Stockholm Syndrome 2
Title: Stockholm Syndrome 2
Author:liamuse
Rating: PG-13//PG/12
Pairing: Belldom
Summary: AU; Matthew Bellamy wants a revenge.
Feedback: Love it like pasta saturdays and tuesgays.
Disclaimer: Never happened. Never, ever... These characters belong to me. Sadly, I do NOT own any of the real people...
Notes: So again, this is my first Belldom fanfic written in english. =)
My thanks belong to my amazing classmateshiryawinter. So again, thank you, my dear friend. <3
Italic parts are thoughts.
Warning: language
Previous parts: Part 1
Four masked men ran into the bank and immediately showed their guns.
"Alright, keep calm everybody. All we want is to talk to your boss," said Matthew, looking straight into the eyes of the employees.
His gun aimed straight in front of him even though he felt every cell in his body rearing up. He hated it. He hated any kind of violence. And that was why he was scared of how calm he actually was. He stood there, with his friends behind him, trying to ignore the screaming all around.
"I'm afraid he's not here," answered older woman fearlessly, reaching under her table to push a red button.
"Don't even think about it. Nobody wants to get hurt, am I right?"
The woman flinched when she heard Christopher's low threatening voice.
"I'm... I'm sorry. What-" Chris waved his gun, interrupting her. Another wave of scared screaming.
"No questions, dear. Just call your boss and tell him to join us here, will you?" said Chris, giving the woman a warm smile.
"But what am I supposed to-"
"What did I just say? Look, I really don't want to hurt you, okay? So just call him over. And you better sound calm and unsuspicious. We don't want this to end badly, do we?" The fact that he was smiling the whole time scared the woman even more and she slowly nodded.
"I'm sorry, sir. I understand. I'll do whatever you want, but I told you he's not here. He's gone to New York last week."
"What? You can't be serious!" exclaimed Thomas, rushing to Chris' side.
"What do you mean 'he's gone to New York'?"
"Calm down, Tom," whispered Chris under his breath.
Morgan took two steps towards Matthew, watching his confused face. "Matt, what should we do now? I thought you said he was gonna be here."
What am I even doing here? What have I been thinking? You don't have guts for this, Matt.
Matt bent over the counter, lifting the earpiece and handing it to her. "Call him. Tell him I really need to speak with him." He was looking at her with pleading eyes; one phone call, the only one option to deal with this whole situation.
"But-"
"Just call him!" He yelled impatiently, shoving the earpiece into her face. She took it into her shaking hands, afraid of Matthew's explosion.
"Please," he whispered, yelling at himself in the inside. You idiot, calm down. It's not her fault.
"Y-Yes, sir." Matthew took a few steps back, watching the woman dialing a number. Come on, you asshole. Answer the phone. Answer the phone. Answer. The. Phone.
"Good evening, Mr. Howard." Matthew narrowed his eyes, listening carefully to the conversation, even though he couldn't hear the other side of it.
"Yes, this is Samantha. Grey. Samantha Grey. Your... employee? Yes, sir. Almost twenty years, sir. Yes. I know. I'm- I'm sorry, sir. Um, no. Yes, it's important. Some young man wants to speak with you. Yes. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- But, sir! I'm afraid he's not just some- Mr. Howard, please! He- Pardon me? Mr. Howard? Mr. Howard! Hello?" Samantha carefully hung up the phone and looked at Matthew with fear in her eyes.
"So..." asked Tom.
"He... doesn't have time," she said after few seconds.
"Well he should make some then!" said Tom, reaching for the phone again.
"He doesn't want to speak with you. I'm sorry," said Samantha to Matthew, ignoring Thomas.
Matthew had to take a deep breath. "Excuse me?"
"You can't be serious! Look, tell you what. Now, you're gonna call him again and tell him that he will fucking speak with him! He will! Okay? Do you get it? Understand? Because if he won't-" Thomas' threats were interupted by Chris who pulled him back by his shirt's collar.
"Enough, mate."
"Hey! Hey, leave her alone!"
Matthew's head cocked around to see the one who said it.
"Who do you think you are?" growled Thomas and ran towards a man who was watching him with furious eyes from the corner of the room.
"Wha- Who do you think you are?! She's done everything you said! Put your hands off of her!" yelled the man, his messy blond hair shaking with anger.
Thomas aimed his gun at him and smirked, watching the blond hugging his knees tightly. "I don't think you're in the position when you could tell me what to do, blondie."
