The Enchanted Ones

You Can't Resist Me

Winslow

"Fuck Everett, you've got a whole glass piece in your leg." I grab his jacket and use the sleeve to wrap it around his thigh, where his injury is, as tight as possible to stop the blood rush. He looks at me with a frown, and I raise an eyebrow, "What? It was already ruined." I refer to the hole and he chuckles but it's replaced with a groan once he moves just the slightest bit."Okay you're in pain, we've got to get you to a hospital." I try to help him stand but he refuses,

"No, no way Winslow. They're after us, it's dangerous. And we're from a whole other community, we can't go to a hospital here." He says through pain and I cross my hands, thinking about what to do, "Winslow, call a cab and let's go, please."

Oh my God why does it hurt to see him in pain? I wish I had the power to heal him.

"Can I have your phone?"

He reaches to grab it and I take his hand stopping him, ignoring the spark I just felt. I take the phone  from his hand and scroll his contacts. "This is your dad right?"

"It literally says dad, who would that be?"

"Shut your mouth Everett I swear I'll let you root here." I glare at him and dial his dad,

"What do you want dad for? Don't tell him anything he'll get worried." I ignore him and wait till he picks up.

"Hello?"

"Hi sir, it's me Winslow. I have a question."

"Oh hey sweetheart, of course. How is everything going? I'm sure you guys made it." I can hear his smile from the phone.

"Mr Levan, is there a nurse or something in the jet?"

"What? Why, is everything okay?"

"Yes, um uh-" I turn to Everett whispering not to tell him, "I'm just feeling a little sick, everything's okay it's just some nausea."

"Oh well honey I'm sorry there's no nurse but there's a first aid kit in there if you want some medicine." I mentally curse my whole existence and force a sweet voice,

"Okay, thank you sir."

"Nothing honey, hope you feel better, see you in some hours." And I hang up. I call an uber and kneel down to him again,

"Grab onto my shoulders."

"You're not carrying me." He screams and I turn to see what's going on.

"Everett! You're bleeding through the jacket, Jesus." I put more pressure on it with the other sleeve too and help him get up, "We have to do something." I try to think and he groans when we get up. "Don't put pressure on that leg, you idiot. Try to balance yourself in your other one and hold on me as tight as you want. I won't let you fall."

He turns to look at me and the way we're positioned doesn't make him that tall, "I've already fallen, love." He gives me a lazy smile and looks at my eyebrow with a worried look, "Winslow, that's dried blood. Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere else? When did this happ-"

"Everett." I cut him off, "I'm fine, I didn't even notice I got scratched." I smile at his concern and stop the car.

"Here. Okay, a small step at a time." I try to help him but he hisses at every step. He's in so much pain I hate seeing him like this. "That's it, okay." I say when we get closer to the car door. I open it and position him in the seat. "Hello sir, earth international airport please." I tell the driver and put Everett's seatbelt on. I feel his gaze on me and I turn to him, but that's a horrible mistake because I forgot I can't look in his eyes without getting lost in them. And they're looking at me with the sweetest, yet saddest look ever.

"You care about me." I'm not sure I heard him mubble. I sigh and get to my seat next to him, so I can hold on his injury and put pressure.

Only if you knew, Everett.

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I help him get into the jet and position him on the couch. He moans from the pain and I have to look away not to feel the need to assure him everything's gonna be okay. I open the door to the pilot room and ask him where the first aid kit is.

I walk back to him after I get it and kneel down, "Okay it's been years I've done first aid but we have no other choice." I roll my sleeves up and hear him chuckle. I lock my gaze with his and glare, "I can just lay on the couch and let that glass piece grow inside you till it infects you and your leg cuts off. So instead of laughing at me, cooperate with me and let me see what I can do."

"Yes ma'am." His voice comes out raspy from the pain and I open the box scanning the inside. I position myself infront of his legs and unwrap the jacket sleeve from his leg. I squeeze my eyes at the sight and look up at him, "Open your legs so I can get between them."

"I can't even move my leg, Winnie you've got to help." His chest is now moving fast and I sigh, very gently and slowly moving his leg to the right and get between them.

I wash my hands first and wear gloves, which I wash again. First, I clean his injury with just some water, thankfully the blood stopped but dried up. I make sure I don't squeeze him much and when I finish cleaning it, I use rubbing alcohol to clean some tweezers I found in the box and look up at him, "Okay, this is going to hurt. If you can't take it, tell me to stop."

"I'm a big boy, Winnie. I can handle pain." He breathlessly says and I bite my lips at the sight of him. Damn it why does this turn me on? He's in pain for crying out loud.

I gently lift the skin over the splinter with a sterilized needle and lift the tip of the splinter out so I can grab it with the tweezers and pull it out. Everett yelps and puts his hand on my shoulder for support. His eyes fall closed as he groans from the pain and I try not to let my inappropriate thoughts win.

"Okay, the glass is out." I announce and he looks down at me with watery eyes full of pain and blinks before leaning back on the couch. His gaze is still on me as he breaths hard, his abs almost ripping his shirt, which is now sweaty. Oh my God he's sweating from the pain. I put the needle and the tweezers on a paper and take a clean one, sterilising it so I can clean the inside of his leg where the glass was.

"Fuck." He hisses as I do and I close my eyes. Focus Winslow. I continue doing my job when he rests his head back and squeezes his eyes shut. I do the same thing again because it is not completely clean and he tries to mute his groans down.

"You can scream Everett, I know you're in pain. I can literally see it."

He drops his head to look at me and he starts to unbutton his shirt, never leaving his eyes from mine. I play it cool and get a gause to wrap it around. He takes it off fully and I avoid looking at him as I do what I'm doing. I cut it and take a big bandage. He tilts my chin up and makes me look at him. I can't help but travel my gaze on his perfect torso, which last night I traced my hands on while-

God, stop this.

He's so doing this on purpose.

He smirks down at me and moves closer, "I don't get why you don't want this but you can't resist me."

"You're too full of yourself. Of course I can resist you." I finish up his bandage and push his hand off my chin so I can clean up. But when I stand up, he grabs my wrist and pulls me down on his lap.

"You don't have to, I'm all yours."

I sigh and rest my forehead on his. "Don't say that."

"Why?" He cups my head and makes me look at him, "Why do you have to do this?"

"I'm not having this conversation again, Everett. Please understand me." I get off his lap, "You're all done, cleaned and bandaged. If it hurts, here are some painkillers." I hand him the plastic bottle and make my way to the bathroom.

This is going to be hard.

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Okay I promise I'm done with this trip. Their mission took so many chapters but it was worth it.

So tell me, can you feel the tension? Because I sure do.

Sorry for the wait loves I was sick all week😓

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