School bus graveyard one shots

Keep your eyes on me - Ben/Taylor

+ Hurt/comfort

Idea from: melsbakeryy 

Typically in the phantom dimension, Taylor and Ben are the medics.

The team relies on their (not very skilled) attention when they are injured.

But what happened when the person who helps heal the group gets hurt?

How will their companion stay calm?

Ben's P.O.V

I'm freaking out.

Everybody is watching me,

Tyler is going crazy, yelling at the top of his lungs, speed walking around the graveyard to calm down.

But I try to keep my focus specially on the girl in front of me.

Taylor got hurt. Like bad hurt, she was knocked to the ground, and two phantoms got to her. It looked that none of her injuries were fatal, that was if she didn't loose consciousness from blood loss.

God, there is so much blood.

Starting down from her left shoulder, to below her waist was the first wound I disinfected and cleaned, it was difficult to do all this, and still keep Taylor from passing out.

Every time I managed to get a glimpse of her, normally cheery eyes, I was met with dark, cold ones. It didn't help. Not in the slightest.

Once I managed to clean her up, I just had to bandage the injured areas, but I needed her to cooperate with me, she knew this. She knew how to help injured people, so I'm hanging on to a bit of hope, wishing she'd make it easier for both of us.

It's hard, seeing someone you care about in a situation like this. It took a lot of me not to break down and hug her, right then and there.

Slowly, and the most carefully I can be, I lift Taylor up. She lets out a small groan of pain. And I wince, I don't want to be hurting her. But we manage,

 she places her hands loosely on my shoulders, as I swiftly bandage her torso.

It takes me a second to realize she was humming. 

Humming was always a thing we made the others do if they were hurting. This pained me, I loosen my grip on the medical tape, and she exhales.

Once Taylor opened her eyes again and looked at me, I could see her eyes were glossy, as if she were to burst into tears at any given moment.

"I'm fine, really. Well I mean.." she looks down slightly at herself, looking at the blood stained bandages. "I'm not fine, but to be fair I was just torn apart so.." she tries to laugh, but it doesn't sound natural.

.

When we finished, the group decided it would be best if she rested for the last 3 hours.

I felt a little relieved when she asked me to stay with her, instead of go out to the graveyard with the rest of are friends.

She was leaning up against me, her back pressed up to my torso, she wanted me to lay down with her, and who am I to complain? But as of right now, I didn't feel like I was blushing, or freaking out.

I just felt worried.

Our hands where joined, and I could tell she was asleep.

So instead of thinking about all the horrible things that could of happen to this sweet girl.

I realize that she is here with me. No amount of imagining could take me away from the reality of it.

I lean my head down, and kiss the top of her head,

Enjoying every second of her touch,

her much living, much alive. Touch.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

AAAAAGH THEY MAKE ME WEAK 

this one was a bit short, but be grateful 😡