Blood Will Tell

Chapter 2

I quickly dropped down to him and pulled him into my house. He grunted and I closed and locked the door before turning back to him.

He had a cut above his right eye and bruises across both cheeks. He was grunting in pain as I put my hand on the side he was holding. This in turn made his eyes jump open as I applied more pressure into his hand with mine hoping to stop some bleeding.

I looked at him with a sad smile. "I'm sorry but your not applying enough pressure and I'd rather you not bleed out on my floor." He chuckles lightly and I look at his eyes. They are so damn blue. For a moment I forget that I just grabbed a complete bloodied stranger and that I had no idea what was happening. I pushed the thoughts away, the time for questions was later.

"My name is Katrina and I don't know why I am doing this but you need help and here I am so I'm going to help you ok?" Without waiting for an answer and I remove his hand from his side to see a small but deep stab wound.

"Your going to need stitches." I say getting up to grab my car keys. He grabs my hand before I can.

"Please don't take me to a hospital. Please." I can tell it was struggle to speak and with how tight he was gripping my wrists he really didn't want to go to the hospital.

"You need stitches." I bend down brushed hair out of his face.

"C-Can't you do it?" He gulps, looking at me hopefully.

Theres no way I can do that. Well there is a way but... No! No way can I do this. I look into his blue eyes and focus on the pleading in them. His pink lips begin to tremble and my heart breaks. He is undeniably handsome with a solid strong but soft face structure and tan skin. A soft arched nose and those big blue eyes, it was hard to say no.

"O-okay. I will help as much as I can. But I need you to help me get you up so I can take you to my bedroom."

With that I place my arm around his head and begin pushing he and myself up. He tries to help by leaning against me and putting his weight on his legs lifting him up. He towers over me a good few inches and I'm suddenly thinking about how attracted him I am. All the wrong emotions at all the wrong times. I walk with him leaning on me, stumbling the 10 feet from the front door, into my bedroom.

I get him to my bed and as he begins to lay down I stop him.

"No no no, I'm sorry but if you want me to help I need you to sit up for me ok?"

He grunts some more as he sits up and I look into his eyes.

"I know your in pain and I am trying my hardest to stay calm but just know that after I'm you have some serious explaining to do." I stare at him wide eyed and I watch him laugh lighty then grimace in pain.

"I need you to take off your shirt." I turn my back to him and walk to my closet where my sewing kit it is. If he doesn't want to go the hospital this is the best I can do. I turn back and see that he's done what I asked him to. Noticing his slighty chiseld chest and abs, I walk into my bathroom grabbing a rag and the alcohol I needed.

"Ok big boy, I'm gonna have to clean you up before I try to stitch you up." I look at him and he removes his bloodied hand from his side.

"This is gonna sting." He nods his head and looks away. I inspect his stab wound and see that no organs have been puntured, the bleeding is lighter now and I pour the alcohol onto the rag. I look up at him again.

"Ok, one, two, three." I place the rag on his side and he screams in pain. I place my hand on his thigh and he grabs it squeezing through his pain.

"It's only gonna get worse. Just keep squeezing." He looks at me in pain and, what I think is affection.

I continue.