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Aimee's head turned towards the door and she grew red with fury as she stood from the bed. "You stupid bitch!" She whispered loudly, panicking as she continued to hear knocks sounding at the door. She should have never let Rae lead up here. Whether she would have been torturing her or pleasuring her, there would have been loud sounds and someone would have been complaining. Pissed and scared, Aimee rushed around the room until she found a robe then turned the TV on, raising the volume of it. Maybe she would be able to blame it on the sounds of the TV. Beginning to make her way over to the door, she looked back down at Rae and came close to her face. "If you even so much as breath too loud, Ill fucking kill you." She threatened calmly before walking over to the door again.

Opening it and leaning against the frame, making sure that the employee wouldn't be able to see into the room, she gave a sweet smile and stared at them. "Ms. Collins is busy at the moment, but I can answer any questions that you might have. I'm a close friend of hers."
 
Rae looked to the door. Tears continued to roll. She was pale and she would need some care pretty soon. The pounds on the door continued. Rae's eyes were glazed from pain as she began to slowly enter into shock from blood loss. She was trembling and watched Aimee walk away. She would have giggled, if she had the energy. The room was spinning and dipping and it felt like it had dropped several degrees.

When the door opened, it reavelead that the person who was knocking. It was the manager. She was very beautiful and elegant looking. Her hair was cut short and black. Putting her hands on her hips she frowned and looked up and down the girl and noticed blood on one of Aimee's hands and canted her head. "So, you said that your not Ms. Collins then? Ma'am, I need to speak to Ms. Collins. She bought this room and I would like to remind her of the hotel rules." She crossed her arms in front of her breast obviously not impressed. She was probably a dominant of her own relationship.
 
Aimee held back from scowling when the woman had demanded that she speak to Rae. What part of Aimee's explanation didn't she understand. Sucking in a deep breath, she bit her tongue and prevented herself from saying anything that was too incriminating. "I'm sorry ma'am, but Ms. Collins is busy and she can't speak to you right now. So if you would like to come back at a time when she is available, I'll be sure to tell her so she can be ready for you." Aimee said in a gentle voice. She looked the woman up and down and noticed how attractive she was.

All the time Rae had spent away, Aimee soon had to turn her attention towards other women and at some point men. But none of them were ever as good as her. It didn't stop her eyes from wandering every now and then and this woman, she caused a stir in between her legs. Aimee soon began to think how fun it would be to fuck this woman to have her agree to go away.
 
"Look, Ms. Collins did not put anyone else as sharing the room with her. She did not notify staff that anyone was coming up for a visit. I am going to have to ask you to gather your things and leave or let me talk to Ms. Collins, either way, I am going to talk to Ms. Collins." She shook her head adn smiled. "You know, with blood on your hands, I would suggest that you cooperate with me, dear, because I get very very cranky." She said her voice in a low growl that made even the most demanding dominatrixes get out of her way. She had to be because a lot of bad shit could happen very quick in a hotel.

Rae finaly had slipped into unconsciousness as blood pooled around her on the bed. She was just a cloud above her body. Noticing the sad state of affairs she had found herself in. The only thing she wore was half buttoned pants and panties and her boots. She looked over at Aimee struggling to keep the manager out. If she had been able to talk, she would have suggested that Aimee pretend that she was her and just smile and nod, but Aimee was too thick headed.
 
Aimee turned to look at her hands and saw the blood. She immediately became angry with herself for being an idiot. Why would she not check to make sure nothing had gotten on her. Now this woman knew that something was going on and there weren't too many excuses that she could use. If she said she had hurt herself, cleaning it away would prove there was no wound and she had a feeling this bitch would ask her to do something like that. Panic had begun to settle over her until an idea flashed in her mind and then her confident attitude came shining through once again.

Closing the door partially behind her, leaving it open just a crack, she pushed the woman back with the hand that had not been covered in blood. Aimee made sure not to show that she was intimidated because she knew that was something this prude got off of. With a sly smirk, Aimee flipped her hair and stared back at the woman. "You woman know why there's blood on my hand?" She questioned quickly before continuing. "It's because Ms. Collins happened to be a virgin and tonight, I fucked her so hard, her hymen broke. Right it the palm of my hand." She said proudly, holding up her bloody hand for evidence.
 
The woman looked at Aimee. Saw the obvious panic in her eyes. Then she had thought of something. It was showing on her face. Stepping back she waited for the excuse and canted her head and smiled a bit. "Really, and is that why Ms. Collins can't come to the door?" She looked deep into Aimee's eyes as if testing her. God, this girl was so young, what was she doing running around causing pain. Because several people had complained of the scream of bloody murder.

However, the woman was pretty much enjoying listening to Aimee dig herself a deep hole. It was always funny. Well not funny as in 'ha-ha' but how many times had she seen pimps who got a bit too violent with their whores and kill them try to pull the 'ohh she was a virgin, she bled all over me'? It was like a violent person's go to in hotels.
 
