Beautiful Catastrophe

Chapter Eight:

"You need to go to the hospital Nathan." Kim was tired of saying it.

It had been two days since what happened and they hadn't seemed to bump into anymore strange men doing martial arts, yet. They stayed overnight in two nicer hotels but Nathan continued on with the journey despite how sick he had begun to feel. He was feverish and dizzy, he knew it wasn't the best idea to keep on driving but he wanted to just get Kim to D.C. and not have to worry about her for any more time than possible.

The past two days hadn't been filled with more of Kim's great ideas to escape, but instead with her constant nagging for him to go to the hospital. He said the wound would heal itself eventually but she didn't believe him.

"I'm not going to the hospital god damn it. I don't need to."

"Fine then, but don't come crying to me when your shoulder gets all septic and shit." He just rolled his eyes at her. "I'm being serious Nathan."

"Just- just be quiet okay?" he knew she was right but didn't want to admit it.

"Whatever. You know what's going to happen? Your shoulder is going to get all infected and you're going to die and then neither of us will make it back to D.C."

"I think I'd rather be dead right now than have to listen to your bullshit." He grumbled.

"You know what? I don't even care anyway. Maybe I would've been better off just going with those four men back there. I'd rather deal with their karate kung fu s**t than have to sit here with you." Kim was giving as good as she was getting.

"Kung fu is actually Chinese Kim, not Japanese." He scoffed.

"Who the hell cares? I hope we wake up one morning and your arm falls off while it's attached to mine by the handcuffs you use. Then I'll be able to escape and leave you there, knowing I was right all along. You'd have to go back to your boss and tell him how I got away, minus an arm."

Without any notice given at all, Nathan swerved through two lanes and out of the first exit. Kim screamed when she was thrown around in her seat from the sudden jolting.

"Nathan are you f*****g insane? What the f**k?" she questioned him, her eyes narrowed and her brows furrowed as he sped down the roads ahead of them.

"I'm going to the hospital to shut you up."

"No you aren't." she snorted, "You're going because you know I'm right and you also know that if you don't go, your arm is going to get infected just like I said it would."

"No, I'm right."

"I am."

"I am."

"Whatever." Kim rolled her eyes and relaxed into her seat a little. She turned her head and looked out the window.

Nathan allowed her to have the last word this time, in too much pain to keep on going with their bickering. He used his GPS to find the nearest hospital to him and within a couple of minutes, they were parking in the parking lot.

Kim was still in a huff and crossed her arms once she stepped out of the car. She followed Nathan inside where they would wait for an hour until there was finally a doctor free to see him. Kim and Nathan spoke very little in that hour while in the waiting room. After a couple of minutes, Kim had the urge to say something, anything at all, but just couldn't get any words out.

The doctor asked Nathan a few questions and examined his shoulder. He decided the best thing to do was to clean the wound thoroughly and give Nathan some medication to take home with him.

"How did this happen anyways? If you don't mind me asking..." the doctor spoke and turned around the find everything he needed to clean the wound. Nathan shot Kim a glance behind the doctors back to find she was already looking at him, her eyes widened slightly. His mouth turned into a smirk and she wondered what he was going to do next.

"I was trying to teach my girlfriend here how to shoot, she claims she accidentally shot me. But I don't think that's true, do you doc?" Nathan joked. He saw how Kim's expression blanched but she couldn't do or say anything because the doctor had already turned around to look at the pair of them. He chuckled warmly at Nathan.

"I'd like to think it is nothing but the truth." The doctor laughed and then told Nathan to pull down his sleeve and take off his shirt. He prepared himself to clean the wound and then spoke again. "You might need some moral support to get through this, I must warn you." He gave Nathan a sympathetic smile before looking over at Kim who had her arms crossed and her lips pursed. She was almost glaring at Nathan and didn't reply to the doctor.

"Well c'mon babe. Help me out here." He grinned wickedly at Kim, making her suppress a shiver.

She hated herself for feeling as affected by him- every part of him- as she was but it wasn't something she could turn on and off with the flick of a switch. Nathan was aware of this too, he liked seeing her squirm in the uncomfortableness and desire that he brought to her.

Kim knew the doctor was glancing between the two of them, wondering why there was so much tension between the couple. Why would this woman be the one who has clearly bothered when she supposedly shot him? Kim didn't want the doctor to think anything of the pair and so returned a smile to Nathan. He patted the examining bed he was sitting on, his legs dangling beneath him.

Kim jumped up on to the bed but kept some distance from Nathan. He winked at her and then placed his hand between her thighs, gripping the one closest to him and giving it a quick squeeze. Kim tried with much difficulty to stop herself from turning a bright shade of crimson but she was unsuccessful.

"Okay, I'm ready doc." Nathan turned and nodded at the other man.

Meanwhile, Kim was trying to catch her breath. His touch felt as though it would burn through her leg. She didn't think it had been possible until then, she never thought a man could make her feel that way. She knew next to nothing about him, she didn't want to know anything more either. She disliked him, he disliked her- so why was there a million thoughts running through her head in that instant? Kim understood it was an instant attraction, one that didn't seem to be dying down any time soon. She just hoped it wouldn't become stronger rather than weaken.

