Corsair// C!Techno x OC

Part 4

~Techno's POV~

I wake up to Lyra sitting across from me again, holding a plate of food in one hand and a bag in her lap.

"You slept well" she chuckles and pushes a plate of biscuits and fruit through the gap.

"What's in the bag" I gesture towards it and start eating.

"Pillow, blanket, and stuff to help your head" She opens the bag and hands me a tattered pillow and blanket.

"It's not much but it's better than nothing" she smiles slightly.

"Thanks" I say, trying not to show my gratitude.

"Once you finish eating, I need to rewrap your cuts" she starts taking medicine and bandages out of the bag.

I nod and eat my food. I appreciated the kind gestures, but the circumstances were less than ideal.

I finish my food and push the plate towards her. She unlocks the door and sits down, staring at me.

"Come here" she says impatiently.

I look at the door then look back at her. She notices and laughs slightly.

"The door is locked. You can't leave yet." she smiles.

I slowly stand up and walks towards her. I sigh and sit down in front of her, facing her.

"Turn around" she says and grabs medicine.

I turn around and wince slightly as she touches my head.

"Sit still" she mumbles and starts unwrapping my head.

"Sorry" I grumble and try to sit still, despite the pain.

"This may burn" she says softly and moves my hair out of the way.

I take a deep breathe as she applies the medicine. It did burn. But I knew she was helping me, assumingely against her will, but still helping me.

"Sorry" she sighs as I wince slightly.

"It's fine. I've been through worse" I chuckle slightly.

"Hold your hair back for me" she hands me a clump of my hair and grabs the bandages.

I grab the clump of hair and let her wrap my wound up.

"Done. Too tight?" she asks and adjusts the bandage a little bit.

"No" I let go of my hair and let it cover the bandage again.

"Turn around again" she grabs the medicine once again.

I turn around and she looks at the cut on my cheek.

"Sit still" she says, putting medicine on her finger.

She puts one hand on my chin and lifts my face up, applying medicine to my cut with the other hand.

"Where'd you get that scar from" she asks, gesturing towards my forehead.

"Oh that? It's from my brother. Younger brother. We were sword fighting and he got me pretty good" I smile, thinking about the memory.