Nick cut up my t-shirt, exposing the wound in my shoulder.
"Just kill me," I cried as he retrieved the medkit I had used on him before. Nick shot me a glance before he continued what he was doing.
"I'm not going to kill you, Ava," he said calmly, and I laughed, which caused me to cough.
"Why not? You've planned this. You were going to kill me earlier," I said through gritted teeth.
"I couldn't kill you," he muttered annoyed, as he made his way to the fireplace to light it. Odd. He stuck the fire-poker in there, leaving it there before he sat on the table before me again.
"You f*****g shot me," I said, trying to sound angry. I was angry, but I didn't have the energy to show it. Instead, my voice came out like a pathetic whine. Not only was I in physical pain, but the emotional pai