"Yes, that's the very reason why she can't come to the door." Aimee said, sticking to the lie she had made up. "She's tired and a little sore." She added hoping that would make this annoying bitch leave. She asked too many questions for Aimee's liking and she really needed to get back to Rae before she bled out too soon. That would be a mess she couldn't charm her way out of. She had a feeling though, that this woman was not going to stop until she would be about to see Rae, and that was absolutely out of the question. Aimee needed to get her mind focused on something different entirely.

Taking a courageous step forward, Aimee placed a playful finger on the top bottom of the woman's blouse. Whatever it took. She had to do whatever it took. "She needs her rest. I can help you though, like I said earlier." She mentioned, cleverly unfastening the button with a flick of her fingers.
 
"Whatever your name is." She batted her hand away as if it was an annoying fly. "Look, keep it down, if I am called back here again, I will make sure I get into the room. However, if Rae does not show up for check out and we come up here and we find she is what I think she is, then you have your picture on the surveillance camera and you will be in a deep shit of trouble, do you understand?" She looked at her and without waiting for a reply, she turned and walked out. SHe did not have time for little girls playing house.
 
Aimee sighed in relief as she watched the woman walk away. A frown threatened to appear as well since she wasn't able to get another peak of what was underneath that blouse. She shrugged her shoulders though and went back into the room, closing the door and locking it. She then peered over at the bed where Rae lay limp. At the realization that she wasn't sleeping, Aimee's eyes widened and she climbed onto the bed, leaning over her lover's body. She picked up her head and slipped an arm under her back, cradling her unconscious form.

Tears swelled at the rim of her eyes and she attempted to hold them back before they could fall. "Rae, baby. Wake up please. I'm so sorry for hurting you, I really didn't mean to. Just open your eyes for me, sweetheart." Aimee pleaded, leaning close to her face.
 
She had lost a lot of blood. She groaned adn opened an eye as it was terribly unfocused. She was fucked. And the girl that did it all to her, she was cradeling her holding her close. She opened her lips and groaned a word. Leaning back she swallowed. She just wanted to give up, but this was the Aimee she fought for. "Hos...." She tried again but it didn't work. She rested her head agianst her lovers arms. "Hospit...." She licked her lips and groaned and looked at her with her unfocused eyes. She was going to loose consciousness again. She had bled way too much.
 
Aimee's bottom lips quivered as she watched Rae struggle to even speak to her. She had understood what she was trying to say though but she was frightened about what would happen if she took Rae to the hospital. They would ask questions and just the thought of being pressured to answer their questions made her uneasy and she slowly began to enter into a panic attack. The hospital was the last place that that needed to go to. "I can't, baby. They're going to take me away from you and we'll be apart again. Just tell me what to do and I'll take care of you here." She offered.
 
Leaning her head back and then rolled her eyes. She needed stitches, she needed a saline drip, she needed pain killers. Aimee was sweet, but she did not know the first thing in medical. She sighed and watched her lip tremble and frowned. A part of her felt bad watching Aimee, but knew that she did not think about the consequences. Leaning her head back, she rolled her eyes and swallowed. Then an idea struck her. It would probably be the last nail in her coffin. But if Aimee could prove this, and the facts were all there, then she would have to go home with Aimee and would be off the road for a while. She gathered all her energy she could.

"Self...mutilator." She hoped that Aimee got the idea because she was out the next instant. Her chest slowly rising and falling.
 
Though she tried stopping them, the tears fell anyways and streamed down Aimee's face. She had no idea what had gotten into her and why she felt compelled to her the woman she loved so much. Rae could very well die and it would be all her fault. At the mention of Rae's suggestion, Aimee sucked up the idea of having to go to the hospital and realized that was the best for her lover. Aimee needed her and she couldn't let her die in her arms and this hotel room. Sniffing and wiping the fallen tears, she gently laid Rae's body back onto the bed and then hopped off.

She pulled her clothes back on then found a decent shirt in Rae's luggage for her to wear. Grabbing the hotel key and some ID, Aimee placed an arm tightly around her waist then let her body lean mostly on her. She then trudged toward the door, opened it and made her way to the elevators.
 
She knew deep down that her lover was a crazy psycho, but, she knew that ultimately she would do what was right. She was out. Her nipples had stopped bleeding for now, but the rubbing on the red shirt caused them to start bleeding. She was trying to walk and be conscious, but she gripped on Aimee. She rested her head agianst her shoulder. It was a good thing that through the elevators, doors, and to the garage that housed her car, they were not noticed.

She still drove that broken down beetle. It was a bright pink. Laying back, she wished that she could go home. She was in such a great deal of pain.
 
Aimee gently set Rae down in the passenger seat, buckling her in, then going over to the driver's side and buckling herself in. Just as she started the car and cursed out loud. How the fuck was she supposed to get Rae to the hospital when she had no idea where it was. She couldn't wait much longer as she saw some blood leaking through the shirt. She had to get Rae to the hospital before she bled again, so she drove from the parking deck and drove onto the street, going at a speed that was probably illegal. "Do you know where the hospital is?" She asked her lover gently.
 
