I care ( Oliver Sykes Love Story) part 1

I care (Oliver Sykes love Story) part 15

The both of our heads turned towards the door to see Malcolm staring at us impassively. Oh, it was only her. I nearly reached for the gun.

Out of no where, two other men barged into our room from behind her, swiftly carried the body and rushed back out. The fuck?

She gazed at us for a moment. Surprised to see the two of us still alive. Her mouth dropped. She eyed us, looking overly surprised.

"Well..." she breathed and placed her hand on her chest. She exhaled dramatically and cautiously took a step into the room.

"looks like you've made it though the night." she said too bluntly. She wasn't happy. I glanced at Oliver and his jaws started clenching. I didn't want to calm him down. In fact, I was hoping he would rip her head off.

I bet she expected either one of us to be dead by now.

"Congradulations to the both of you. You'll be needing this." she said and causally handed Oliver a first aid kit. He reluctantly took it from her and inspected it, like as though it was something alien to him.

"ill be back tomorrow afternoon for some...um...briefing." she smiled to herself before letting herself out of our room and our of our dome. That's it?

Wow I hated that two faced bitch. I frowned at the first aid kit that was on Oliver's lap.

"come." I said and got off of the floor. I held out my hand for him and he firmly grabbed it, pulling himself up. He wobbled to his feet and held my shoulder for support. Seeing him in such a condition hurt me so badly. I felt like I was about to tear up any second. I inhaled sharply at the sight of him. It was all because of me. He looked like he had survived a 20 men brawl.

"you look like you need it more than I do." I mummered, glancing at his wounds.

he smiled a sleepy smile and he snickered. Well he probably thinks I'm kidding...wait till he sees himself in the mirror.

I led him down to the kitchen area, holding onto him as we carefully walked down the steps. He sat down on one of the bar stools and waited anxiously like a small child waiting at the dentist's. I placed the kit onto the counter and opened it. Whoa. My eyes widened at the various forms of equipment. Christ! these are enough for me to perform a surgery! I glanced through all of them, searching for the alcohol and plasters. This was one advanced first aid kit..

I finally found the alcohol and turned to face Oliver, only to realise he was watching me this entire time. I flushed. I hesitantly came in between his legs and lifted his head up slighly by his chin.

"it's gonna hurt. Just a bit." I whispered and he immediately squeezed his eyes shut. I dabbed the cotton ball with some alchohol and positioned my hand on his face.

"ahh." he winced the second the cotton ball touched his wound. I pulled my hand away immediately and he opened his eyes, glaring at me.

"you said it'll hurt... JUST A BIT." he exclaimed.

I just shrugged and held his head firmly. It almost looked like I was putting mascara on him.

"stop being a wuss oli."

He pulled his head back from my grip and blinked at me.

"A wuss?" he asked and raised his eyebrows, pretending to be very surprised. I nodded and he grinned up at me. Oh his smile...I thought I'd never be able to see that smile again.

I pushed his hair back up his forehead and held him facing up at me.

"hold still." I mummered and very gently dabbed his wound. He grimaced in pain and his shoulders stiffened. I stopped and his muscles relaxed.