Blood & Bruises

I Feel For The Kid

>>Izel

I stood close to Seth, my fingers pressing a clean cloth against the swelling on his cheek. The bruise was turning a deep purple, spreading out like a dark blossom under his skin. It needed some attention, and I was more than willing to give it. Maybe a little too willing.

I applied pressure, a bit more than necessary, feeling the hard muscle of his jaw tense beneath my touch. Seth winced, his breath hitching just slightly, but he didn't pull away. He rarely ever did. His tolerance for pain was something else— But I couldn't help myself from pushing it a little today.

Because of this idiot I couldn't drink yesterday. I treated the unconscious boxer but before I could tell Seth to leave that boxer woke up.

I pursed my lips

I'm so hungry that I'm getting mad!

"Hold still," I murmured, pressing down harder with the cloth, the edge of my lips curling into an evil grin as I made it hurt.

"Doc,"

I could feel his eyes on me, studying me like he always did. I kept my gaze focused on the task, making sure not to meet his eyes too quickly, keeping my face calm and unreadable. His cheekbone felt solid under my hand, and I applied just a bit more pressure, watching as his jaw tightened further. He drew a sharp breath through his teeth, a low hiss escaping.

"Doc," He finally spoke up, "You're pressing a bit hard there,"

I glanced up at him, letting my expression soften into something innocent. "What? You think I'm doing this on purpose?" I asked, my voice light and teasing, though there was a spark of mischief in my eyes. "I'm just making sure it heals properly."

He didn't buy it. I could tell by the way his lips twitched into a small, knowing smile. "Uh-huh," He replied, his tone dripping with skepticism. "Feels like you're punishing me for something."

I tilted my head, pretending to think about it, but my fingers stayed where they were, still pressing firmly against his cheek. "Maybe you deserve it," I said lightly, meeting his gaze. "For making my job harder with all these bruises."

"I'm a boxer, it's bound to happen." He replied

"You haven't even had your match yet," I said, "This is your coach's doing," I pressed the cloth on his cheek again, "Isn't it?" I saw it a few times as I was passing by the resting area, his coach is always slapping some part of him.

He's a real piece of shit. What was his name again? Colt something, I think.

Seth finally looked away but he didn't answer.

I let go of his face and stepped back. Then I grabbed an ointment from the slab and

"Isn't your coach too harsh on you?" I applied the ointment on his cheek. This time it wasn't from a fight but from his coach who slapped him across the face for losing a match.

"Hehe," For how tall and toned he is, his personality is so childish. This is the only guy I've seen who radiates golden retriever energy.

I bet he'd be an adorable boyfriend.

"This isn't a laughing matter," I said, "Don't your parents get mad about this? You should change your coach."

"..." His gaze dropped and he didn't answer me immediately, "I don't have parents," I paused, "I mean it's sort of obvious, if I had parents I wouldn't be in an illegal boxing ring."

!!

It hit me, like a rock thrown straight to my head.

Right,