Wildfire

Chapter 20- Bennett's POV

WARNING: mention of vomiting
Normally whenever I moved too much, my wound would hurt. And if I wasn't careful enough, it would open up, which would not be a good thing. I woke up to a throbbing pain in my stomach. "W-what is this?" I said to myself. Razor was still sleeping, so I tried my best to be careful. What was happening? I placed my right hand on where my wound was and dragged my feet on the floor, and used my left hand to hang onto the wall. I looked for a cooling pad that would usually help with pain. I finally found one and held it to my stomach. It wasn't working? The pain? It wasn't going away. Suddenly, I felt something kick in from my throat. I quickly ran to the bathroom and threw up. As soon as I came out of the bathroom, placing a hand on my head razor was there and hugged me. "You alright? Heard you." Oh...yeah, he must've. "Oh, it's fine! I'm just feeling a little sick, that's all!" I say forcing a smile. Razor looked at me sadly. "Can I? See wound?" "HUH???" I almost yelled. I sighed and reluctant moved some of the bandages away from my stomach. "Looks infected," Razor said quietly. "Have you use ointment Barbara gave?" Oh yeah! That! UGHHH I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT IT! Darn it! I admit it. My memory is TERRIBLE. It's just as bad as my luck. Razor called for Barbara to come look at it. "Oh bennett..." Barbara quietly said. "Please try to have better memory." Barbara told me that I'd have to eat lightly for a few days, and put a cold pad on my wound along with the ointment every 4 hours. I made sure to write that down so I wouldn't forget. I put the ointment on, along with the cold pad, and went to bed. Razor decided to cuddle alongside me, letting his warmth rub off on me. I don't know what made me do it, but I always had this feeling about him that I never have. I decided to quickly kiss him. On the lips. My face turned red with embarrassment. Razor however, didn't mind the kiss and decided to give me one on the cheek. We layed down and I rested my head on his chest while he would nuzzle his cheek into my hair. "Good night, razor," I said softly. We both went to sleep, hugging each other, and keeping each other safe for the night.