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DWC /// Day 3 - Injuries

Warning: Some language.

There was an unsettling silence between us. I silently worked the stitches on Jace's arm, forced to stare at her blood on my hands while she just sat there, too much of a coward to even meet my eye.

The words I bit back swarmed my mind, refusing to let me think of anything other than the overflowing anger boiling inside me. And She knew. I knew that she did.

"Eden..." she spoke softly, barely turning to meet me, but I refused to look at her, instead keeping my eyes on the wound as I finished the few final stitches.

And yet. My body refused to obey me, unable to hold back the words leaving my mouth. "The hell were you thinking?!" I finally spat out, slowly raising my head to meet her eyes, staring at me with that look. That look that told me, she knew.

My hands trembled and jabbed the needle through her skin a bit harder than I intended to. I didn't mean to... A chill rushed down my spine and I was brought back to the injury, gently finishing the stitch then cutting it off, leaving the materials on the side.

"I was protecting you..." she spoke quietly. Too quietly for her. God, it made my blood boil when she was getting all calm on me. She had no right!

"F*CK THAT!" I screamed out, struggling through my trembling hands to wrap the bandage around her arm. "What is it? You think I can't take care of myself?! Is that it?!"

"That's not it..." She started, reaching a hand out for me. "...I need to look out for you..."

I quickly pulled back, lifting my eyes only to send her a death glare. "F*ck that! I'm not a f*cking kid, Jace!"

"I never said you were!" she raised her voice to match mine before taking a deep breath and continuing quieter. "But I still- it's fine. I'm- fine..." she placed her hand on my arm and slid it down towards my hand but I quickly got up, turning away from her, arms crossed tightly over my chest.

I heard her get up after me, lingering behind me, hands on my upper arms. "Hey... Eden, look at me..." she tried getting me to move, but I fought against her every attempt.

"Eden, look at me." she stepped in front of me, cupping my face in her hand and forcing me to look at her. Our eyes met. She was mad too. I could tell from the empty look in her eyes, staring apathetically at me.

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He didn't get to be mad and point fingers. It was HIS fault for going out into the mission when I specifically told him to stay back. For God's sake, the kid's a wreck and decides to not only go into one of the shadiest parts of the city. But to go unarmed!

He stared at me, eyes glowing with pure rage. Every muscle tensed. "Get off me" he slapped my hand away and pushed through towards the kitchen.

"What's your problem?!" I spin around, following after him, though being sure to keep a safe distance from him. "First of all this reckless behaviour, you go to the mask's hideout unARMED?! Are you insane?!"

He dwells on it for a moment before turning to face me. "I was looking for you," he speaks quieter than just a few moments ago. To be honest, I prefer the screaming. This just... hurts.

"Didn't I tell you- I got this?!" he looked away from me. "Didn't I tell you to leave this to me?!" I stepped closer, lessening the space between us. "The f*ck you doing, Eden? Do you want to get killed?! What if I hadn't been there- what-"

He cut me off before I could finish. "If you wouldn't have been there I wouldn't have gone there, idiot" he turned away from me again.

I scoffed, which turned into a laugh. A forced laugh. A mock.

"My *ss, Eden!" he looked to me, eyes narrowed into a glare that would've been enough to send chills down my spine. But I was too d*mn angry to give a f*ck. "F*ck that Eden- you've been doing reckless sh*t before I came into the picture too- I'm just here to stop your stupid *ss from getting killed- don't turn things around!"

"I don't need you to 'lookout for me'- I-"

This time it was my turn to cut him off. "Let me guess-" I stepped closer, and for some strange reason, he allowed it, following my every movement with his eyes. "...' You're not a kid'..." I kept my voice low, not needing to shout anymore since we were so close.

He didn't reply. Slowly lowering his eyes until the few dark locks that weren't tied away fell over his face.

"Then stop f*cking acting like one"

I swear he was so close to punching me in the face, but he held back, and so did I. Stepping away from him after my final say. I picked up my leather jacket from the couch then started for the door, leaving without another word. 

WC: 859

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For today's writing challenge, I had to write an argument from two different povs! So that's the little shift in the middle.