Ichigo Love Story

.:You Can't Open A Lock Without A Key:. (Ichigo Love Story)*Chapter Thirteen

Chapter 13

My eyes fluttered open, and I felt pain in my head. I gasped at the pain, lifting my hand to touch my head, only to feel a bigger pain in my stomach.

This time a small scream followed by a groan from my mouth as I reached down, touching my stomach. “Damn…” I mumbled between clenched teeth.

“H-hayai?” A voice questions.

I looked over to see Ichigo sitting in a chair, chest exposed, but bandages wrapped all around him.

“Are you okay?” I asked him, sitting up quickly, looking at him, gasping at the pain once again, hunching over.

“Yeah, but you seem to be in a lot of pain.” He replies.

“I’ll be fine.” I say, smiling up at him. “Thanks for earlier.”

“Actually, you’ve been out for over a day.” Ichigo says. “Which means you must be really hungry.”

On cue, my stomach rumbled loudly, making me blush slightly. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m hungry.” I say, touching my stomach gently.

“Want help up?” He asks, standing up, putting a hand in front of me.

A bigger blush crossed across my face as I reached up, touching his warm, gentle, welcoming hand. “Thanks.” I say, squinting from the pain as he helped me stand up.

“Can you walk on your own?” He asks.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” I say, beginning to walk slowly, gripping onto his shoulder so I wouldn’t fall.

I felt his arm wrap around my waist. My face grew hotter, but I ignored it and continued walking to wherever he was taking me to get food. I supposed it was the kitchen he was taking me to.

Once we entered the room, he set me down in a chair to sit, saying, “Stay here. I’ll have some food made for you.”

“Thanks.” I say, smiling weakly.

“No problem.” Ichigo replies, smiling slightly back. I sat back in my chair, closing my eyes. I’d been out for over a day.

“Hey, do you have any medicine? My head is killing me.” I explain, touching my head. “Pain killer would be appreciated.”

I opened my eyes back up, looking around the room. “Uhm, where is everyone anyways?”

“Oh, they went out. They will be back later anyways.”

“Okay.” I say, closing my eyes again, releasing a yawn. “Man, this headache is killing me.”

“I’m sorry.” He says.

“Not your fault.” I respond.