Kiss Me Deadly Peter Pan

Chapter 19: Stitched Thoughts

The light brown tree with the door to my room is in eye vision as Pan carries me towards it and kicks down the door and shuts it behind us.

"Umm excuse me that was my door, you'll have to pay me insurance" I joke.

"What was that? I have to what?" He asks puzzled. Oh boy. I face plant myself. Yeah I forgot that he hasn't been properly educated, though funny enough I thought he'd at least have some knowledge since he's not exactly a 10 year old boy like he was in the children's books and my book.

He drops me on the king sized bed and I have to adjust myself at a comfortable position. He could have at least dropped me down gently since I nearly got mauled to death by a bunch of bitch crazy ass mermaids! I watch as he walks over to the cabinet and pulls out a random first aid kit from draw. Ha, seriously? Do all of them have one? Can't he just use his magical powers to heal People? I bet he dosent even know how to stitch or even wrap limbs in bandages! He didn't know how to in the book as I recall. Wendy had to stitch his shadow on for him...then again....there was never a Wendy and there was never a 10 year old Pan. everything seems so out of it. My mother-

"OOWW!!!! can't you just make it disappear!!??" I snap, gritting my teeth trying to ignore the pain as he stabs my skin with a needle and begins to stitch up my wrist wounds. jerk! No warning at all! Interrupted my thoughts. Now what was I thinking about? Ehh I can't remember. All well. He ignores me and continues to sow...so I guess I was wrong, he can stitch. The thread weaves from under my skin and out, attaching my skin together again. Can't say that it doesn't sting like a bitch. Pan dabs it when he's finished with a wet towel and the blood is gone.

I'm caught on the site of Pans indulging dark green eyes close to mine as he moves closer to me and examines my face while starting to stitch up a little cut on my cheek. I flinch slightly as the needle pricks my skin. I accidentally move against his touch as he holds my cheek gently with his fingers.

"Don't move" he states and continues to sow the cut shut. I stare at his face and then his lips. Is that my blood on him? He looks really tired. I feel like a pathetic weakling right now, he shouldn't be doing this. Pan stops stitching and notices I'm staring at him.

"What?" He asks.

"Nothing..."

"No really, what is it?"

You mean tell you that I'm beating myself up for taking help from people and that Your completely hypnotising me and turning me on? ...Omg...he is NOT turning you on Rachel that is just ridiculous stop being so stupid. He officially isn't. And why should I tell him what I'm thinking? Umm no thanks.

He turns his face to me in my direction and our lips are only 4 cms apart. He breaths and my lips tingle...Oh god. I hate this. Our eyes meet and try stare deep into each other. Shit, he's expecting me to say something? The corner of his mouth then perks up.

"Lost girl that's Lost for words?"

I Completely loose sight of what he just said and then revert my eyes to his lips. Single drops of blood are present. I could just...

"Mm...."

"What??" He whispers and smirks so close to me that my ears burn up.

"Nothing...I......You have blood on your lip, sorry" I say Quietly. He shrugs and moves away and gets the next thread and needle ready.

"Don't matter" he says and starts to stitch again but pricks his finger by accident.

"Ahh son of a bitch" he grits his teeth and shakes his finger as blood trips on the bed sheets. He starts to raise his finger to his mouth but then I stop him. I feel insanely guilty.