No Stitches Please

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The car journey takes what seems like forever and I feel Satoru jiggle his leg repeatedly from underneath me throughout the whole ride. He seems really nervous, which is kind of freaking me out.

Eventually, the car comes to a stop and I raise myself up from Satoru's chest as he gets out of the car hurriedly. I shuffle out after him, but before my feet hit the ground, I feel him wrap his arms around my torso as he lifts me into his grip. I let out an awkward yelp at the unexpected action, but welcome it considering I'm hurt, even if the wound doesn't affect my ability to walk at all.

"If this is how you treat me when I'm injured then I should get hurt more often." I comment as Satoru begins to pace towards the front of Suguru's house. He lets out a scoff at my comment and I see his gaze dart down to my arm which is resting across my torso. I follow his gaze to see that my skin is now coated in a dry layer of blood, hopefully meaning the bleeding stopped a while ago.

The front door to Suguru's house is opened for us by one of his guards, and the man gives Satoru (who's currently holding a blood-covered me bridal style) a very odd look. Satoru paces through the main corridor of the house, only for us to see the last person we would want to right now lurking in wait. As Satoru swings round the corner, Suguru is walking towards us wearing a simple sweatshirt and joggers, just ten meters away.

My eyes widen and I feel Satoru let out a sigh from beneath me at the sight of his friend. I watch as Suguru's gaze focuses on Satoru first and his brow furrows, his gaze then flicks to me, and I watch as his eyes widen slightly. His stare fixates on my bloody arm and I look down at myself, then back over to him. Without warning, he comes rushing towards us quickly.

"What the fuck happened?" He says angrily, directed at Satoru, not me.

"We-el..." Satoru begins and I feel Suguru's arm wrap around my back, his other hand stretching itself under my legs as he takes me out of Satoru's grip and into his arms instead. I don't know why they're passing me around like this considering my legs aren't even injured, but hey, I am pretty tired from the blood loss so I won't complain.

"Satoru, I swear to fucking god if you don't tell me right now-" Suguru threatens again as I feel his grip around me tighten.

"Okay, okay." Satoru concedes, throwing his hands up in innocence. "Her arm got hurt, that's it, it was a misjudgement on our part that led to one of the men surprising us." He says and I watch as Suguru's jaw clenches in response.

"I told you this was a bad idea." He says as he turns around quickly and begins to pace down the corridor. He enters a room which is unfamiliar to me, and judging by the king size bed and white shirts strewn over a chair in the corner, I'm guessing it's Suguru's room. It's a lot bigger than mine, with a large open fireplace, open Shoji doors onto the estate's gardens, elegant yet old-money decor. That's the only glimpse I get as Suguru continues through the room and into the large en-suite.

The bathroom is huge, if I thought mine was big, this is definitely twice the size. Suguru places me down on the counter beside the sink and I watch as he flips on the tap. I rest my back against the cold, glass mirror behind me for support. I'm feeling absolutely exhausted. Looking down briefly, I gaze at my injured arm which rests in my lap, only to tilt my head back and shut my eyes at the sight of it.

"Hey." I hear Suguru's voice from in front of me, his sternness remains, but his previous angry tone is gone.

"Hmm?" I say in response, my eyes staying shut and head leant back.

"Hey." He repeats again, and I feel his hand grasp around my jaw as he shakes my head from side to side softly.

I prise my eyes open and drag my gaze over to him.

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