Chapter 51: Chapter 51

I flinched in fright as the adrenaline kicked in because the noise sounded close to where I was. I stopped to listen if it was just my imagination.

My eyes narrowed as I scanned the area, assessing and making sure it was all in my head because there were only two rooms around

Mine and Victor's room if I was standing outside my room then where did the noise come from. I shifted around and slowly tiptoed in the direction of Victor's room and to my surprise,

I saw light coming from there. I stopped for a while wondering if he was still awake at such a late hour and why did I hear the breaking of a bottle

Fear rushed through me when I stretched as far as my body could let me so I could peek inside his room and what I saw made me freeze in place

My eyes widened as I froze seeing Victor sitting on the floor surrounded by beer bottles. He was trying to stand but he was too wasted to move and beside him, I saw broken bottles

"No no not again" I muttered and didn't wait as I pushed the door open. He didn't even notice I barged into his room but I lunged at him before he could fall on the broken glass pieces and hurt himself

"Victor...stop," I said and held him to the waist. He was heavy as I struggled to keep him still

"D..don't touch me" he muttered with hiccups as he tried to keep me away from him. He stumbled away slipping out of my hold but I was fast enough to grab his hand

"Sir...please move back" I protested when he stepped on the glass and to my shorts, he wasn't wearing any shoes 'damn it, he's hurt' I thought mentally when he too seemed to have felt the sting of the glass pieces embedded in his flesh because he instantly grabbed my waist tight not sure how he was not aware of my presence

I did everything possible to push him back and away from the many broken pieces. His arm wrapped around me and I quickly pushed him with all my strength and we ended up falling on the bed and I unexpectedly fell on top of him and a low gasp escaped my lips when my face connected with his and my lips brushed against his but I was fast enough to move away,

Unfortunately, I couldn't move away entirely when his arms were wrapped around me keeping me down

"Ugh...are you awake...hey"I mumbled as I moved my hair falling over his face but he beat me to it when suddenly reached his hand to my face and gently brushed hair off my face and tucked it behind my ears

I froze, not sure what to do when his eyes met with me. I knew I was done because he was weirdly looking at me.

For a second I wanted to push him away and rain but he caressed my face in a gentle way

"Alisa...you...you came back. I missed you" he murmured as he pulled me down and connected his cold likes with my forehead and my eyes widened in great awe. I was dumbstruck,

not sure what he was doing because now he was calling me Alisa and kept on kissing every part of my face. His heart was beating rapidly that I could feel it alongside mine

I couldn't move when he was holding me in place. His strong arm was firmly around my back while the other hand was holding the sides of my face

"Y...you shouldn't leave me alone...I feel scared without you Alisa...please stay with me" a whisper left his parted lips and my heart ached. It seemed he was drunk and stuck in his sadness.

I stayed there not sure what to do when he was seeing me as his dead wife but why did it hurt seeing him in such a state.

Sadness engulfed me when he released me from his hold but kept his hand cupping my face. I looked into his eyes and they were red as if he had been crying.

"Sir...is Alisa your wife"I managed to overcome the huge lump stuck on my throat as I mumbled the question but the words came out all cracked and my voice was hoarse.

I wanted to know but that was short-lived when Victor passed out and his hands which had been on me fell to his sides and so did his head.

I didn't waste time but quickly moved away from his body because my attention was to his feet. He was hurt hence I immediately lowered to check his feet and I felt fear when I saw a lot of blood dripping from the injury than to the floor

"I should help this grumpy man," I said with heavy breaths as I watched him sleeping there. Why was he so careless with himself. I looked at him for a while then decided to look for anything to clean his feet with.

If they said I looked for trouble then I admitted to that fact because again I was playing a hero just like Victor said earlier. But what he didn't understand was that I hated seeing people in pain.

I couldn't sit still and watch a person in pain hence I was going to help him even if he woke up in the morning and yelled at me

I searched his entire room looking for first aid and I ended duo finding it in the bathroom

If he was a doctor then I would be his doctor for the night. He was badly hurt and his room was. Ames. Why did he drink so much when he couldn't hold his liquor. Maybe his wife's death hurt him badly and thinking about that while I removed the glass pieces from his flesh, I wanted to know exactly how his so-called wife died for him to be so heartbroken

"Was this why you scolded me earlier?"I muttered looking up at him when I was now applying some ointment to get rid of the pain and wipe away the blood.

After a while of making sure the bleeding stopped, I bandaged both his feet, and only when I was satisfied with my work did I exhale and wiped the sweat from my forehead

I worked hard knowing I would get into  trouble the next morning but his behaviors made me feel helpless. Just like the last time. I had to drag him on the bed so he could sleep comfortably and I got to that part

"Okay…"I remarked as soon as I made him still and supported his head with pillows. He was fast asleep and I guessed the liquor he took had an effect.

Like they said alcohol did fix the problem and made one forget their sorrows but that was only partial because immediately the alcohol effect wore off, one came back to reality and faced the problems which doubled than the last time

"Alcohol is bad for your liver...as a doctor, you should know this" I whispered as I brushed a few strands of hair falling over his forehead. I had no choice but to stay a little one since I was sitting on the bed beside his sleeping form.

He was a doctor. Why would he drink so much even if he was hurt? I sighed and prepared to leave the bed when a strong hand grabbed me so unexpectedly and

I ended up falling on top of him and like the last time, he flipped me to his side and hugged me from behind

I was stunned as I tried to get away from his strong hold but his head moved closer and he buried his face in the crook of my neck that I could feel his hot breath on my skin while his hands draped over my body and held me in place.