Matthew's eyes grew wider when he heard two girls sitting next to the blond scream. "What the hell are you doing? Put it away!" exclaimed Matthew and pushed Tom's hand down. He looked away from Thomas to see the blond.
One glance. One second. For only one second he froze. The blond lifted his head to meet his eyes.
Matt shook his head. "Who are you?"
"Why would I tell you?" murmured the man with obvious rebelliousness in his voice.
"I’m not playing any stupid games with you. Who. Are. You?"
"You really don’t know, do you?" smirked the blond.
Matt’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Why? Should I?"
"Well… Yeah, apparently. Why don’t you tell me your name first?" The blond shrugged, a playful smile on his lips.
"You’re not as stupid as you look," laughed Matthew without a single trace of humor.
"Oh! I’m so honoured!"
"Though you’re not smart as well. Because if you were, you’d be scared as hell right now."
Again that feeling. His stomach clenched when he realized how close he was to the path which he didn’t want to go. How was his voice so firm and insistent? Where did that come from? He knew…
He stepped closer to the blond and locked his eyes in an unbreakable gaze. Only then he noticed what beautiful features the blond had. The blond straightened himself to show he wasn’t afraid at all, never breaking the gaze he shared with Matt’s fierce blue eyes.
"Really?" he breathed, one eyebrow lifted. "And why’s that?" he asked, never noticing how close their faces were getting.
A sharp pain flew throught Matt as his mind filled hundreds of mental pictures. His hand shot towards to blond, griping his throat firmly. Dad…
"You fucking tease!"
"Dominic, Stop! Please, stop! You’ll hurt him!" screamed Samantha.
"Dominic?" repeted Morgan, eyes flicking between Matt and the blond.
Matthew’s grip loosened a bit, head turning to the older woman, then to Morgan and back to the frightened man beneath him. "What?" he asked, slightly confused.
"Dominic Howard?" spoke Morgan again, ignoring Matthew’s question.
"You’re his son?!" exclaimed horrified Matthew, letting him go.
"No shit, Sherlock," rasped Dominic, rubbing his sore neck.
"So, you’re that spoiled child," stated Thomas, shaking his head. Dominic shot him an incredulous look from the floor.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me, blondie. That one who always gets what he wants. Money, cars, girls," he nodded at the girls giving them a wink. "Oh, yeah. We’ve heard about you. Dominic James Howard."
"Whoa! Wait a minute! Did you really just say that? Really? A bloke in a mask after a failed bank robbery?"
"What? You sick idiot! We’re not his sluts!" squealed one of the girls, pointing her long pink nail at Thomas.
"Shut up, Jessica," said Dominic coldly.
"Listen, you-" Tom's hand with gun was lifting again when Morgan's urgent voice stopped him.
"We gotta go. We've been here for too long."
Matthew heard him. He understood what he was saying, but somehow, he couldn't bring himself to move. Dominic Howard. He's different than I've been imagining him. A picture of the man with this name was totally different. Until now. Is it possible that this is his son? Sure, there was the arrogance and contempt in his eyes, but still...
A few seconds ticked by and Matthew didn't move. He'd been watching Dominic the whole time with a rather absent expression. Nobody dared to interrupt him. They had learned long ago that it was useless in situations like this one. Nearly one minute had passed when Dominic broke the gaze, grey eyes nervously looking away.
Think, Matthew. Think... You can't leave him here. Why couldn't I? Two of his selves were fighting each other when Dominic's eyes found his once again. "He's going with us."
"What? Whyyy?" whined Thomas and threw his head back, annoyed.
"Just take him with us, oayk? I have a plan. Tie him up, quickly," commanded Matthew, watching Dominic's face become more and more panicked.
"Wait, wait, wait! What? I'm not going anywhere! Don't touch me! Don't you even dare-" Dominic's words dissolved into Jessica's and the other girl's terrified screams as Tom's gun collided with his head.
"Annoying bastard," growled Thomas and motioned for Chris to lift the blond from the ground.
"Are you out of your freaking mind?" yelled Matthew reaching for Dominic's unconscious body.
"Calm down, mate. He's not dead."
"You idiot! I hope so!"
A pair of arms tugged at the hem of his jacket, pulling him away. "We don't have time, Matt," whispered Morgan urgently.
Matthew just nodded and headed towards the door, quickly followed by the rest of his friends.
