~Even more Complicated~

...PTSD...

Ivan had quickly walked away to make a call.

The knife was taken from his hands and Zach didn't like that. He tried standing up using the bed side table as support but ended up crashing the expensive lamp on it down.

Ivan quickly cut the call to help his boss."Hey man. You have to stay with me!", Ivan said as he put his phone back in his pocket but was immediately pushed away by Zach, who was heading for the dagger on the floor.

Ivan raced him to it and luckily was able to reach it before he could."Hand it over!", Zach growled.

Ivan stood in defense mode,"sorry boss". If he needed to fight his boss against harming himself, he'd do it. He was the closest for a reason. This wasn't the first time, but he always hoped everytime, that it was the last.

"I said hand it the f*c...", Zach's head suddenly banged as he heard those shrilling noises again making him groan out in pain.

The tattoo machine flashing before his eyes.

Ivan quickly raced over to him but was immediately stopped by Zach midway who had already gotten a gun in his hands pointing it at him.

Ivan knew his boss wouldn't kill him but didn't mean his boss wouldn't hurt him."Give it!", Zach urged him but Ivan shook his head as he contemplated whether to take steps back or forward.

Also scared that his boss would use it on himself instead. He started to wonder what was taking his boss's wife so long.

And just on time she bursted through the door, but Zach didn't hear it...the only words he could hear were whispers made by him.

Eshaal hands had flew to her mouth as she stared at the horrific sight. There were drops and stains of blood but that wasn't even what scared her, it was the fact that Zach was bleeding and he didn't seem to care about it.

Ivan was holding up the dagger and Zach, who was backing her was holding up a gun towards him. Zach looked disturbed and not in his senses, that's what scared her.

She had locked the door behind her and immediately snuck behind him. Ivan gave her a go signal and as Ivan jumped out of the way, Eshaal found her self under his arm which she had positioned up and a stray bullet escaping almost grazing Ivan.

The gun dropped from his fingers and Zach immediately held his head in his hands, taking several steps back colliding with the wall and sliding down. The sound of the gunshot had affected him.

"Zach!", Eshaal called out as she ran and squatted once she got to him."Zach, Zach!". She called out but Zach's kept a hold on ears trying to prevent the voices. She was about to call out again but Ivan interrupted.

"Don't call boss by that name!", Ivan told her but she ignored him. He rolled his eyes and strolled over to her."That's what triggers it". He informed her but she didn't listen.

"No, it's not that. It's something else, go get first aid". She commanded and Ivan immediately did as told. She cupped his face in her hands, trying to make him face her, but his eyes littered everywhere else but her.

His eyes held fear. She's never seen him like this. Only those night were he'd have nightmares. But even those nights he'd still go back to his normal self.

He was having PTSD. And it was worse.

A stray tear fell from Eshaal's eyes. Not because she could feel his pain nor was it that she knew what he was going through.

She just hated seeing him in this state and she knew she couldn't take it away like most girls do in novels, one look and the guys nightmares will go away.