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" hey, i've never felt warmth in a long time... so, please stay a while longer. "
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"xiao, can you please be more careful next time?"
"why do you care so much?"
"because i do, now be quiet and stop moving,"
the dim lights in the room of wangshu inn shone down on the both of you, providing enough light for you to see what you were doing. you had a needle in your hand while a few bandages in the other. your hands were bloody from him, and preparing to stitch him up was the hardest thing you had to do.
"are you done yet?" he asked, impatient.
"stop moving then maybe i would be!" you argued as you tried to lift up his shirt to expose his open wound. you were moving slowly so you won't hurt him, but it only seemed to annoy him.
"you're slow," he simply said before he removed his shirt, completely exposing his bloody back to you.
your face turned a dark shade of red, but only for a moment until you realised just how big the wound was.
you and xiao were traveling partners, although he saw you more as a type of servant to him since you did practically everything for him even if he didn't ask you to. he was an adeptus, yet you always stuck close to him because he was the one who took care of you as a child when your parents abandoned you. to repay him, you decided to do everything for him.
and that's how it led to this night; where he was too busy protecting you to mind his own safety and ended up getting sliced by a sword to the back. he didn't yell, but he got grumpy at you because he had to take a blow like that to save you. he said that, but you knew it was actually a code for 'i'm glad you're safe.'
"can you just stitch me up," he asked, turning his head to the side to look at you. you nodded shyly as you slid the string into the hole of the needle as he turned his head around.
he took the pillow in front of him and bit on it, ready to endure the stinging pain from your needle. you sighed, your hands shaking from the thought of hurting him badly; since the wound was still freshly open slightly, you wanted to stich it up immediately.