"It was nice to meet you, Samantha," smirked Thomas. "Ladies." Jessica and the other girl giggled madly, forgetting about Dominic after Tom's smile followed by a nod. "Cheers."
***
"Good morning, sleeping beauty."
It took him a while to figure out that the sound he heard was a voice and that it was probably speaking to him. At last, Dominic managed to open his eyes. The first thing he saw was a huge figure standing above him and watching him through a black mask with curious, but smiling eyes. Sadly, the first thing he felt wasn't as pleasant as the one he saw. A burning pain was shooting from his head to the rest of his body.
"My head. It... hurts." He flinched at the sound of his own voice and held his head in both hands.
"N'awww. Don't be such a baby," giggled Christopher.
"No, I mean it. It hurts," whispered Dominic.
"Yeah, right. Come on, it's time for lunch and you don't want to miss our special pasta day, do you?" Chris stood up and offered him his hand.
Before he could react, Dominic lifted his upper body, reaching for the offered hand, but at the same second he fall back on the pillow, eyes closed.
"Hey, you ok?" Chris asked, looking at the blond, confused. "Nice try, man," he snorted with laughter, but Dominic didn't react. "Hey, really." He tried to shake with his shoulder. Still no reaction. "Howard, I mean it, ok? Hey!" Another shake. "Howard? Hey!" Nothing. "Shit. Matt!"
Matthew's head appeared in the door after he had heard Chris calling him. "What is it?"
"He- he just... I don't know! He woke up and his head hurt and then he just passed out," said Chris, gesturing madly at unconscious Dominic.
"What?" Matthew's next move could be described as almost non-existant. Before Chris could blink, Matthew was standing above Dominic's body, mumbling one word over and over again. "No, no, no, no, no, no! Dominic!" His hands were everywhere at the same moment, eyes scanning Dominic's hot skin inch by inch. "He's bleeding! Dominic!"
Chris could do nothing, but watch his friend with shock in his eyes. "Bleeding?"
"For God's sake! Haven't you noticed?" Chris just shook his head, watching Matthew's frantic movements.
Blood was now almost everywhere on the sheets, but that was the smallest of Matthew's concerns. "Dominic! Come on, open your eyes! Can you hear me? Wake up! Don't just stand there! Help me! Dominic, please. Water!"
"Eh?"
"Cold water! Bring cold water! Now!"
"Okay," said Chris and rushed out of the room, almost colliding with Morgan in the hall.
"Whoa! What's going on?" asked Morgan, stumbling and trying to find his balance.
"Howard passed out," explained Chris loudly, so his voice could be heared from the bathroom and over the running water.
"Why? What happened?" Morgan followed him back to the room that was now Dominic's.
"Thomas. This is his fault. He punched him too hard. He's lost way too much blood," answered Matthew when they were back, reaching for the wet towel.
Chris stood silently with Morgan by his side in the corner of the room, both watching curiously as Matthew gently stroked Dominic's face with the cold cotton fabric.
"Wh-uh. What-" Dominic's lips slightly parted as he tried to form a meaningful sentence.
"Dominic! Thank God. Can you hear me? Can you open your eyes?"
Matthew's urgent voice made him try and open his eyes, his eyelids fluttering. He blinked a few times to focus his fuzzy gaze on the figure above him.
"Um... ow." His hands found his head again as he whined in pain.
When his fingers touched the cut skin, he gasped and brought them down to look at them. His eyes closed tightly again, when he saw all the blood.
"What happened?" he breathed.
Matthew's face wrenched with concern. "Don't you remember?"
"I do, but... Jesus... I can barely hear you. My... head," answered Dominic, opening his eyes when Matthew softly tugged at his hand to prevent him from touching his wound.
"Calm down. You've lost a lot of blood. You have to get some rest."
Dominic looked at him, wondering whether he's the same person he talked to in the bank. It's gotta be him. These eyes... Who is he? Who are you? "Who are you?" he croaked. It was impossible to look away from each other's eyes.
"I'm..." Why is he looking at me like that? I hurt him. That's why.
"Are you ok, mate?" It was Dominic who broke the gaze, whipping his bloody fingers into the sheets nervously.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be? Just make sure you stop the bleeding," said Matthew firmly, leaving the room without waiting for an answer.
Dominic closed his eyes again, trying to erase the piercing blue eyes from his mind, but soon finding it impossible. He sighed.
