✧ runaway emo love story ✧

(6) healing wounds

   I awoke with a startled gasp, oxygen escaping my lungs and causing me to rapidly fight for it back. I tried sitting up, but an agonizing pain exploded behind my eyes, and I moaned while collapsing back onto the pillow beneath my head.

   Wait, a pillow?

   "You're awake," stated a voice. I turned my head against the plush surface of the pillow to see none other than Draco standing at the doorway to the bedroom I was resting in. He was changed into more casual attire, donning an MCR hoodie, black sweatpants, and fuzzy skull socks. His hair was damp, clear sign of a recent shower, and curled a little atop his head. He looked so fucking cute, but that was beside the point.

   "Yeah.." I mustered weakly. "Where.. where am I?"

   "My place," Draco answered, adding quickly after seeing how wide my eyes grew, "I didn't have much of a choice! Your head was bleeding from your fall and the nearest hospital is three hours away. I wanted to treat you as soon as possible."

   I sighed, leaning my head back again. That explained my headache, I supposed. "Well.. thank you," I said a bit quietly. "Sorry for passing out.. Wait, is this your bed?"

   "No," Draco replied with a chuckle. "I told you before I had a spare bedroom. You're in that room."

   I looked around the room, admiring the black-clad walls and the curtain-drawn window to my left. My bedsheets had a dark galaxy print, with deep purple sheets underneath and a black bed frame. My backpack was located on a dresser across from my bed, which was a sight of relief for my poor, wounded soul. My phone and Airpods were charging and resting on that same dresser as well. The room felt homey- despite me never even being there before now.

   "Thank you again for nursing me back to health," I said kindly as Draco walked over to sit on the foot of the bed. I sat up and winced, looking down at the big voluptuous fucking wound on my stomach. "Wait- what the actual fuck?"

   "Oh- there was this huge metal spike near your abdomen where you fell," Draco admitted, looking at my injury with fear in his chocolatey gaze. "I bandaged it up and stopped the bleeding, but I might have to reapply the bandages. You bled a lot while you were out."

   "How the fuck did I miss a giant spike!?" I shrieked, terrified. Was I going to have a huge stomach scar!? I mean, that would be sick as fuck, but still I could've fucking died!

   "I dunno, I did too," Draco replied, pulling a first-aid kit out of my nightstand drawer and picking up a pair of medical scissors. "Now hold still. I don't wanna hurt you more than you've already been beat up."

   I tensed up in my black sports bra as Draco diligently snipped away at the medical tape bound around my gut. When the bandages gave way, I blushed a little bit. Wasn't this situation.. sensual? That was really fucking weird of me to think that, but I still bit my lip shyly. If Draco took notice of me, he appeared to have ignored it. I didn't blame him.. but damn it still kind of hurt.

   Draco cautiously peeled away the dirtied bandages and tossed them in a nearby trashcan, then proceeded to clean up my stomach wound. I watched as his slender, sexy ass hands diligently took care of me. I felt safe around Draco in that moment, and with that my stomach started to twist in guilt.

   "I'm sorry.." I said slowly, and Draco looked up at me.

   "What for?" he asked.

   "Snapping at you at Taco Bell," I replied glumly, "and putting you through all of this.. I appreciate you."

   Draco smiled softly. "You're welcome," he responded. "People like us gotta stick together.. and help one another." The boy touched my cheek and added, "I saw your scars while patching you up.. You deserve a better chance at this shitty life of ours. Your mom deserves to go to whatever rotting pit of hell she belongs in. You're a good person, Raven."

   I wasn't normally one for sappy stuff, but Draco's words made me tear up a bit. "Thanks," I sniffled, blushing.

   Draco nodded and returned to tending to my wounds. "By the way," he started, changing the subject, "I've noticed you been checking me out a lot since we met."

   I blushed furiously, knowing where this conversation was probably going to go. Was he about to reject me? Or maybe he would say that he loved me back? That thought made my stomach flip and flutter thanks to the wings of a bajillion butterflies.

   "I just wanted to, um, say this before things got too awkward," Draco finished. "I'm gay."

   The butterflies all burned to death real fucking quick.