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𝗥𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗡 𝗜𝗦 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 maddeningly quiet and it's kind of getting on my nerves except for the fact that he's too busy tending to my wounds-badly, I might add. Every rough touch and awkward dab of the cloth feels more like payback than first aid. I let it slide, since I have no idea how to do it myself. I mean, it's not like my messy self could pull it off anyway because we all know, I'm the reason I'm even in this situation to begin with. He asked me to go to the hospital earlier, but my stubborn ass didn't comply, honestly just to spite him but I'm starting to regret it now (not really).

"Sh-" I hiss as he presses the cotton swab against my swollen lip, feeling the sharp burn. His thumb gently dabs over it, easing the pain, and just like that, a rush of heat creeps up my face.

"All clear." He steps back and inspects for further cuts. I sit there, shifting uncomfortably, licking the coolness of the medicine which by the way is doing little to soothe the heat spreading through my body.

"Any more cuts?" he asks, his voice steady. I shake my head, keeping my eyes on the ground. I force myself to ignore the pain in my leg, because his touch is a hell of a lot more torturous than any of the bloody wounds.

"Reina." He says my name, firm and commanding. I glance up, confusion flashing across my face. "Take off your pants."

I choke. On air. Almost.

I pull myself together and give him a moment to reconsider his words or take them back, but he just stands there, his gaze locked on mine. My brows twitch slightly.

"Wh-what?" I gape at him, my eyes wide.

"I said take off your pants." He confirms it again and my heart escalates. What's happening?

I sit there, just looking up at him in stillness when he suddenly gives me a look and points to my leg. My eyes dart down then, quickly look away in embarrassment. Of course, he meant it for the wound.

He seems to catch on when he lets out an exhale that almost sounds like amusement. Yes, embarass me even more, why don't you? I press my lips together in irritation and rise to my feet, agressively when the mirror shard takes it as it's cue to shine, digging in even deeper into my thigh than it already is. Blood spills down and pain jolts through me, as I wince, cursing under my breath before sinking back down against my will.

Well, screw me for always acting on instinct and never stopping to think twice before I make a move. I can't believe I didn't feel this much pain just half an hour ago. But honestly, I don't really care that much. Taking that bitch down has never felt this good.

Reign sighs and steps in closer, dropping to one knee in front of me, I instinctively pull back a bit snapping out of my thoughts.

"Do you want me to take care of it or should I leave you to your... privacy?" he asks, his voice smooth as I look into his eyes. The tension thickens around us, I totally don't know about him but I can feel it pressing in on me. It almost starts to feel suffocating. We hold the gaze a moment longer.

"Okay, I will leave." he says, rising as if to walk away, I bite back a groan. He's not going to do it unless I say it, is he?

"No, wait-" I reach out and grab his arm, pulling him back down. I swallow hard, resisting the urge to look away, and nod. I may be bold, but even I have my moments of nervousness or as people call it... vulnerability. "Just do it."

He clicks his tongue, then swallows, his voice low. "Alright, I'll take this off first," he murmurs, his hands slowly rising. As his fingers skim the edge of my shirt lifting it up, the soft brush of them against my stomach erupts a wave of goosebumps throughout. I force myself to hold back the shiver that threatens to betray me.