Damien stood outside the door of his bedroom for a while.
"Come on let's go in, we need to go now. I need to leave soon " said Ian.
Damien's sighed knocking on the door.
"You knock, really. It's your room, not hers " Ian muttered.
Damien opened walking in.
Mila was up and gazing out the window. She turned to see them walk in.
"Am sorry I slept for too long?" she said.
"You hungry " he asked walking to her with a tray full of different food.
Mila blinked.
"Not that hungry, "she said.
Ian frowned placing his things aside.
"You need to eat or your wounds won't heal. Your body needs energy to break down the drugs to help on your hand "
"Okay " she took the offered fork taking a piece of egg into her mouth.
Damien watched her eat and a smile crept on his face.
Ian sighed and pushed him away after she was done.
He stood aside.
"Give me your hand," said Ian.
Mila offered it and he took off the bandages. She flinched back in pain but didn't cry out as he cleaned her wounds.
"Thank you," she said after he was done.
"Welcome ".
.....
"Since you have decided to keep her, watch over her. She seems to have a weak body and that wound won't heal unless she's looked after " he said.
"I will, "he said.
Ian watched him," Okay, enjoy your first Christmas with someone "
Damien's cold eyes fluttered.
"Don't forget the promise you made to me " Ian said leaving.
....
Damien was doing something on his laptop when he heard a noise upstairs. Heading up he entered his room to find Mila not in bed.
The noise was in the bathroom, he entered it to find her trying to wash her face.
"Do you need my help?" he asked
Mila gasped looking up.
"Oh no, am okay," she said.
His eyes looked down at her, "I don't think so "
You can't do it without my help, "Damien said.
Mila looked away feeling her face burn up, he was so close and his arm was around her waist.
"I can just use my other hand," she said.
"You can't," he said again.
Mila breathed escaping from his gaze she walked away.
"Then I will take a bath after my other hand heals " she stammered.
He scoffed.
"Really "he walked to where she was, sniffing her hair." for you have started to smell like a...".
Mila pulled away glaring up at him," Am sorry that I reek but I can't take a shower right now cause my arm is hurt "
She ran back into the bedroom and jumped back into bed, hiding under the covers.
Damien followed watching her hide. He sighed.
"Am sorry I didn't mean to offend you " he said sitting down on the bed.
She said something but he couldn't hear.
"I can't hear what you're saying," he said.
Mila's head popped out," I said, you did offend me...am sorry I stink too".
He smiled seeing her big eyes stare back at him and her apology.
"If you don't mind then I can help wash your hair "he said.
Mila sat up, "You can?"
He nodded.
They walked back to the bathroom with Damien holding a pillow.
Placing it down he made her sit down on it then leaned her back on the bathtub, sitting next to her he opened the water and poured the shampoo into her hair.
His soft fingers gently rubbed through her hair scrambling down her scalp.
She smiled closing her eyes. He noticed her comfort and smiled too.
Mila enjoyed the washing of her hair until she heard Damien's voice close to her ears.
"Done, "he said.
Her eyes opened to see his face so close. She held her breath.
His clear blue eyes stared down at her.
"Thank you" she mouthed.
"Welcome, "he said
He didn't move back staring down her face.
"Now we can clean the rest of the body "he suddenly said.
"Ahh..." she moved bumping her head into his. She cried out in pain staggering back, using her hand Mila held on to the rim of the bathtub but hurt her hand instead and let go falling.
Damien moved grabbed her and pulled her into his arms, the force pushed them down into the tub.
She opened her eyes huffing.
"Mila are you okay " he asked touching her face.
She blinked, "I think I am "
"Good "he sighed.
His arms were around her holding her tightly to his chest like he had been afraid she would break if she fell.
After their fall, Damien helped Mila stand up.
Slowly they walked out of the bathroom.
Her clothes were wet and so was his.
Pulling off his shirt, he walked to his closet.
Mila stood there watching him walk off. His shirtless huge pale back, Mila blinked.
He moved back still half naked holding another shirt in his hand.
Mila looked away. It was the second time she had seen him like that.
"Mila go in and change," he said.
"Ahh, but I don't have..." she muttered.
"Chose from mine, "he said
"I...I...can't do that. I will stay this way until they dry " she said.
He frowned, "You never listen, do you "
She met his piercing gaze and fell silent.
Without warning he took her hand and dragged her into the room.
"Chose one, "he said.
Mila looked around to see lines and lines of shirts. Only in two colours, black and white.
"They are all the same "she muttered.
Damien sighed, "Ignore that, just take one ".
Mila took one.
"Now change into that and come out. "he said walking out.