Barns Courtney One-Shots

Roses | Part 2

A/N: !!Trigger Warning!!

Gore, wounds, and blood mention.
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Every evening without fail there's a long stemmed rose left on my doorstep. Each rose I kept even though my friend told me not to. I was curious as to who had been leaving the roses, so tonight I had a plan. I left the door unlocked and stood next to it. Hoping I could at least catch a glimpse of the person. I stood and waited for what felt like forever. But eventually the sound of the porch door opening caught my attention. I heard those footstep that I've grown so familiar with for the past few weeks. And when they stopped I didn't something that was probably very stupid. I grabbed the door handle and opened the door quickly. I was met with a shocked pair of blue eyes and an audible gasp.

A man with white hair with dark colored roots was standing before me. There was a white bandaid across the bridge of his nose. He was wearing black leather pants. A white/cream colored jacket was covered in black graffiti; it was draped over his shoulders. Red eyeshadow circled his eyes, making them stand out. Matching red lipstick adorned his big lips. White leather boots were on his feet. He held a red rose in his right had. Then I noticed something that concerned me. His arms, chest, and torso were covered in gauze bandages. I wasn't sure if he was wearing a white fishnet shirt or those net like bandages. They're made to keep gauze from unraveling and coming lose. His neck was also wrapped in gauze. "Are you okay? Do you need medical help?" I asked. The bandages kinda looked dirty and I didn't want him to get an infection.

He nodded weakly and I offered for him to come inside. I locked the door behind him and gently took his hand, leading him into the bathroom. "Sit on the edge of the bathtub." I said as I opened cabinets and retrieved what I needed. I put latex gloves on and carefully removed the jacket he had draped over his shoulders. Then I got started on the bandages. I gently took them off of him and grimaced. His body was covered in wounds. Most of them were scabbed over but others still bled a little. "This might sting." I said as I grabbed some medical ointment to put on the wounds. He hissed in a breath when the medicine made contact with the open wounds. Wounds that looked strange to me, especially the one at his neck.

It made me sick to my stomach even thinking about it. But... the still bleeding would circled all the way around his neck. It almost looked like... well... something a guillotine might leave behind if a head was reattached. I shivered at the though and tried to push it to the back of my mind. I changed my gloves and wrapped him in gauze again. Making sure the bandages were tight, but not too tight. I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable in them. I threw everything into the trash and took my gloves off. Then I washed my hands. "There you go, all new and clean bandages." I said with a small smile. Tears were in his pretty blue eyes and it hurt my soul. A curly strand of hair was in his face and I gently brushed it aside. "What happened to you?" I sad softly.

He swallowed hard and opened his mouth to speak, but it seemed like the action pained him. "It's okay if you can't speak. Don't hurt yourself more than you're  already hurting." I said and as I helped him stand up. He grabbed him jacket and slowly put it on. "Are you hungry?" I asked curiously as we walked out of the bathroom. He nodded weakly again and lead him into the kitchen. "I made beef stew and homemade bread for dinner. I hope you'll like it." I said as I gestured for him to sit at the table. I filled a bowl for him and a bowl for me. Then I buttered some bread for us both. I stepped into the living room to get a whiteboard from a and a marker he could use. That way it would be easier to communicate with him.

When I placed it next to him I sat down and we started eating. A few minutes passed before he grabbed the whiteboard. He flipped it around and the word "Thanks" was scrawled across it in black marker. "No problem. Thank you for the roses by the way. They're beautiful." I said with a smile. He smiled softly and his pretty eyes sparkled in the light. We ate quietly and I glanced at him every now and then. We both had second helpings of beef stew and bread. After eating I told him that he could stay. Mostly because I wanted to be able to treat his wounds. And he mad it obvious that he wasn't going to go to a doctor or the hospital. As to why, I don't know.

But he seemed comfortable with me tending to him. "Would you like some tea?" I asked and he wrote "Yes" on the whiteboard. I told him he could sit in the living room while I made it, and he did so. I looked in my cupboards and found a tin can of teabags that my great aunt had recently given me. She claimed the tea had healing properties, but I didn't really believe her. Although it did get rid of a cold fast if you drank one when you were sick. I figured why not give him one to boost his immune system a bit. I made myself a green tea while I already had the kettle hot. I carefully carried our cups of hot tea into the living room. He thanked my via writing on the whiteboard, which was sweet. I suddenly remembered the red rose he brought with him. He had left it in the bathroom, so I got up and retrieved it.

A small smile played at the corners of his lips as he watched me. I placed the rose in the vase with the others he recently brought to me. Then I joined him on the couch and enjoyed my tea.

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