Trapped

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DAY 2

I wake to the sound of Nick cussing, lifting up off the step that I had slept on I head toward his voice. He hides in one of the corners of the small space, that we are in.

"Nick" I call to him as I get closer

"It's ok I was just trying to find away out" he tells me "Cut my fucking hand"

As I get closer I see that his shirt is off and he has wrapped it around his hand.

"Let me see" I tell him

"Its fine"

"Don't be stupid Nick, you might have something in it let me see"

I can see the blood soaking though the fabric, he unwraps it and I take his hand in mine. He has a deep cut it looks.

"Come into the light" I tell him

Pulling on his hand, he follows me

"Ouch" he hiss as I try to open it up

"I need to open it see if its anything in it" I tell him my eyes come up to his "Way don't you smoke it will relax you"

"No I'm fine just get it over with"

I look back at his hand.

"Its not as deep as I thought" I tell him "There don't seem to be anything in it, too bad there's nothing to put on it to help it heal"

I look into his hazel eyes again as an idea comes to me.

"I have an idea" I tell him licking my lips "But I don't think you're going to like it"

"Oh, will please tell me" he hisses

I lick my lips again

"Lick it" I tell him plan and simple

"You're kidding"

"No, its known that saliva helps heal wounds"

"That right"

"Yes, so just lick it"

"That's ok"

I look down between us

"I'll do it"

"What"

Looking up at him I see his smile

"If you don't do something it'll get infected so, do you want me to do it or are you going to do it"

"You do it" he

I bring his hand to my lips and he pulls it back

"How do I know your're safe" he asked

"Safe"

"You know disease free"

I smirk

"I am perfectly health thank you"

"And how do you know"

"I been tested, if you don't trust me do it your self"

"No I trust you"

He places his hand in mine and again I bring it to my lips, my eyes watch his as my tongue slides across his hand. I hear his intake of breath, and see something in them hazel eyes of his.

"There" I tell him "Not so bad was it"

"No, you did ask it I was safe"

I smile, releasing his hand

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