I hadn’t realized how much I like D

I hadn’t realized how much I like Declan’s decorative packaging.
My eyes snap up to Blake. “If he’s fine, then what’s the harm in getting him checked out at the hospital? It’s not like he can’t afford the bill.”
“It’s not about the money, it’s—” He sighs. “It’s hospital policy to report an assault to the cops. Under no circumstances do we want them involved, not with what Declan does for a living.”
“Why? I thought . . . I thought he ran the gym.” I frown as this horrible, sinking feeling settles over me, and I think back to his jeans. His wallet had still been in his back pocket. And his phone was still with him, too. Whoever did this to him hadn’t stolen anything.
My stomach plummets as his refusal for a hospital takes on a whole new meaning. 
Blake grabs his beer. “That’s a conversation you and Declan need to have.” He walks around me, into the living room, and sits on the couch.
Biting my lip, I come out of the kitchen as Blake turns on the TV, lowering the volume till it’s almost inaudible. “Is he still awake?”
He keeps his eyes on the flat screen as he takes another drink. “I doubt it. I gave him some Vicodin, and with the ass-kicking he took. . .” His hazel irises flick up to mine as he says, “You can still go back there if you want.”
I nod slowly, then turn and start walking to Declan’s room. Maybe I’ll feel better about this if I just check on him and make sure he’s, you know, still breathing and stuff.
The door eases open, and it takes my eyes a second to adjust to the darkness. The light from the hallway helps, so I leave the door open a crack as I make my way over to his bed.
He’s on his back, asleep, and tucked under the covers. His right eye has swollen shut, and there’s a butterfly bandage on his eyebrow. The cheek below it is puffy and bruised, and purplish blotches line his jaw. The split on his lip looks red and angry.
My heart aches at the sight, and I frown, unable to identify the emotion flooding me. Whatever it is, it’s heavy and unyielding.
Why didn’t he give me his story yesterday? He obviously has one to tell, and now I want to hear it. In fact, I think he kind of owes it to me after the way I found him tonight.
Slowly and carefully, I climb onto the bed, lying next to him above the covers. His face is tilted toward me and I reach up, brushing the dark fringe of his hair off his clammy forehead. Affection is a foreign concept to me, but seeing him like this makes me want to touch him somehow.
I watch the gentle rise and fall of his chest for several moments, my throat tightening with every discolored splotch I see. Tears fall down my cheeks as I burrow my face against his arm and slip my hand ini his.
"Please be okay.

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Aku tidak menyadari betapa aku seperti Kemasan dekoratif Declan's.Mataku snap up untuk Blake. "Jika dia baik-baik saja, kemudian apa itu kerugian dalam mendapatkan dia memeriksa di rumah sakit? Hal ini tidak seperti ia tidak mampu membayar tagihan.""Ini bukan tentang uang, itu adalah —" ia menghela napas. "It's hospital kebijakan untuk melaporkan serangan ke polisi. Dalam keadaan apa pun yang kita inginkan mereka terlibat, tidak dengan apa Declan untuk hidup.""Kenapa? Saya pikir... Saya pikir ia berlari gym." Saya cemberut seperti ini mengerikan, tenggelam perasaan mengendap atas saya, dan saya pikir kembali ke jeans-nya. Dompet-nya telah masih di saku belakangnya. Dan telepon masih dengan dia, terlalu. Siapapun yang melakukan ini kepadanya tidak mencuri sesuatu.Perutku merosot sebagai penolakannya untuk rumah sakit mengambil arti baru. Blake grabs birnya. "Itu adalah percakapan Anda dan Declan perlu memiliki." Dia berjalan di sekitar saya, ke ruang tamu, dan duduk di sofa.Menggigit bibir saya, saya datang keluar dari dapur sebagai Blake berubah di TV, menurunkan volume sampai hampir tak terdengar. "Apakah dia tetap terjaga?"Dia terus mata pada layar saat ia mengambil minuman lainnya. "Aku ragu itu. Aku memberinya beberapa Vicodin, dan dengan keledai-menendang ia mengambil..." Iris nya hazel film sampai dengan saya ketika ia berkata, "Anda masih bisa kembali ke sana jika Anda ingin."Aku mengangguk perlahan, kemudian belok dan mulai berjalan ke ruang Declan's. Mungkin aku akan merasa lebih baik tentang hal ini jika aku hanya memeriksa dia dan pastikan dia adalah, Anda tahu, masih bernapas dan barang-barang.The door eases open, and it takes my eyes a second to adjust to the darkness. The light from the hallway helps, so I leave the door open a crack as I make my way over to his bed.He’s on his back, asleep, and tucked under the covers. His right eye has swollen shut, and there’s a butterfly bandage on his eyebrow. The cheek below it is puffy and bruised, and purplish blotches line his jaw. The split on his lip looks red and angry.My heart aches at the sight, and I frown, unable to identify the emotion flooding me. Whatever it is, it’s heavy and unyielding.Why didn’t he give me his story yesterday? He obviously has one to tell, and now I want to hear it. In fact, I think he kind of owes it to me after the way I found him tonight.Slowly and carefully, I climb onto the bed, lying next to him above the covers. His face is tilted toward me and I reach up, brushing the dark fringe of his hair off his clammy forehead. Affection is a foreign concept to me, but seeing him like this makes me want to touch him somehow.I watch the gentle rise and fall of his chest for several moments, my throat tightening with every discolored splotch I see. Tears fall down my cheeks as I burrow my face against his arm and slip my hand ini his."Please be okay.