"My head."
Author:liamuse
Rating: PG-13//PG/12
Pairing: Belldom
Summary: AU; Matthew Bellamy wants a revenge.
Feedback: Love it like pasta saturdays and tuesgays.
Disclaimer: Never happened. Never, ever... These characters belong to me. Sadly, I do NOT own any of the real people...
Notes: So again, this is my first Belldom fanfic written in english. =)
My thanks belong to my amazing classmateshiryawinter. So again, thank you, my dear friend. <3
Italic parts are thoughts.
Warning: language
Previous parts: Part 1
Four masked men ran into the bank and immediately showed their guns.
"Alright, keep calm everybody. All we want is to talk to your boss," said Matthew, looking straight into the eyes of the employees.
His gun aimed straight in front of him even though he felt every cell in his body rearing up. He hated it. He hated any kind of violence. And that was why he was scared of how calm he actually was. He stood there, with his friends behind him, trying to ignore the screaming all around.
"I'm afraid he's not here," answered older woman fearlessly, reaching under her table to push a red button.
"Don't even think about it. Nobody wants to get hurt, am I right?"
The woman flinched when she heard Christopher's low threatening voice.
"I'm... I'm sorry. What-" Chris waved his gun, interrupting her. Another wave of scared screaming.
"No questions, dear. Just call your boss and tell him to join us here, will you?" said Chris, giving the woman a warm smile.
"But what am I supposed to-"
"What did I just say? Look, I really don't want to hurt you, okay? So just call him over. And you better sound calm and unsuspicious. We don't want this to end badly, do we?" The fact that he was smiling the whole time scared the woman even more and she slowly nodded.
"I'm sorry, sir. I understand. I'll do whatever you want, but I told you he's not here. He's gone to New York last week."
"What? You can't be serious!" exclaimed Thomas, rushing to Chris' side.
"What do you mean 'he's gone to New York'?"
"Calm down, Tom," whispered Chris under his breath.
Morgan took two steps towards Matthew, watching his confused face. "Matt, what should we do now? I thought you said he was gonna be here."
What am I even doing here? What have I been thinking? You don't have guts for this, Matt.
Matt bent over the counter, lifting the earpiece and handing it to her. "Call him. Tell him I really need to speak with him." He was looking at her with pleading eyes; one phone call, the only one option to deal with this whole situation.
"But-"
"Just call him!" He yelled impatiently, shoving the earpiece into her face. She took it into her shaking hands, afraid of Matthew's explosion.
"Please," he whispered, yelling at himself in the inside. You idiot, calm down. It's not her fault.
"Y-Yes, sir." Matthew took a few steps back, watching the woman dialing a number. Come on, you asshole. Answer the phone. Answer the phone. Answer. The. Phone.
"Good evening, Mr. Howard." Matthew narrowed his eyes, listening carefully to the conversation, even though he couldn't hear the other side of it.
"Yes, this is Samantha. Grey. Samantha Grey. Your... employee? Yes, sir. Almost twenty years, sir. Yes. I know. I'm- I'm sorry, sir. Um, no. Yes, it's important. Some young man wants to speak with you. Yes. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- But, sir! I'm afraid he's not just some- Mr. Howard, please! He- Pardon me? Mr. Howard? Mr. Howard! Hello?" Samantha carefully hung up the phone and looked at Matthew with fear in her eyes.
"So..." asked Tom.
"He... doesn't have time," she said after few seconds.
"Well he should make some then!" said Tom, reaching for the phone again.
"He doesn't want to speak with you. I'm sorry," said Samantha to Matthew, ignoring Thomas.
Matthew had to take a deep breath. "Excuse me?"
"You can't be serious! Look, tell you what. Now, you're gonna call him again and tell him that he will fucking speak with him! He will! Okay? Do you get it? Understand? Because if he won't-" Thomas' threats were interupted by Chris who pulled him back by his shirt's collar.
"Enough, mate."
"Hey! Hey, leave her alone!"
Matthew's head cocked around to see the one who said it.
"Who do you think you are?" growled Thomas and ran towards a man who was watching him with furious eyes from the corner of the room.
"Wha- Who do you think you are?! She's done everything you said! Put your hands off of her!" yelled the man, his messy blond hair shaking with anger.
Thomas aimed his gun at him and smirked, watching the blond hugging his knees tightly. "I don't think you're in the position when you could tell me what to do, blondie."
