Terms & Conditions (EDITING) (ON HIATUS)

I Care

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Earth 915

Slowms District, Nue York 2083

6:30 A.M.

Miguel is peacefully laying on Lola's small sofa sleeping. Lola sits in front of him, taking tender care of his scratched face. Lola could tell that his Nano-Tech suit was virtually damaged in the spots in had made impact, but Surprisingly, it had enough power to keep Miguel covered in the ways the mattered. Miguel quietly groans in pain as the alcohol covered cotton hits one of the cuts. Whatever he had gotten himself into, it really jacked him up. The scratches on his face weren't deep enough to scar but they were open enough to sting at a dab of cleaner. The bruise on his cheekbone and in the corner of his lip were dark purple and sensitive. Lola sighs ad she puts a band aid over the cut on his nose. She looks at him with concerned eyes, her heart becoming saddened. She sighs, taking her hand and moving his hair out of his face.

"Why did you have to go off like that you big dummy," She whispers, still combing her fingers through his hair. Shock ran across her face and she saw his stir. She removed her hand and stood up. Miguel slowly rose from his position. 

"good god..." He says in a low, groggy voice. Lola's heart couldn't stop racing. 

"Where am I..." He says, looking around. Lola cleared her throat. Miguel looked at her, his eyes tired but holding emotion. Lola found it hard to produce a sentence. 

"Where have you been?" She says, a motherly tone passing her lips. Miguel let his head fall into his hand before taking it and combing back his hair. 

"Nice to see you too Lola..." He says before slowly raising from the couch. Lola had her hands on her hips, tapping her foot. 

"And now where are you going?" She asks. Miguel rolled his eyes. 

"So many questions... can't you see I just woke up?" He says, heading to the kitchen area, a limp in his step. Lola followed closely behind. 

"I want answers. Why haven't you contacted HQ?! Why were you gone for so long? Where's Kaine and Scarlet-" 

"Cállate!" He cuts her off, turning to her. Lola stops immediately. Not because he told her to, but because she finally say his eyes, his face. They were so tired, so frustrated and stressed. The room dropped to silence as they stand in her small kitchen.. Lola sighed out.

"Fine. No more questions. Si no quieres hablar de eso,  I wont ask. Just at least let me finish helping you," She say, grabbing his arm lightly.  

"Please, just sit on he counter..." She says, Miguel breathes out and does as told. He watched her as she prepped a washrag with alcohol. Miguel stopped her hands before it reached him. 

"I can do it myself" He says, Lola titled her head at him. 

"Could you not?" She says.

"I'm just saying that I can clean my own wounds. I don't need you to help-"

"I'm not gonna let you, just FYI"

"Then I'll kick your ass and get you out of the way"

"Oh please, like you're in any condition to!" 

"You're being annoying." He says.

"And you're being a brat!" Lola says. Miguel and Lola's hands wrestle for the rag until Lola's had enough.

"Just Stop!" she yelled, "My god, I hate it when you're like this! Just stop for a fucking second!" Miguel's breath stopped in his throat out of surprise. As she held his hand in hers tightly, everything ceased to make a sound. All that was heard was her heavy breathing. She looks into his eyes, reading him. He was loud, for once, his thoughts were so loud. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes before letting go of him. She slowly steps away from him with her back turned. He finally got the bravery to speak.