the ward.

Elsa yelled after him, “you arrogant piece of shit!”

Something about how he acted always made her so mad.

Her phone dinged at that moment and she picked it up.

It was an Email.

From Jett.

How did he even get her email address?

It read;

“That is such a foul language to be spoken within the walls of an hospital. A child might have heard you.”

Elsa scoffed, eyeing the mail like as if it was the most senseless she had ever seen.

Was he serious right now?

***

They got discharged from the hospital that same day and guess who had to drive them back.

“I thought you said you’d be going back to Utia?” Elsa wasted no chance at stating the obvious, as she settled in the backseat of the car, right next to Ivy.

“A certain somebody cancelled my flight and claimed that I was needed,” he said, his hand tight on the wheels.

Everyone in the car knew he was talking about the person seating next to him, Chris.

His phone dinged.

An email.

Without a change in his expression he read wat it was.

“Name the certain someone, YOU SHITTY COWARD. There! No hospital walls, no children.” He cleared his throat lowly when his eyes passed over the words ‘you shitty coward’.

He could feel Elsa’s eyes on him and so to give her a better view, he tilted his phone more to the right before hitting spam.

Elsa was too shocked by it that a low gasp slipped through her lips, before she quickly covered it up with a cough.

Hearing that, Jett smiled with a sense of victory.

“Are you alright?” Ivy asked.

Her eyes on been on Chris and his bandaged hand since she they had gone to help him out of his ward, up to this moment. Till she heard Elsa coughing over and over again next to her.

“I’m fine, I’m FINE.”

She would kill him. She would definitely kill him.

Spam?

Her?

A whole Elsa Stone!

Heiress to the Heirloom Chains of Hotels!

This man certainly didn’t know who he was dealing with.

“An email from work?” Chris asked, watching Jett tuck the phone away into his pocket.

“No but it is a useless one nevertheless.”

Nah. She would definitely kill him.

***

It had been a couple of days since they got bank from the hospital.

Jett had been glued to his phone and his laptop. Whatever he was doing on it, they didn’t know but it sure took a lot of his time.

Chris had not been able to enjoy the beach because of his hand and Ivy had been keeping to her disciplined routine of staying away from him, which involved leaving the Beach house very early in the morning and coming back late at night.

Elsa had not been able to go with her most times because, she would stay back and take care of Chris.

Ivy met a lot of people at the beach and had fun but in all honesty, nothing was really enjoyable.

She was worried about Chris and she hadn’t been able to thank him properly since that day, since she feared that seeing again might start making her feel things she wasn’t supposed to feel.

Keeping her distance was a favour she was doing to everyone.

She believed.

Today, Ivy decided to stay in her room all day. Only coming out at night to enjoy the pool.

Their were dim colourful lights everywhere.

Elsa had told her that the pool was great.

How wise Elsa was.

This was great!

“I can’t sleep,” she heard that voice that she had been trying to avoid for some days now.

She turned around, the water rippling.

There he was, sitting at the edge of the pool with his legs in the water.

He had a loose shirt on, covering away his bandaged hand.

Well, there was no running away now.

“Why?”

“Everywhere aches. Guess my body is finding it hard to forget about the whole shelf situation.” He chuckled and her heart fluttered.

Her eyes locked with his while she swaying lightly in the water. Like as if she was being controlled by a force greater than her, she found herself gliding through the water, towards him.

“I’m sorry. I just haven’t been able to…”

Finally she was right in front of him, one hand holding the edge of the pool.

Whatever spell he held her in, seemed to have ignited, becoming even more impossible to shake off.

Damn those beautiful brown eyes!

“… thank you. I know it sounds somehow but I’ve been really busy,” she concluded.

“Thank me for what?”

“For saving me from the shelf.”

“I’m the white knight for many things.” He leaned closer, his voice lower, enticing. What else will you like to thank me for?”

“L-like wh-what? I don’t understand.”

“Like the kiss?”