Matthew's eyes grew wider when he heard two girls sitting next to the blond scream. "What the hell are you doing? Put it away!" exclaimed Matthew and pushed Tom's hand down. He looked away from Thomas to see the blond.
One glance. One second. For only one second he froze. The blond lifted his head to meet his eyes.
Matt shook his head. "Who are you?"
"Why would I tell you?" murmured the man with obvious rebelliousness in his voice.
"I’m not playing any stupid games with you. Who. Are. You?"
"You really don’t know, do you?" smirked the blond.
Matt’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Why? Should I?"
"Well… Yeah, apparently. Why don’t you tell me your name first?" The blond shrugged, a playful smile on his lips.
"You’re not as stupid as you look," laughed Matthew without a single trace of humor.
"Oh! I’m so honoured!"
"Though you’re not smart as well. Because if you were, you’d be scared as hell right now."
Again that feeling. His stomach clenched when he realized how close he was to the path which he didn’t want to go. How was his voice so firm and insistent? Where did that come from? He knew…
He stepped closer to the blond and locked his eyes in an unbreakable gaze. Only then he noticed what beautiful features the blond had. The blond straightened himself to show he wasn’t afraid at all, never breaking the gaze he shared with Matt’s fierce blue eyes.
"Really?" he breathed, one eyebrow lifted. "And why’s that?" he asked, never noticing how close their faces were getting.
A sharp pain flew throught Matt as his mind filled hundreds of mental pictures. His hand shot towards to blond, griping his throat firmly. Dad…
"You fucking tease!"
"Dominic, Stop! Please, stop! You’ll hurt him!" screamed Samantha.
"Dominic?" repeted Morgan, eyes flicking between Matt and the blond.
Matthew’s grip loosened a bit, head turning to the older woman, then to Morgan and back to the frightened man beneath him. "What?" he asked, slightly confused.
"Dominic Howard?" spoke Morgan again, ignoring Matthew’s question.
"You’re his son?!" exclaimed horrified Matthew, letting him go.
"No shit, Sherlock," rasped Dominic, rubbing his sore neck.
"So, you’re that spoiled child," stated Thomas, shaking his head. Dominic shot him an incredulous look from the floor.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me, blondie. That one who always gets what he wants. Money, cars, girls," he nodded at the girls giving them a wink. "Oh, yeah. We’ve heard about you. Dominic James Howard."
"Whoa! Wait a minute! Did you really just say that? Really? A bloke in a mask after a failed bank robbery?"
"What? You sick idiot! We’re not his sluts!" squealed one of the girls, pointing her long pink nail at Thomas.
"Shut up, Jessica," said Dominic coldly.
"Listen, you-" Tom's hand with gun was lifting again when Morgan's urgent voice stopped him.
"We gotta go. We've been here for too long."
Matthew heard him. He understood what he was saying, but somehow, he couldn't bring himself to move. Dominic Howard. He's different than I've been imagining him. A picture of the man with this name was totally different. Until now. Is it possible that this is his son? Sure, there was the arrogance and contempt in his eyes, but still...
A few seconds ticked by and Matthew didn't move. He'd been watching Dominic the whole time with a rather absent expression. Nobody dared to interrupt him. They had learned long ago that it was useless in situations like this one. Nearly one minute had passed when Dominic broke the gaze, grey eyes nervously looking away.
Think, Matthew. Think... You can't leave him here. Why couldn't I? Two of his selves were fighting each other when Dominic's eyes found his once again. "He's going with us."
"What? Whyyy?" whined Thomas and threw his head back, annoyed.
"Just take him with us, oayk? I have a plan. Tie him up, quickly," commanded Matthew, watching Dominic's face become more and more panicked.
"Wait, wait, wait! What? I'm not going anywhere! Don't touch me! Don't you even dare-" Dominic's words dissolved into Jessica's and the other girl's terrified screams as Tom's gun collided with his head.
"Annoying bastard," growled Thomas and motioned for Chris to lift the blond from the ground.
"Are you out of your freaking mind?" yelled Matthew reaching for Dominic's unconscious body.
"Calm down, mate. He's not dead."
"You idiot! I hope so!"
A pair of arms tugged at the hem of his jacket, pulling him away. "We don't have time, Matt," whispered Morgan urgently.
Matthew just nodded and headed towards the door, quickly followed by the rest of his friends.
