Illegal Thoughts

8

Lewis

"Good morning to my favorite student!" Lewis sauntered into her room and handed her a tray.

"What the fuck?" Kathryn groaned, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

"Hello to you too," Lewis grinned, "Since you won't tell me what's wrong with you, I'm treating you like a sickly patient until you tell me what happened since I know you just love being coddled."  

"Whilst I appreciate the fact that you made me food, I do not appreciate the fact that you brought me food." Kathryn narrowed her eyes.

"Then tell me what happened."

"Fine. I fell and hurt my ankle."

"Let me see."

"No. I'm fine. Now get out of my room before I throw a hardcover book at you."

Lewis cocked his head, in a way that simply said really?

"Why are you just sitting there?"

"Because I know you're flubbing."

Kathryn grabbed the book nearest to her, and Lewis snatched it from her. "Kathryn, let me see."

"Nope." Kathryn got out of her bed stubbornly, but she put too much weight on her hurt foot, causing her leg to collapse underneath her. Lewis caught her before she hit the ground. 

"C'mon, it's only going to get worse if you keep acting like this." Lewis picked her up and started to walk out of her room and down the hallway.

"Put me down, you little shit."

"Little? Darling, we both know I'm much taller than you."

He took her into his bathroom and set her on a stool before starting to rummage through cabinets. He found what he was looking for, and emerged with Advil, a support brace, and an anti-swelling gel.

"Alright, let me see this troublesome ankle."

Kathryn pointed to her right ankle, and Lewis pulled up her pajama pant leg slightly. 

"Kathryn," Lewis sighed, "This looks awful."

Kathryn looked down, "It wasn't that bad last night."

"Well, this'll be fun to heal," Lewis pressed two fingers to her ankle, causing her to quietly hiss in pain. "Broken," Lewis concluded.

"How'd- oh, magic." 

"Mhm," Lewis nodded, and, before she could protest, he handed her the Advil, support brace, and anti-swelling gel, and then picked her up, carrying her back to her room. He placed her gently on her bed and started to touch his hands to the injury.

"What are you doing?" Kathryn asked through bared teeth, sitting up to observe his process.

"Healing the break. It hurts now but won't be as bad as it would be in a cast." Lewis replied, focusing intently on healing.

"Why must this hurt so badly?!" Kathryn protested, grabbing one of his hands and squeezing it as he continued to heal her ankle.

"Almost done," he replied tiredly, finishing up his work.

"Thank you," Kathryn said before he left the room.

"Anytime," Lewis replied, before walking sluggishly to his room and crashing on his bed.

~~~

"Lewis. Lewis." He awoke to Kathryn shaking him awake, all of her weight on one of her feet, as to let her hurt one rest.

The urgency in his voice struck her and he shot up, "What? What happened?"

"There's a man at the front door for you. I saw the outline of a gun under his shirt in his waistband."

"Stay here," Lewis ordered, grabbing a gun from the drawer of his bedside table.

"What's going on?" 

"I don't know. Please stay here, I have to go take care of this." He replied before exiting his room and rushing downstairs, approaching the door and opening it to find a knife aimed at him and a gun at the attacker's side. He killed the man with a simple snap of his fingers, but not before said attacker could get a dig on Lewis' side. With another snap of his fingers, the body was gone, and Lewis stumbled inside, shutting and locking the door behind him.

He slid down against the door and looked at his wound, attempting to heal it before passing out from pure exhaustion.