A Not so Wicked Paradise

CHP 14: Teresa

My arm was in immense pain. I groaned as Tom set me down on the bed. He wiped the back of his hand in his forehead, sweating a little from the hot sun outside. I stared at him for a few seconds before I looked away, red faced. Clint walked inside the room and greeted us.

"Hey guys, what's the pro-"

He froze upon seeing my hastily bandaged wound.

"Whoa! What happened?"

I gave him a summary of what had happened. He quickly left the room to get supplies. I leaned back on the bed and closed my eyes, tired. I felt someone sit on the side of the bed. I cracked an eye open. It was Tom, looking worried and slightly disheveled. I smiled.

"You alright?"

"I should be the one asking you that, Teresa."

He took hold of my hand and squeezed it reassuringly. I closed my eyes again. We were there for a few minutes until Clint came back in.

"Alright, I'm going to unwrap that sorry excuse for a bandage," Tom winced. "...Clean the wound and stitch it if needed. After that, I'm going to wrap it up again. Kay?"

I nodded at Clint, giving him the okay.

He unwrapped the makeshift bandage from my arm. I winced as he lightly pulled it off my arm. Clint tried not to wince and failed. I glanced at my arm. There was a long gash, starting right below my wrist, moving vertically up to my elbow crease. It didn't look too deep, but it definitely wasn't pretty. I looked away as Clint cleaned and bandaged my wound.

After telling me how to take care of it, Clint left the room. Leaving Tom and I alone. I looked up at Tom, nervous. He looked right back at me and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Geez Teresa, one of these days, you're going to give me a shucking heart attack."

I chuckled as I leaned back on the bed. Closing my eyes.

"Don't worry Tom, you'll probably give me one first."

We talked for a while, until Clint came back and chased us out of the room, saying he needed it for more patients. Tom and I walked to the Mess Hall. He had a grim look on his face. As if he was reluctant to face his friends.

We arrived at the Mess Hall, hungry for a little dinner, and saw our friends in the corner of the Mess Hall, talking in low voices. Minho looked up and slightly paled when he saw Tom. Newt looked quite uncomfortable as well.

This was going to be lovely.

🔼🔼That's the end of chapter 14! Should I add another POV? If so, whose should it be? I'm thinking Harriet or Frypan. Maybe both. Comments and reviews are always appreciated. Until next time!🔼🔼