Hidden Dimples

❀ Chapter 3: You Stubborn Ass!

❣ Celestine's POV ❣

I was reading a book at my window seat until a text from Jessyn interrupted me.

Jessyn: Where you at?

I quickly typed in a reply.

Me: Home. Why?

Jessyn: You have any plans later?

Me: What time?

Jessyn: About 5-6 ish.

Me: I go for a run at that time. Come after that.

Jessyn: Thanks! See you. :))

I quickly locked my phone and stared at my book. What is it like having siblings? I want one to be honest, but I wouldn't pressure mom to do that for me. Sometimes, I don't like sharing.

Snapping out of my trance, I changed into a tank top and sports shorts. I grabbed a water bottle and plugged in my earbuds into my iPod and stuffed it into my pocket. Mom is at work for now, so I hastily wrote a note and headed out.

I ran for a few rounds around the park and decided to stroll about for a while. The park was a nice place to be. There was of lavenders and sunflowers and a small lake. The water glistened at it's smooth glossy surface.

I walked around a bit more and wandered to a shop lot area. There small boutiques everywhere and some grocery shops. There was even a bar. I walked over to a small ally way when I heard a familiar grunt and groan.

What the fuck?

I quickly went to grab a stick and slowly made my way around the corner. I would've lied to say that I'm not surprised. I saw a figure in a curled up position, clad in jacket. Their back was to me and I couldn't help but poke them with a stick.

Hey! It is fun!

Well, people tell me it's fun all the time I just didn't believe it.

Anyways.

The figure grunted again and groaned in pain. "Have you not had enough?!" He yelled while clutching onto his stomach. Wait. Wait.. Wait!

Storm...?

Storm?!

I quickly rounded him and lifted the hood to take a peek. Sure enough it was him. His face was scrunched up in pain. There were cuts on his arms, legs and face while his nose was bleeding. All in all, he looks in a really bad condition.

"What the fuck do you want now?! Are you not done annoying me?! What do you want from me?!" He yelled with so much venom when he saw me. Okay, that hurt, right in my heart.

I sighed before speaking. "Doesn't mean if you got caught in my prank twice means I'm a murderer of something." I rolled my eyes as he groaned.

I sighed again. Well, now I'll have to drag this oaf to wherever he lives and get him healed. Though, I don't know if he'd make it to the hospital with the amount of blood loss considering he's laying in a pool of his own blood.

I grabbed one of his hands and gently tugged at it. I pushed his side so he was laying on his back and tugged on both his hands. Yeah, I'm literally dragging him. My house isn't too far away, plus, I was in the Red Crescent before I moved. I know how to tend someone whose hurt.

He grunted, "Dragging me won't get us anywhere!"

I rolled my eyes before speaking. "Yeah, and you expect me to pull you to your feet so you can limp all the way to the hospital where you'd have to wait an hour for the waiting line and pass out of blood loss? Yeah, not happening." I said as I continued to drag him back.

And that's how you waste 7 minutes of your life. Yeah, I counted. Don't judge.

Don't worry, he had a jacket so his back wasn't continuously scrapped on the floor when I was dragging him.

As I got to my front door, I pushed the glass door open with my foot, pulled him inside and shut it before praying that I wouldn't get crushed, and lifted him on the couch.

I turned and faced him, "I should've wheeled you in my little red wagon." I teased.

"Will you shut up and help me already?! Because for what I know, this isn't the hospital!" He yelled.

"Well, if I drag you to the hospital, there's a high chance you won't make it seen as you need medical care as fast as possible. And for the shutting up, nah." I replied and quickly rushed to get the first aid Kit and a needle in case if he needs stitches.

I quickly sat the materials down and grabbed a small bowl of water and a clean cloth to wipe his cuts. Slowly, I cleaned them and wipes them with antibacterial. After the cuts were cleaned, I wrapped them up.

His nose was still bleeding so I told him to hold his nose with a towel and lean downwards. After sometime, it stopped and he passed out from exhaustion.

I cleaned everything up and went to change into more comfortable clothes. I came down and inspected him for anymore wounds. So far, he has some bruised ribs and loads of cuts. Some were deep, some were not.

I sighed and touched his forehead where a bruise is forming. His temperature had risen a little. I quickly grabbed a thermometer and shoved it in his mouth.

38 degrees celcuis.

Great, now he's having a fever?

He stirred in his sleep and whimpered slightly of the discomfort. I grabbed another bowl of water and removed his shirt, pressing the cool water into his chest. I made sure the water wasn't too cold, just cool enough to down the fever.

After pressing cool water onto his skin for a few more minutes, I took his temperature again. 38.4 degrees. Really? It risen again?

I let him cool down for a while before slowly dabbing his face with water. As I was doing so, the door opened, revealing Jessyn.

"Hey Celest! I was thinki - what the fuck is happening?!" She screeched as she pointed at us.

I looked at what I was doing. And to be honest, I nearly screamed. His shirt was on the floor, and I was near straddling him while he passed out as I was pressing my hands on his chest with my butt up in the air.

I quickly jolted off him and turned to Jessyn who had a horrid expression.

"It's not what it looks like. I found him beatened up in an ally way and dragged him back to tend to his wounds. Then he passed out from exhaustion and caught a fever." I explained as her eyes rounded and nodded.

Thank lord!

"Help me?" I asked, pointing to the water as I did and she nodded.

I took his temperature again to see that it was dropping. I sighed, and cleaned up the place.

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Jessyn and I watched a movie before I went back and check his temperature. It went back to body temperature as I waited for him to wake up.

Jessyn went home a few minutes ago before I tended to Storm. His eyes slowly fluttered open and groaned, wincing at the pain. He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at me for a while.

"I swear, you better not have touched me!" He boomed lowly.

"Course not, a magical genie cleaned your wounds and tended to your fever instead." I rolled my eyes.

"Why did you help me?" He said lowly.

"Seriously? You ask me a fucken stupid question? You know, I could've left you there, but you see, I'm not a mean person. Now, you're hurt and I spent my afternoon taking care of you. I'm not going to make you leave because you pissed me off. But I'm going to leave until you somehow limped back home. Bye now, dinners on the table by the way." I called after and took a deep breath before swinging the door open, grabbing my keys and headed out.

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