Chapter 5 Diabetic Neuropathy

I woke up, I don't know if it was minutes, hours or even days.

I felt a heavy arm around me as I noticed I had IVs in my arm that is wrapped around his waist as he was taking care of me. I lifted my head weakly as I felt his chest raise and fell.

Fuck.

My head is on his chest.

I went to get off of him when his arm tightened around me, "When was you going to tell me about your condition?" I looked up at him, "When was it a good time to tell you when you was in middle of threaten my parents or the kidnapping." He tightened his arms around me, "We would had made sure you had what you need."

I sighed as I placed my head down. I was too weak to argue with him. His fingers went to my hair as he leaned then he laid his lips on top of my head, "I will be away for a week." I hummed as he reminded me, "No running away. They will shot you on sight."

Just fucking wonderful.

I am in Shawshank Redemption.

I looked up at him as he has a smirk on his face when he closed his eyes, "I will give you a tour in the morning on where you will be allowed to be."

I feel like I am in one of those God Father's movies. I can imagine him sitting behind a desk asking what brings someone to see him on his daughter's wedding day.

What offering can he give?

His arm loosen around my waist, but I don't move. If I do then I know that will stir him which will make him want to talk more or mess with my head.

I don't understand why he cares so much for me. Why he needs me in his room? I call bullshit that it is to make sure I don't run. He is trusting me not to take him out in his sleep. Plus, I don't want to be one of those that goes swimming with the fishes.

Miguel shows me around the massive mansion the next morning. The kitchen was nice and stock, living room was big and over saw the pool in the back.

Other rooms that he showed me to that I will probably not use then I saw a piano but didn't make it known that I saw it considering he didn't show me that it was there. He just walked by the room as if it didn't existed.

I will be seeing you later on my little piano friend. I decided to continue follow him, "The doctor left you a good supply of the medications that you need for your Diabetic neuropathy."

Yes, I have Diabetic neuropathy and had it since I was little. I take medications not to go into a Diabetic neuropathy coma. It is not fun. Little of the goodie green helps which my parents hated but knew it is better than taking harsh medication and I usually keep food on me to keep my sugar levels regulated. I need to keep my blood sugar leveled or I get seizures.

I nodded at him, "Thank you." He shrugged his shoulders, "Had me calling your father to find out what the fuck was wrong with you." I stopped in my tracks, "You spoke to him?" He turned his heel around to face me, "you left me no choice. You had a fuck seizure that no one told me that you could have."

"Did he say when he will have your money?" I asked walking towards him.

He bowed his head, "Fuck, he didn't answer. I had to leave a message then he called me back to give me the name of the medications and what the hell was going on, He had to leave me a message because I was in a meeting. I didn't actually speak to him."

I bobbed my head as I followed him around the rest of the house.