𝐄𝐳𝐫𝐚 | 18+

18

⚠️TW: GORE⚠️

He remains silent, his chest heaving up and down rapidly.

"Ezra?" I insist, walking in and shutting the door behind me. There are stains on the cloth where the crimson is a deeper shade, meaning that's where the wounds are.

"Talk to me," I say softly. He looks up into the mirror and the colors drains from my face, seeing him.

"Sit down and take your shirt off." I demand. He sits down on the closed toilet, wincing, as I rummage through the cabinets looking for a cloth. He slowly starts unbuttoning his shirt and shrugs it off, throwing it to the side. I avoid looking at him, clenching my stomach hard and breathing from my nose in order to not smell the rusty scent of blood.

"If you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was ask." He teases.

"Very funny, Ez." I grumble. I find a washcloth and run it under warm water. I bite down on my lip as I wipe the blood away from his chest, showing multiple bloody wounds running down his front. My stomach flips around at the sight but I'm doing this for him.

"Just the front?" I ask, he nods, keeping his eyes closed.

"Do you need medication?" I ask, rinsing the blood out of the cloth.

"I'm fine." He grunts. I put my finger under his chin and tilt his head upwards in order to get a good view of his face. I gently wipe the cloth under his eyes and everywhere the blood is, making sure not to hurt him. The hardest part was staying focused while he stared into my eyes. I get an overwhelming desire to kiss him but push it deep down back inside me.

"You have to stop looking at me like that." I say, running the cloth down his biceps.

"Or what?" He asks, following my movements with his eyes.

"Or I'll chop your toes off."

"I'm blind, then." He looks in the opposite direction, revealing a cut on his neck as well. I feel at the brim of tears seeing him like this. Whoever did this to him would've killed him if they'd gotten the knife a bit deeper into his neck. I've only known him for a few days but I don't want to go back to living without him. He makes everything more fun.

I rinse the cloth back out again and run it over the cut on his neck, which is still oozing crimson liquid.

"Keep pressure on this." I take his hand and press it on the cloth on his neck.

As he holds it in place, I go through the cabinets and cupboards to find a medical kit. Once I find one, I struggle to open it with my shaking hands. I pull it open and grab the medical tape. First, I patch it on the wounds on his chest. Then I remove the cloth from his neck and put it there too, once I make sure the bleeding has stopped.

I sigh, leaning my forehead on my hands with my elbows on the bathroom counter.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"Yes." He responds. I hum.

"Lilah?" He asks. I look up at him.

"Thank you."

"Uh-huh." I say. "What happened?" I ask.

"I fell." He says.

"Liar. How many times are you going to lie in one day?" I huff.

"Technically it was yesterday last time," he murmurs.

"Ezra. What happened, I'm serious. I'll skin you alive if you don't tell me." I warn him.

"I...had a chat with the guy that shot at you yesterday." He sighs.

"Why?" I whine. "That was stupid. So stupid."