𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 | 𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘯

✰ 11 ✰

Maeve stood in between Joost's legs as he perched on the bed of the paramedics tent. His and Nathan's fight at the festival had lost control and ended with both of them having cuts and bruises, for no reason if you asked Maeve. Her attempts to stop the men were counterproductive.

When the Belgian man stormed off, she was left with the bloody being of Joost.
To avoid any further wounds, Evie rushed them to the tent. The busy workers thanked her when she offered to clean up the mess herself. After all, it was Maeve's fault.

She dabbed the alcohol wipes onto his open knuckles, making him hiss at the burning cloth.

"I'm sorry", the brunette girl whispered as she apologised profusely.

Joost bit his bottom lip to distract himself from the ongoing pain. Confidently, he stated: "It's okay, I'm not a pussy."

His information was quickly proved false, another seethe leaving his mouth. Evie giggled and caused the blonde below her to break into a wide smile as well.

She moved on to his right cheekbone that was scarred with a sharp cut, presumably from one of Acid's rings. Joost couldn't help but stare at the girl who was patching him up. He knew Maeve felt guilty, though she didn't need to. Nonetheless, it was her who was still helping him.

"Why did you do this?", her deep frown snatched him out of his thoughts.

"What?"

The Dutch man mirrored her expression, confused by her question.

"Why would you fight... for me?", Evie cringed slightly whilst explaining further,"You don't need to put yourself in danger."

Joost snorted: "Eves, are you joking? After what he said, yes I needed to. He has no right to degrade you that way. Plus, I feel like he needed a little punch in the face."

Maeve smiled weakly, unsure of how to feel. On one hand, it was nice to know he cared and what someone else was saying about her, especially the density of the words Nathan spat.

On the other hand, Joost had risked his well-being for her. Evie hated the idea of causing him pain. He could consider himself lucky for barely enduring any bad damage. As horrible as it might sound, the girl was well aware of what Acid was capable of.

"Still, it could've ended worse. I don't want you to get hurt. Not for me."

"But I want to-"

"Joost."

"Fine, I won't do it again", he pursed his lips at the failed pursuit to argue.

The blonde had agreed just to keep her satisfied. If it came down to it, he would definitely come in aid. Evie trusted Joost and to him, that mattered more than anything.

Maeve turned around to discard the used medical products. Her wrist was caught halfway.

"Liefje!"

Her heart skipped a beat. The name was contemporary and strangely heated her heart with happiness. Butterflies erupted in both of their stomachs, evident on their blushing cheeks.

Joost deemed himself brave to let it slip. It danced on his tongue constantly. To date, he had been far too scared. If he hadn't said it now, Joost didn't believe he ever would. Their short amount of time left together weighed their relationship down. Any steps they took were conscientious.