Dangerously Close (Aris x Reader)

6) A Week

I knew a while ago that I had my head on his lap and his jacket over me. Moving was too painful though so I didn't say anything. Even when he played with my hair, I kept my mouth shut. Especially when he fell asleep too.

I stared at the other side of the vehicle while thinking about how the hell I got here. From being on the run in the Scorch to in the lap of a boy I tried to murder. A boy who also has a lover. I mean there was no doubting the look he shared with Sonya. Once again though, I was too drained to care. I was just tired. Really, really tired.

I couldn't sleep though. I just stared directly ahead as I ignored the pain in my side. After all, there's been worse, but that is definitely up there. Probably right below the actual bite and above the time I got stabbed in the leg. Not that I was surprised. That had been a pretty well known and dangerous paycheck. It was also a big one though, and she was no saint. While I do feel like murdering the Ava Paige should have had me set for life, I made a few mistakes. That, and I got some of it stolen when I was asleep, but that's a pretty normal day. Besides, it didn't do much good. Some prick named Janson took over.

With a sigh, I sat up and put his jacket over him. Standing up, I stretched before swinging my legs over the side. Looking down at the currently smooth pavement, I tried to figure out how badly it would end if I jumped out. Not because I was going to. Just because I had nothing better to do.

As I was focused on nothing at all, I didn't notice the car turn, jerking me back. Falling to the ground, I groaned as my ankle caught on the edge before I fell back on my elbows. Loudly cursing, I kicked at the truck as if it was an inatimate objects fault.

"What happened?"Aris asked quickly, waking up at the sound.

"Sorry. I forgot you were here,"I apologized.

"Why are you bleeding? And kicking the car?"He interegated.

"I am?"I asked, looking down at my scraped elbows to see that there was indeed rips in my shirt and red on my elbows. "Oh. I am,"I accepted, sitting up.

"Here. I've got-"
"Don't. I've got it,"I demanded, wiping my elbows on my jeans.

"No. For the last time, slightly covering an injury up is not fixing it,"He said as if we were life long friends and not strangers with a terrible meeting.

"It's worked for eighteen years,"I shrugged.

"I don't know how. You're lucky you haven't gotten an infection or something."

"My supplies had to be rationed. It's more important to wrap and disinfectant a stab wound or gunshot than a scrape,"I pointed out.

"How often are you being stabbed and shot?!"

"I already told you what my job was. How often do you think?"

"Sorry, sorry. I just forgot about that since you're so,"He trailed off. Apparently, he tends to do that.

"Untraumatized?"

"Definitely not that,"He said quickly. "You're just not that cruel."

"You're funny sometimes,"I nodded, letting out a half scoff, half laugh at his joke.

"What?"

"Oh. Oh. You're serious?"I asked.

"Yes."

"You actually believe that?"

"Yes?"

"Huh,"I nodded as I took in his opinion. "I kind of have this urge to push you out of this moving car so you get some sense knocked into you,"I admitted.

"Can I see where you're hurt?"He asked, ignoring that.

"No."

"Just come on. I'll help you out until we get there,"He repeated.

"With what? Your magical healing powers?"

"No. With these,"He said simply, pulling bandages out of his pocket.

"Why would I let you touch me?"

"To help you out?"

"Why would you be okay with that? For all you know, you could be my next hit,"I reminded him.

"Then I guess I'll die today. Now come on. Let me help,"He repeated.

"In the back of a moving car?"

"Yes."

"In the dark?"

"Yes."

"I don't like you, Aris. I really, really don't like you,"I sighed, leaning back as I waited for him to give up. Stretching my legs out across from him, I looked up at the sky, not allowing my eyes to glance anywhere else.

Which was an awful idea as he moved beside me.

"Please?"He repeated, meeting my gaze. Realizing I wasn't going to win this, I held my arms out to him as I crossed my legs. Sitting across from me, he took my elbow and wiped it down.

"I give this a week."

"Give what a week?"He asked, pulling my sleeves up before wrapping one.

"You thinking I'm worth being around. I give it a week,"I clarified.

"Well, I give something else a week,"He shrugged, moving on to my other injury.

"Let me guess? How long it takes until I leave?"

"No,"He shrugged again. "I give it a week until you and I are friends,"He smiled, pulling my sleeves down and letting me know that he was done. Refusing to look at him, I stared straight ahead while not replying. As if this wasn't a universal sign to move to the other side of the car, he took his spot beside me, copying my movements as he put his knees to his chest.

And I let him have that soon to be ruined hope for me as I didn't tell him exactly how this was going to end.