~ His Vixen

2 - you're okay

belles pov
Looking at the blood seeping from his shirt, my hand immediately flies up to my mouth. He looks at me with furrowed eyebrows and drops to his knees suddenly.

"No, no, no, no, no. You're alright" I say holding his wound in my hands on his high hip. I take both of his hands in mine and lay him down so he doesn't lose blood as fast.

I put his hands over the wound, covering it, "Keep your hands right there for me, okay? I'm gonna help you" I say softly and he slowly nods.

I turn to the dead body of a man I just killed and rip off a piece of his shirt big enough to wrap around the other guys hips.

I turn to the other guy, tucking my hair behind my ears with my bloodied hands. "You're alright, it's okay," I say to convince him he's alright. Even though the real reason I'm saying it is to convince myself he's alright. He's innocent. He didn't do anything to me. He didn't do anything wrong. He shouldn't be the person to die by my hand today either.

I slowly pull his shirt over his head, giving myself easy access to his wound. He softly groans trying to keep his hands over the cut. Once his shirt is off, both of our hands are covering the wound again, our hands covered in red blood.

"Okay, I'm gonna tie this around you to stop the bleeding okay? Can you be calm for me?" I ask looking into his worried eyes. He takes a few seconds before he nods slowly. "Okay, okay. I need to keep you talking," I talk to myself. I've never been experienced with saving lives before because I was always the one ending them, so I'm going off what I've seen in tv shows about this kind of stuff. Don't let him close his eyes, he'll fall asleep and go unconscious. Keep pressure on the wound, it stops the risk of too much blood loss. Keep him talking, it'll make him more alert helping him stay awake.

"Uhh, what's your name?" I ask trying to distract him enough to keep him awake. I slowly remove his hands from his wound when he mutters, "Miles".

"Miles. That's a pretty name. Have you ever got confused sometimes when someone's talking about miles in like a car or something" I ask, literally saying anything that comes to mind at this point to keep both of us sane.

His body shakes slightly, he's trying to laugh. When I remove his hands from his wound, one of his arms instinctively grips my arm and the other takes my hand, holding onto it for dear life. I move closer to him and sit on my legs, he can't hold my hand if I'm gonna do this. I take his hand out of mine and guide it to hold onto my knee.

"I'm right here, you're okay, Miles" I say in a whisper as he tightly holds my knee until his knuckles turn white. "What's your favorite color?" I ask looking at him to make sure he really is okay. He's already staring at my face, his eyes glossy.

He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He can't talk? He shakes his head a second after, telling me he's too weak to speak. "Okay, you can't talk? That's okay. You want my answer? I like the color pink. Its kinda corny I know because nowadays only little kids like pink but I love it. It's such a vibrant, loving color. But not like neon pink, I'm talking like a simple pastel-ish pink" I ramble, slowly pulling the torn shirt from one of his sides to the other.

He groans softly and grips my arm tighter when the shirt is over his wound, "I know, it hurts," I say. Not helping Belle. Think.

I see his eyes slowly start to drift off. I wiggle the knee that he has his hand on, his eyes reopening. "You have to stay awake if we are gonna get through this, Miles" I say tucking the shirt underneath him. "Come here" I say trying to pull him to sit up. He helps me out, using all his strength to sit himself right side up.

He lets out a loud groan when blood starts leaking through the shirt. He lets himself fall into me, resting his head in the crook of my neck. "It's okay, baby. You're alright" I whisper to him, trying to pull the wrap around his body as fast as I can.

He moans in pain and puts his hand on my thigh again, gripping it as if it were the last thing on earth. He is breathing heavily on my neck and it takes everything in me to stay focused and tie this thing around him.

"It hurts" he breathes quietly onto my neck, sucking in as much air as his lungs will allow. "I know, I'm almost done okay?"

He loosens his grip on my thigh and starts tapping it with one of his fingers, "You smell nice" he says suddenly, his voice coming out raspy.

I laugh through my nose at his sudden comment, "Thank you. Its a new perfume I bought called 'Elena Flowers'. What if I told you I only bought it because my middle name is Elena and I thought fate was telling me it was made for me?" I laugh to myself carefully tying a knot on his side.

"Elena. Pretty" he mumbles, his breathing slowing. He groans loudly when I tie the knot the tightest it'll go, "I'm sorry, it's okay, shhhh" I whisper to him. I pull my arms over his shoulders, keeping him sitting up while I grab my knife.

His muscular arms wrap around my entire body and his forehead is resting on my shoulder. I hear him take a deep breath in through his nose, "Smell that good, huh?" I joke, trying to keep him calm. He lets out a simple "Mhm" and pulls me in tighter. I take one of my arms off his back and tuck my knife into my thigh holster and grab his shirt. What the hell are we gonna do?

"Okay, Miles. I know this is gonna sound impossible but we have to do it. I'm gonna be right here with you the whole time okay?" I say bringing my hand up again and cupping the back of his head with it. I feel him nod on my shoulder.

"Listen to me alright? I'm gonna take you back in the mansion so we can find Lexi and get out of here" I say and right as I finish I feel him shake his head in disapproval. "Yes, we have to do it if you don't want to die out here" I say. He then hesitantly nods and I let out a breath of relief.

"You ready? Just stand up with me and lean on me while we walk" I say and he nods again. "Okay. Hold onto me. Im not going to rush you, you take your time" I say. After a minute he slowly starts to lift himself up while keeping a death grip around me.

Once we're both finally standing, Miles more swaying on his feet, I hold on arm around his waist above his wrapped wound and he slowly adjusts himself, one of his arms around my waist and the other holds onto my hand thats around his waist. I make sure he is secure and grip his hand as much as he is gripping mine.

We slowly take a single step forward and he seems to be okay. I look over at him but his eyes are locked on our feet as he takes another step. Soon enough, we're limping through the backyard trying to make it back to the back patio with as little people seeing us as possible.

"I'm gonna try to get through this house as quickly as possible alright? Lexi is gonna come and find us and she'll help you into the car" I say looking over at him for approval. He looks at me and nods slowly, his eyes only halfway open.

You got this Belle. Walk in, find Lexi, walk out, make sure this guy doesn't die today. Got it.
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AUTHORS NOTE
welp. i feel like this was the most slow paced chapter ever and im so sorry but i needed to get this out of the way 😭. BUT BELLE DID SUCH A GOOD JOB GO GIRLY QUEEN 🤞🏼. ALSO DONT MIND HOW MANY TIMES I WROTE THE WORD OKAY LMFAO

anyways don't ask me how next chapter is gonna go because i honestly have no idea but im probably gonna write it in miles pov

i hope y'all saw what i did with the little 'elena' thing but if u didn't it's gonna be in a lot of the future chapters 😉

feedback is always appreciated and PLEASE VOTE!