Doom At Your Service: A Haylor AU

Chapter 9: Why Would She Do That?

"I say your name, just listen

Doesn't it sound different?

Never whispered it this way."

Taylor's POV

Slowly reaching my hand out to his blood stained face, my hand trembled with the urge to wipe it off with a slide of my thumb across his cheek.

As my hand was a few centimeters away from touching his face, Doom took it, stopping my actions. Instantly, we were far from the entrance we once were and now standing by the sidewalk nearby. We were quite far from where the scene happened, but still near the hospital.

He basically teleported the both of us meters away from that murderer.

I snapped out from the stare I had on Doom, with my hand still halted by his. It was the hand that he injured while holding the blade of the guy's scissors. "Are you crazy?! Why would you grab that with your bare hand?" I put our hands down opening his palm, to see the size of the wound.

But there was nothing. It was just blood on his hand without an opening. "That healed quickly."

"What's with you?" He harshly took his hand back from my gentle hold. "What's wrong with you? I thought you wanted me to die."

"But you said you can't die." I swallowed a lump in my throat.

"If you knew that, why did you jump in front of me?" His voice sounded angry. "Maybe I should've left you to get stabbed. That would've taught you a lesson. It would have taught you that you could die by getting involved."

"So what if you can't die? You're still bleeding like crazy." I took his hand that was smeared with his own blood that was dripping a few minutes ago. "What am I supposed to say when you asked me why I did that with that heartbroken gaze of yours? I was worried it might hurt you even more."

"I'm not the one who's sick, blondie."

"Yes. I know. It's me. I'm glad you know that, so stop scolding me. When someone who's sick, you don't get angry at them, which is why I'm trying not to be angry at you."

"Are you seriously telling me that you're not angry right now?"

I didn't say a word, because I know I'll probably give him an entire list of why I'm angry at him at this moment.

"Forget it. Let's drop it. I don't even know why I'm talking to you right now." He sighed, shaking his head in frustration.

"I did it because I wanted to. That's all."

"I want to know why."

"You asked me why I need to live. I thought about it and I couldn't think of a reason. I just want to live. It's similar to that. There's no specific reason. I just instantly found myself in front of you. You're right. I should've known better. I'm sorry."

"I'm glad you know that." His serious tone subsided.

"But I don't regret it. So...just thank me for what I did."

Taking a step forward his face was just a few inches away from mine. "The guy from earlier is going to die. You saw how I killed him, so don't sacrifice yourself for me for no specific reason. I'm just not worth it."

"I'm sure you did it for a reason. You're that kind of being."

His face softened slowly. We stood there in silence for a few seconds, just waiting for the next word.