~Even more Complicated~

...PTSD...

Allahussamad- "God, the eternal"

Lamyalid walamyuulad- "He begets not nor was he begotten".

Walamyakunlahu kufuwan ahad- "And there is none comparable to him". She ended and finally cleaned the wound thoroughly.

She looked up at him and saw he had opened his eyes, just staring at her with his beautiful grey wonders. He had been monitoring her every movement from when she started translating.

What was going through his mind?.

Everything and at the same time nothing.

It was until she smiled at him with puffy eyes that he realized what he was thinking.

How can someone so average looking be so beautiful at the same time.

He loved her smile.

He loved her weird character.

Her loved her God fearing personality.

He knew what this was and he believed it but did he want it?.

"Are you feeling better now?", She asked him but he couldn't bring himself to answer.

It looked like she had been crying. Shouldn't he ask the same question?.

Eshaal went back to what she was doing in understanding that he might be going through an after shock.

More Surahs played from her phone and they stayed in Silence as she wrapped her wounds.

She wanted to ask about the other scars.

She wanted to ask about the tattoos

She wanted to ask him to tell her about why he's so self destructive, but refrained from it. She didn't need him getting triggered again.

Immediately she wrapped the wound. She placed his hands back where it was and looked up at him.

His eyes weren't on her anymore, they were focused on his surroundings.

When Zach saw the gun on the floor, his actions of some minutes ago flashed before his eyes and he couldn't help but think, he could have harmed her.

'Pls don't be scared of me. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, you know that right?. Bur-berry?'.

He remembered when he said that back at the penthouse when she was having trust issues with him.

Was it a lie?.

He assured her that day but now he wasn't too sure of himself.

He could have done the exact same thing he said he wouldn't do to her, today.

He looked over at her. She had rested her back on the wall, playing with her fingers now and reciting with the reciter that played.

"Do you trust me?", He asked. His voice a little raspy. Eshaal had turned to him with a smile on her face.

He finally talked.

The question he asked finally ringing in her head making her squint a little.

"Are you feeling alright?", She dismissed his question, and raised her palm to his head to check his temperature but he used his hands to block her hand down.

Ouch. Rejection stung like a b*tch.

"Answer my question", he told her with a sigh. He didn't mean to act like a c*nt to her right now, she was just being Eshaal. Caring yet conniving. He just wants to get answers to an unknown question in his head.