Cinderella Story [Wriothesley x Reader]

Page 5 - II

Wriothesley was sitting on the floor, leaning back against his desk and seemed exhausted and annoyed. When he heard you approach, he turned his face to you and you could see the bright red blood on the right side of his face, running down slowly.

"Why are you sitting on the floor?" you asked the first question that was on your mind.

"I don't want to get blood on my furniture." Wriothesley said matter-of-factly. "You should leave. This isn't the right time. It's bad enough you witnessed something like that."

Ignoring his words, you stepped closer to him instead to have a better look at him. "You're hurt," you stated.

"It's nothing too bad." He waved off your concern and wiped his face again. His hand was already full of blood as well.

"Why don't you go visit Sigewinne?" you asked him, since that was the most logical thing to do in his situation.

"Because she's busy with the other guys. They're off way worse than me." There wasn't any hint of pride in his words, as if it was just a fact that he was stronger than them and nothing to brag about.

"But you've got a head wound." You kneeled down in front of him and slowly reached out. When he didn't stop you, you carefully lifted up his hair to look at the damage, but couldn't see much. There was too much blood.

"It's not deep, it looks worse than it is," he tried to reassure you. It wasn't working.

"Still..." You looked at his head for another moment, spotting shards of glass between his strands and you made a snap decision. You stood up again and looked around the room until you found what you were looking for. A small bowl and a faucet. With quick steps you walked over, grabbed the bowl and filled it with water, then brought it back you kneeled down in front of Wriothesley again. Silently thanking Hematitia's strict lessons to always carry a handkerchief, you took yours out of the pocket of your dress. At least with this one you could be sure it was clean.

Wriothesley watched you silently until you reached up into his hair once more. "What are you doing?"

"Helping you," you stated and parted his hair where you suspected most of the damage. Immediately you saw a few small glass shards.

"You're going to make yourself dirty," he said, but you just laughed.

"As if I care about that!" You scooted closer to him, until your knees were in between his legs, so you could get a better look at what you were dealing with. Usually the proximity would have been way too much for you, but right now that embarrassment was overshadowed by your worry for him, and by the concentration need for your task. Carefully you started picking the glass shards you could see from his head and put them to the side. Then you took your handkerchief, dipped it into the water and softly wiped the blood away. You expected him to flinch away or protest, but he continued sitting still and let you clean him up.

When you had removed most of the blood in his hair, you dipped the fabric into the water bowl once more, checked it for small shards, wrung it out and sat down on your heels to wipe his face. He was staring at you intensely while you did this, but you couldn't tell what he was thinking one bit. So you just ignored him, willed away the blush on your cheeks and wiped again until his face was somewhat clean, then got up on your knees again to finish the mess in his hair.

You worked silently for at least a quarter of an hour, taking your time as to not accidentally push any shards deeper into his skin, and just cleaned one tiny area after the other. Your handkerchief didn't have one white spot anymore, and you had accidentally dripped onto your dress, but you didn't mind. You just continued. With time, you could finally tell that it really wasn't as bad as you had thought, and the wounds were mostly superficial.