She opened her eyes and looked around. She swallowed and made some pointing directions half assed. She was not feeling good. Her whole body hurt. Her breasts were killing her. Reaching out she grabbed the water and dranke some and shut her eyes and swallowed. "Go straight and take a...." She blinked and swallowed. "Left..." She rested her face agianst the window and tears rolled down her face still. "I....want to....go home." She said in probably the most pathetic voice ever. With a soft groan.

Soon they were at the hospital and she was once again asleep. She was fighting it as best she could. But she was jsut glad it wasn't a major artery or anything. It would hurt alot.
 
Aimee was crying by the time they pulled into the hospital and rushed inside to go get some help. She couldn't keep carrying Rae all by herself and she needed the assistance of a nurse. She called for some help and once of the nurses on the floor grabbed a wheelchair and followed her back out to the car. She told the woman the story that Rae had given her and pleaded and begged that they do something quickly for her lover. The nurse lifted Rae from the car and into the wheelchair, wheeling her back inside to seek some immediate care.
 
"A self mutilator. That is just too bad." The nurse said adn shook her head gently. She put Rae on the wheelchair and soon they had her hooked up to IVs and had stitched her nipples together. The nurse soon came out and smiled looking at Aimee. "Well, I think you saved that girls life. She owes you a lot. But she needs someone to take care of her. Those can get easily infected." The nurse looked concerned at Rae's sleeping form. They had pried off her shirt and put it to the side. Her nipples now were bandaged carefully and Rae looked out of it.
 
Aimee smiled softly then walked into the room, not waiting for the nurse to tell her whether she was okay or not. She pulled a chair beside the bed and propped her chin onto the palm of her hand, her elbow resting on the side of the bed. Her other hand reached out and stroked Rae's cheek gentle twirling a stand of hair in between her fingers, staring down at her. Aimee felt terrible for all that she had done and needed for Rae to know that. "I'll take care of her." She said to the nurse, now hoping she would leave so they could have some time to themselves.
 
"Good. Because she is mentally unfit, we need you to sign her out when she comes to. Just to make sure everythign is ok." She smiled and walked away. Rae was still sleeping. Her chest was rising and falling. Her breasts were bare, but the curtains drawn. Rae swallowed and bit her lip and looked over at Aimee and blinked as if trying to wake up. They had given her a pain killer. Shifting, she winced rolling her eyes up and groaned. She was not sure what Rae would want her to say. She sure as fuck was not going to say sorry.
 
Aimee sat up straighter when she saw that Rae was awake. A small smile turned up the corners of her lips and she leaned forward to kiss her lover softly. "I'm so sorry baby. I did this to you but I never meant to hurt you, not like this." She added towards the end since her intentions had been to hurt her. Aimee hadn't wanted to nearly kill her though and that's what would have happened if she hadn't gotten her to the hospital on time.
 
"Aimee." She sighed adn reached out and took her face and kissed her back and shut her eyes. "Honey, we really need to get your shit in order. I love you, I do. I can't find happiness in anyone but you, but." She sighed adn stroked her back and leaned up and groaned holding her breast but winced and looked down and sighed as she was istting up. "What the fuck..." She leaned back getting slowly angry and hurt. She turned her face away and tears rolled down her face. She was sure in that moment that she was going to die one day at the hands of her lover.

"I am sorry I hurt you, but you hurt me. Two wrongs don't make it right." Tears continued to roll down her face.
 
Aimee caught a glimpse of the tears falling from Rae's eyes and felt tears swell in hers once again. "I know. I'm fucking crazy and I need to be on my meds." She told her lover, hating to admitting that fact though. "But you know how they make me feel. I can't think for myself and I feel.. not there. Like someone else is controlling my body and my mind. And you may not know how that feels but it's really depressing and that's the reason why I don't take them. Being cruel is just a terrible side effect." Aimee explained to Rae, hoping she would understand why she couldn't take that medicine and maybe even tell her it was alright if she didn't take her medicine.
 
"Baby, I know. But sometimes when you are off your meds, its like." She looked up into those beautiful green eyes. She gripped her hand and trembled swallowing hard. "I get the feeling that sometimes you want to kill me. Like honest to God kill me." She looked up and tears continued to fall down her face. "Like today, I thought you were going to kill me and leave me there. That is why I left, I thought maybe you didn't care about me anymore. Maybe we can learn to communicate and help each other." She reached out stroking her face and pulled her gently close and wrapped her arms around Aimee.

This was Rae's problem. She loved and cared too much about Aimee. She shut her eyes and stroked her back and shut her eyes. She wouldn't ask her again to go on meds. She would just endure with what she could.
 
Aimee climbed onto the side of bed and snaked her arms around Rae's waist as she pulled her body closer to her. Laying her head down on the pillow, she kissed the side of her lover's face and rubbed along her ribs, hoping to soothe her. "I wouldn't have killed you intentionally. I would never want to kill you but sometimes you can be irritating. Like earlier, when you said you only love me when I was on the medication. Do you know how much that hurt me? To know that you're not in love with the real me." Aimee asked, her tone growing edgy. She then bit down on Rae's earlobe so she would know how much it had upset her.
 
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