Alorah

Part 15

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I let go of my broom causing it to hurt the floor and to make a high pitched sound who would've make me flinch in a normal day. I start to take small steps, analyzing the situation

He's hurt,

like really hurt..

Why do I feel that way at this sight of him ? He's the complet opposite of when he's at school or in the street. He seems weaker by his wound even if I know he tries to hide it. He clenches on his stomach and keep his groans for himself, either to not seems weak or to not scared me more

I suddenly take several steps toward him a lot faster than the firsts ones as the realisation of what is happening hit me. I grab his arm and put it around my shoulders, I lead him to one of the table I just cleaned, which is a good thing and a bad thing. It's clean so his wound has less chance to be infect afterward, but it's a bad thing because i'll have to clean it aga-

Do I really think about that right now ?

I shake my head to throw away what's bothering my mind and focus back on this delinquent boy who's bleeding out in my father's bar "shouldn't you go to the hospital ?" I ask before even looking at his wound

He immediatly shakes his head "I can't go to the hospital" he says locking eyes with me.

Why when he has blood in his brown hair falling in front of his eyes he is even sexier ?

I frown "but why ?"

"Trust me, princess" he says closing his eyes, sweats falling down his forehead "I just can't" I don't ask anymore questions about that, it seems to be a personnal tropic so I'll just keep staring at his wound without knowing what to do

"You'll need alcohol, first'' he says with smile at how lost I am about all of that. "Okay, alcohol" I nod turning to the bar. After three steps I turn back around "is it okay if I leave you alone to go grab alcohol ? I don't know if I have to stay here and press on the wound or something"

He shakes his head "I'll be fine. I need alcohol to clean the wound before putting pressure on it" he takes deep breath every time since he walked in here. I don't know if it's because of the wound or not

I run to the bar and take the first pure alcohol that I find before running back to the table where he is with towels in my hands

"and now something to stitch me up" he says through each deep breath he takes. I nod and turn around "something to stitch yo- What ??" I gasp turning back around to him with wide eyes "no, I can't do that" I say shaking my head walking back to him "i'll put alcohol on your wound and then i'll call an ambulance or your father or whatever and it won't be my probleme anymore" I say in a fast way

He grabs my hand before I can walk to my phone making me look back at him, his eyes fall into mine and for the first time since I know him, I can tell how he's feeling by looking into his eyes. The wall he puts between him and others seems to fade away in that exact moment "Alorah please, I need your help" he pleads "I need you"

My eyes soften and I nod "okay" I say under my breath before walking away once he lets my hand go. I search everywhere i can think of but where the hell do you want to find a stitch kit in a bar ? It's like searching for an apple in the sea. You won't find it

I go back to Ryan, a little scared that he lost consciousness when I was gone. But apparently he's much stronger than I thought he was and he's still with me when I reach the table "Didn't find anything" I say trying to catch my breath

He squirms a little and I see his hand moving from the corner of my eyes. I frown and wait to offer him my help but he seems determinated on doing what he wants to so I'll just wait a little.