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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: Return

"Take your shirt off."

"What?"

Nathan's eyes widened while looking up at her. He felt heat rise up to his face, his cheeks reddening at her demand.

"Take it off."

He quickly made a recovery,

"Y'know, if you wanted to see me shirtless-" He said playfully.

Her eyes widened in shock as well, unable to stop her own blush from forming. She quickly flicked him in the forehead for his stupidity.

"I need you to take it off so I could put pressure on the wound. So, take it off."

She repeated once more.

He followed her request, albeit a little slow due to the pain in his side from the laceration he received from the demo-dog. Max watched him intently, making sure he didn't put too much strain on himself and to be ready to put pressure on the wound as soon as he was able to get the fabric off of the injury.

He breathed in, feeling her hands press against the laceration. If it were any other circumstance, he probably wouldn't mind a beautiful girl like Max touching his torso. Max looked down at her hands, pressing them firmly into the wound. She felt the heat from the wound and his little groans of pain when she put more pressure on the wound. She watched as his blood had started to pool in her hands.

"Ball your shirt up," She said, "Make it big enough to cover the wound."

He nodded his head and followed her instructions. His shirt wasn't the cleanest, but it was the only fabric big enough to cover the whole wound.

"Give it to me," She said. He held it out to her. She reacted quickly, snatching it from his hands and practically smashing it against his wound. She used the shirt to absorb the blood that leaked from the wound and put pressure on it at the same time, as her hands wouldn't be large enough to cover the laceration from the demo-dog.

He winced at her fast movement, gritting his teeth. She looked up at him.

"You're lucky you didn't lose too much blood..." She spoke.

"I guess I'm also lucky I've got you to patch me up."

"Yeah, you are," She stated.

"You just... you know how to do everything..." He whispered.

"What..?" She asked.

"I mean, you skateboard, you do first aid..." He trailed off into silence. She stood quiet, not sure if what he was saying was truly a compliment or not. She just continued putting pressure on his wound and tried to keep her eyes from straying elsewhere. It was hard for Max to keep focus, she was a growing teenage girl who'd never done this to anyone let alone a boy, nevertheless a boy like Nathan. 

Most boys their age weren't as... toned. That was the only way she could really describe it. She had always figured that a boy with Nathan's status, a sporty popular boy, to have a more efficient body than some scrawny nerd who plays DnD, but seeing it up close and personal was different to say the least. 

If she had to compare him to someone, it was the exact same way Billy looked when him and Max first met, just a slightly more younger version of him.

"You should..." He leaned his head back against the seat while trailing off into silence once more. She was starting to think that maybe the blood loss was getting to him.

"You should teach me something." She raised an eyebrow at that.

"Teach you what?"

"Whatever you want... I guess." He said. She looked up at him, meeting his gaze.