Dance of Affliction (GxG)

Wounds And Care

»»-----¤-----««Estelle's Pov»»-----¤-----««

I haul her over to my living room and plop her down on the couch, only to be met with surprise when I notice the stains of blood peeking through the fluffy blanket and carpet. Taking in a deep breath preventing myself to freak out.

That's fine, It's okay Estelle. It's just a little bit of blood... nothing that can't be easily cleaned away..

I tell myself in my head in an inner monologue.

Besides, why worry? We can always buy a new one if we have to - no harm done.. right..?

I sigh, trying to push my carpet worries out of my mind, and I stand up. I make my way to the bathroom and stare the mirror, my face looked as if Ive seen a ghost. My eyes glance down to my hands that were stained with her blood.

"Ohh--that's blood.." I murmur in panic. "It's just blood, it'll be okay.." I try to reassure myself as my hands wildly scrub the sink in a desperate attempt to wash away the sight before me. No matter how hard I try, the image of my stained fingertips lingers on like a terrifying reminder. I feel my heart race in my ribcage and take a deep breath. I recollect myself, opening up the bathroom cabinet and take out some disinfectant with other medical supplies before I head back to the living room.

This is just great, absolutely fantastic, and here I thought my life was getting back to normal.

I arrive at the couch where Fedorov lies, and kneel down beside her.

Oh god sake, am I really doing this—

I sigh and try to timidly yet cautiously inch up the hem of her suit jacket. I see the blood seeping through her white dress shirt and gulp. Taking a deep breath, I carefully start to clean up the wound. Slowly but surely I have her bandaged up and helping her sit up on the couch. She groans and stares blankly ahead of her.

"Do I even want to find out what happened?" I shatter the silence as I place the disinfectant on the small table near the couch. She glares at me, her expression unreadable.

"No." She curtly dismisses my question without a second thought.

I scoff and roll my eyes. "Well, too bad. You're gonna tell me exactly what happened anyways." Her glare intensifies but I'm not backing down.

"Sparky, I have no obligation to tell you anything," she insists. I arch an eyebrow and shoot her a disdainful look.

"Oh, I'm sorry, whose door did you knock on?" I ask sardonically. Her silence hangs in the air like a heavy weight and I sigh impatiently. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Now spill it." I say firmly before I try to adjust the bandages on the side of her stomach. She winces and shoots me a glare.

"Sparky, for fuck's sake—"

"Can you keep still!?" I bark in annoyance.

"If you can't do anything right then don't even try!" she retorts.

"I could do my job if you would stay put, you absolute fucking numbskull!" I snap back. We both pause, our eyes locked in a stand off.

"Fine," she concedes after a moment, her expression softening slightly. "I was ambushed by a group of thugs while I was out doing some business." She explains. "Someone must've leaked my fucking location."

As she was explaining my mind went back to what Micha said before. "She can't afford to make mistakes, one mistake or misstep and it can cause her empire to crumble maybe even her head as well." I nod at her story in understanding.