Kim gulped when she looked at him and saw how he winced slightly, his grip tightening ever so slightly on her thigh. It was then, she looked down and noticed all of the scars on his bare chest. Why hadn't she noticed before when he was shirtless? There was a sprinkle of healed bullet wounds on his torso, their scattered patterns made Kim look in bewilderment.

Everything was cleared up in the hospital room after thirty minutes. Nathan was given medication and advice to take in order to help the wound heal at the quickest pace possible. Kim had yet to speak once they were back in the car and on their way again.

"Why did you do that back there?" Was the first words to leave her mouth when they were settled in and driving at great speed down the highway.

"What sweetheart?" Nathan pretended he didn't understand her question.

"You need to back the f**k off, don't touch me again." She wondered why she was so afraid of him touching her again. Could it be that she felt like she couldn't resist? She hoped not but was still unsure.

"I feel like you're saying no but want to say yes." He laughed at her, causing anger to spark within her.

"Why do you think it's so funny Nathan? It's not."

"Because I find the whole thing quite humorous if you ask me." He came across as unphased, as always.

"The whole thing?" she questioned.

"You, and how affected you really are by me." He chuckled again to himself.

Kim knew she couldn't deny it, so instead let out a frustrated sigh and turned to look out the window. She would get him back another time- much sooner than he expected...

They arrived at their next hotel a couple of hours later. Kim began to wonder when they would get to D.C., they must have been half way there by then. Nathan unlocked the door to their room and looked around after stepping inside. The room was bigger than the others and decorated a lot nicer than previous places they had stayed at along the way.

Nathan walked over to the couch on the opposite side of the room and fell down onto it, sinking into the soft cushions. The duffle bag containing their things was at his feet and so Kim walked over to take her pyjamas out for the night. She was glad that yesterday, they had time to wash some of the clothes, her carebear pyjama set being one thing she definitely needed to clean. She took it from the bag and began to walk to the bathroom with her things.

"Don't be too long in there, or else I'll have to come in and get you." He warned her but remained relaxed with his eyes closed, his hands behind his head.

"Whatever." She called back.

She quickly got changed and had suddenly come up with a plan at the sight of Nathan so relaxed on the sofa. This was the most laid back she had saw him before. His eyes were still closed and his legs were open. A wide grin fell on Kim's face once she spotted him.

Kim tiptoed quietly towards the sofa, still unnoticed until she placed her hands on both his thighs. She knelt down on the soft carpet beneath her and found it strange when he didn't respond or even jump at her actions. She began to gently run her hands up and down his thighs. It was then that he finally spoke.

"What are you doing Kim?" Nathan had yet to open his eyes. He wondered where this was going but wanted to show lack of interest.

"You'll see." She almost giggled, slowly moving her hands to his zipper and undoing his button.

"I thought you didn't want me to touch you ever again." His mouth turned upward to form a small smile but he didn't open his eyes. He paid close attention to Kim's roaming hands, not being able to help himself.

"That doesn't mean I can't touch you." Her voice was low and sultry. She unzipped his pants and placed her hand on his manhood, the thin material of his underwear being the only barrier. She almost thought she heard him groan aloud at her actions but was unsure.

"Kim..." he said aloud, this time she knew she wasn't imagining it. She had taken him into her hand and by then, he couldn't help but open his eyes to look at her. She grinned at him when she saw the complete lust and desire behind his blue eyes.

"Shh." She spoke gently, moving her face closer to his body. She was tempting him, and he found it extremely difficult to not pick her up then and have his way with her. That was what they both clearly wanted. But instead, he done what he was told and kept his mouth shut. He could feel her soft breath on him and put his head back again, squeezing his eyes shut.

She was so daringly close to him. He needed her then, awaiting her touch patiently, but it only led to disappointment when she took her hands away and stood up from the floor. Within a second, Kim was walking briskly away from an unravelled looking Nathan sitting on the sofa. She was smiling to herself as she got into bed, knowing her plan had worked.

"Kim? What the f**k Kim?" Nathan fixed himself and stood up to look at her.

His brows were furrowed and his features held an annoyed expression until she began to laugh out loud at his exterior. Then he looked a little shocked and taken aback.

"What Nathan?" she asked sweetly, she was acting innocent and this pushed his anger further.

"What the hell was that just there? You- you can't just do that."

"I was just making sure-"

"Making sure what?" he raised his voice although she remained calm as she moved under the covers on top of her.

"You're as affected by me as I am by you." She grinned at him and spoke in a matter-of-fact tone that aggravated him.

"No I'm not." He denied it but knew that there was a small chance that he was going to be able to talk himself out of this argument. She would come out on top and he just knew it.

"Yes you are. Nathan- there's no denying it now. You would've gladly let me put your d**k in my mouth just a minute ago, you were waiting for me to do it and now you're angry because I didn't." Kim was turned on her side, her head propped up on her hand as she looked at him. Her statement was the truth and nothing but the truth. Nathan knew he could deny it no more.

"You know Kim, you have a beautiful way of putting things." he said sarcastically. She could tell he was pissed, and it amused her.

"I know." she grinned back at him.

"You're such a bitch." He huffed out before stomping into the bathroom and slamming the door behind him.

She called into him, knowing he would hear her and be irritated even more.

"I know!"