Ecstasy
Part 8's

Not just once, twice, or three. But for a whole night Brandon didn't let go of Selena. It doesn't even matter what the woman's condition is. Whether accepting what he did or not, enjoying every beat of it or not, the essential desire in his hallucinations was channeled. Throw all the liquid in.

Brandon collapsed and fell asleep on top of Selena. Both are unconscious.

Brandon did not open his eyes for a full day, then the next day he opened his eyes with a dizzy head. Both petals blinked, his position was still above Selena.

Brandon tried to focus on the blurred vision. Close the head to the face of the woman below. “Selena?” mumbling slowly.

Brandon slowly got out of bed. He again made sure that he did not see wrong. “Shitt!” the raking while pulling the hair roughly. “What have I done to you?”

Her body was plain, and so was Selena. Brandon believes he did something inappropriate to the woman. Brandon's eyes were rounded with gaping lips when he saw that the white bedsheet had been stained with blood. Not a little or a little, but a lot.

Brandon believes that the blood is coming out of the sensitive area of Selena at the bottom because of its location from there. He approached the unconscious woman until this moment.

“Selena? Build.” Brandon tried to pat the woman's cheek gently. Selena's face looked pale.

“What is he dead?” Brandon's getting riled up. She placed an ear on Selena's chest to listen to whether or not the woman's heart was still beating.

A sigh of relief escaped Brandon's lips because Selena was still alive. “I'll take you to the hospital.”

Brandon was in a hurry wearing a cloth that was lying on the floor. He took Selena's clothes as well but it was torn. “Is this all me?”

Brandon discards the origin of the black fabric that is not worth wearing it. Picked up his shirt from inside the suitcase and used it to cover Selena's plain body.

Brandon's four-wheeled vehicle was speeding on the streets. He parked his car in front of the hospital.

Brandon took Selena out, carried the limp woman inside. “Please, he's bleeding,” he asked anyone who could help.

One of the nurses brought a gurney. “Sleep here, Mr.”

Brandon carefully lays down Selena's body. He also pushed the gurney, but the goal was to pull the lower end of the shirt to cover the lower area that did not wear a cloth cover.

“Let the doctor examine the patient, Mr.” The nurse prevented Brandon from entering the IGD.

Brandon stood quietly at the door. He was agitated, restless, and feeling guilty. “May you be well.”

For thirty minutes waiting, finally the doctor who handled Selena also came out. “Can talk to you?”

“Can.” Brandon followed the footsteps of the doctor who took him into a room. They sit facing each other.

“Master, may I ask your relationship with the patient?”

Brandon was silent for a moment, sorting out the right answer because he could have been a suspect for the incident experienced by Selena. “I'm her husband.” Obviously he lied, forced to do that because surely the hospital will investigate if there is something unusual about emergency patients.