"It was nice to meet you, Samantha," smirked Thomas. "Ladies." Jessica and the other girl giggled madly, forgetting about Dominic after Tom's smile followed by a nod. "Cheers."
***
"Good morning, sleeping beauty."
It took him a while to figure out that the sound he heard was a voice and that it was probably speaking to him. At last, Dominic managed to open his eyes. The first thing he saw was a huge figure standing above him and watching him through a black mask with curious, but smiling eyes. Sadly, the first thing he felt wasn't as pleasant as the one he saw. A burning pain was shooting from his head to the rest of his body.
"My head. It... hurts." He flinched at the sound of his own voice and held his head in both hands.
"N'awww. Don't be such a baby," giggled Christopher.
"No, I mean it. It hurts," whispered Dominic.
"Yeah, right. Come on, it's time for lunch and you don't want to miss our special pasta day, do you?" Chris stood up and offered him his hand.
Before he could react, Dominic lifted his upper body, reaching for the offered hand, but at the same second he fall back on the pillow, eyes closed.
"Hey, you ok?" Chris asked, looking at the blond, confused. "Nice try, man," he snorted with laughter, but Dominic didn't react. "Hey, really." He tried to shake with his shoulder. Still no reaction. "Howard, I mean it, ok? Hey!" Another shake. "Howard? Hey!" Nothing. "Shit. Matt!"
Matthew's head appeared in the door after he had heard Chris calling him. "What is it?"
"He- he just... I don't know! He woke up and his head hurt and then he just passed out," said Chris, gesturing madly at unconscious Dominic.
"What?" Matthew's next move could be described as almost non-existant. Before Chris could blink, Matthew was standing above Dominic's body, mumbling one word over and over again. "No, no, no, no, no, no! Dominic!" His hands were everywhere at the same moment, eyes scanning Dominic's hot skin inch by inch. "He's bleeding! Dominic!"
Chris could do nothing, but watch his friend with shock in his eyes. "Bleeding?"
"For God's sake! Haven't you noticed?" Chris just shook his head, watching Matthew's frantic movements.
Blood was now almost everywhere on the sheets, but that was the smallest of Matthew's concerns. "Dominic! Come on, open your eyes! Can you hear me? Wake up! Don't just stand there! Help me! Dominic, please. Water!"
"Eh?"
"Cold water! Bring cold water! Now!"
"Okay," said Chris and rushed out of the room, almost colliding with Morgan in the hall.
"Whoa! What's going on?" asked Morgan, stumbling and trying to find his balance.
"Howard passed out," explained Chris loudly, so his voice could be heared from the bathroom and over the running water.
"Why? What happened?" Morgan followed him back to the room that was now Dominic's.
"Thomas. This is his fault. He punched him too hard. He's lost way too much blood," answered Matthew when they were back, reaching for the wet towel.
Chris stood silently with Morgan by his side in the corner of the room, both watching curiously as Matthew gently stroked Dominic's face with the cold cotton fabric.
"Wh-uh. What-" Dominic's lips slightly parted as he tried to form a meaningful sentence.
"Dominic! Thank God. Can you hear me? Can you open your eyes?"
Matthew's urgent voice made him try and open his eyes, his eyelids fluttering. He blinked a few times to focus his fuzzy gaze on the figure above him.
"Um... ow." His hands found his head again as he whined in pain.
When his fingers touched the cut skin, he gasped and brought them down to look at them. His eyes closed tightly again, when he saw all the blood.
"What happened?" he breathed.
Matthew's face wrenched with concern. "Don't you remember?"
"I do, but... Jesus... I can barely hear you. My... head," answered Dominic, opening his eyes when Matthew softly tugged at his hand to prevent him from touching his wound.
"Calm down. You've lost a lot of blood. You have to get some rest."
Dominic looked at him, wondering whether he's the same person he talked to in the bank. It's gotta be him. These eyes... Who is he? Who are you? "Who are you?" he croaked. It was impossible to look away from each other's eyes.
"I'm..." Why is he looking at me like that? I hurt him. That's why.
"Are you ok, mate?" It was Dominic who broke the gaze, whipping his bloody fingers into the sheets nervously.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be? Just make sure you stop the bleeding," said Matthew firmly, leaving the room without waiting for an answer.
Dominic closed his eyes again, trying to erase the piercing blue eyes from his mind, but soon finding it impossible. He sighed.
"My head."