Five More Minutes | 18+ [HIATUS]

pointless

I stared.

Here I was, about to be seen with my pants halfway down with only panties on. Not to mention, I was about to be seen like this whilst trying to fix a now infected wound.

To top it off, by the eyes of my biggest enemy.

I quickly tried to pull my pants up after readjusting my shirt. My fit jeans struggled to cooperate with my hectic speed, and my cut alongside my bandage would only worsen against such heavy friction.

It was pointless.

Midway through trying, the door opened, and my eyes met his.

Callum paused, staring at me with a seemingly confused expression on his face.

His eyes still spoke the same, cold language they always did. He kept his eyes fixated on my thighs, staring intensely.

Gosh, this is awkward.

I hurriedly shifted my legs to the side, trying my best to block his view and hide my wound. There was no way I was just going to sit there and let him stare at me like that. Plus, why would he want to stare at a bloody bandaged, infected thigh?

"Um, a little privacy here you bastard—" I uttered.

I reverted my eyes towards him, keeping my body sideways.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He asked, a disgusted expression crossing his face.

"Nothing," I said casually as I decided to stand and pull my pants up, my back towards him. I winced and exhaled aggressively, trying to suppress the pain the pressure of my jeans was causing. I looked down, only hoping that it wouldn't bleed through.

Zipping my pants, I turned over to see him walking my way. He sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at the now covered wound, the disgust still plastered on his face.

"Pull your pants down," he commanded with a steady tone.

My eyes widened as I looked at him, taken aback by the instructions that had just left his lips. I worked hard to put my words together, not knowing how to express my confusion. He kept his eyes on my thigh, not looking up at my facial expression. He shifted himself towards me quietly.

"Excuse me?" I asked in a sort of offended tone.

"Pull your pants down," he repeated with the same tone, only a bit louder.

"Why—" I uttered with a hesitant voice before I was cut off.

"Just pull your damn pants down, Athena," he growled, suddenly standing up and walking over to stand in front of me.

I nodded, clearing my throat and preparing myself to undo my pants.

My hands trembled slightly as they unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped my zipper. I swallowed, hoping he wouldn't notice the fearful shaking of my hands.

I slowly rolled my pants down.

"Stop," he said once my jeans had been rolled down to my knee.

I looked up at him, confused as to why he was doing this in the first place.

"Sit down," was all he said before he walked into the bathroom. As I sat down, he came out a few seconds later, a container in his hands.

It was a first aid kit.

My confusion only grew as I watched him sit next to me, putting the kit down and unlocking the latch. He opened it and started looking for things I'd assume he'd need for whatever he was planning to do.