(a/n: I'll try to get a new chapter out by next Saturday but the epilepsy has been epilepsy-ing so please bare with me👩🏽💻)
⭒❃.✮:▹ Don't Press Play ◃:✮.❃⭒
(It's night time though)
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You dabbed the wet cotton ball on his sewn up bullet graze. Droplets from his freshly washed hair dripped onto the white towel wrapped around his thighs.
He winced at the pain and you shot him a death glare to stop moving. Going back to cleaning up his wound in silence.
You'd been silent since the car ride back to his place. Well a little bit before that, since you asked what the hell happened to him. But he didn't answer you. He didn't know how.
So you brushed right past him and went to his car, your other friends pulled away when you told them Eren was inside. You played it cool but the look on your face, even the silence you rode in though the music was high, it was louder than anything else.
He fluffed his hair with his towel again, sitting shirtless on the egde of his ottoman. Occasionally shooting glances at the cat sleeping in his chair. Trying to ignore the silence, praying that it'd just go away. That way he wouldn't have to lie to you if you never asked him again.
The nubs on his PlayStation controller flicked over again and again till he finally decided on a show to watch. The intro to My Hero Academia started in the background.
He nodded his head to the beat, turning it to smile at you. But his effort went ignored as you wiped the wound down with ointment.
He sighed heavily. Here we go. "Are you gonna tell me what's wrong with you?"
"Are you gonna tell me the truth if i do?" You didn't even look him, using the substitute nurse's task of wrapping his gauze as a distraction.
"If I say that I can't... are you gonna leave?"
"You can't? Are you insane??" You snapped.
Yes, he thought.
You walked in front of him, standing directly in front of the TV. "Why is your job so dangerous, Eren? This literally can't just be about money, the Amazon nigga rich as hell & you don't see niggas tryna kill him."
He spread out the palms of his hands to try and steady the conversation. "I need you to just try to understand that it's for your own good—"
"—Don't tell me what's good for me, you don't get to decide that. Especially when you're the one coming up to me ass-naked covered in somebody's blood! What's it about huh?? Family? Territory?? Drug territory??" You adjusted your head while folding your arms.
