Escape (Keith X OC)

Chapter 20

AN: y'all, I know I'm being a crap author because of the lack of updates, but here is another chapter. Hopefully more will be published. Thank you all for being so patient with me and for enjoying the book! Didn't expect too many people to like this.
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   Tera told him, "Well, there's a few cuts on my back and stomach..." She looked at the ground and rubbed her neck. Keith didn't know what to say. He wanted to help her but if she felt uncomfortable with it. He asked her, "Oh, well if it would bother you...look, I just want to help."Tera thought again, "Well, I actually can't reach the ones on my back. Are you sure it's okay?" Keith didn't know what he was doing, "It's fine, I just want you to be okay." She smiled, "Thanks, then I'm going to take my tank off now , so" He blushed a little bit and turned away.

   "Okay, is it that bad?", she asked. Keith couldn't believe what he was seeing. Tera's back was a mess of cuts, fresh and old. He was taken back by it all, "Oh, gosh...Tera are you sure you're feeling fine?" She turned her head to look at him from over her shoulder, "I think so, I can't feel anything." Keith grabbed a cloth and poured some alcohol to begin dabbing it on her wounds, "I think you're in shock. I'm sorry, Hope, but it's pretty bad." As soon as the alcohol touched her back, she covered her mouth to stop herself from screaming.

     Tera hit her hand on the table counter next to her. Keith put a hand on her shoulder, "Hope, are you alright? Do you need me to stop?" She didn't say anything but shook her head. He didn't know what to do. Him cleaning the cuts would hurt her, but it would help in the long run. If he didn't clean them, she wouldn't be in imidiate pain, but it would get worse. Either way, Keith didn't want to see her suffer. After ten minutes of carefully cleaning the cuts, Keith helped wrap Tera's back. She gingerly put back on her tank top. He could tell there were tears rolling down her face.

   Keith lightly hugged her, "It's all over, don't worry about it." He then wiped her tears away and walked her to her room. It was quiet the whole way over through the halls. He felt helpless. Keith desperately wanted to make her feel better, but what else could he do? If he could, he would have switched places with Tera in a heart beat back at the Galra ship. At that moment, he hated the Galra Empire more than  ever before.

   Tera sniffled, "Thanks for everything, Keith. You've been really sweet. I'm just going to go rest now, so see you tomorrow." He gave her a smile, "Thank you, Hope. I hope you feel better soon, good night." She closed the metal door to her room and passed out on her bed.

The next day:

  It was quiet in the halls, until someone began to talk. "So, Keith," said Lance, "You've been in a happier mood latley-" Keith stopped him, "Lance, please, I don't have time to hear your- whatever you're trying to say." Lance looked at him and smirked, "Okay, never mind. I take what I said back, so what's up?" Keith was getting annoyed, "Ugh, nothing's 'up', alright?" Lance asked, "Does it have to do with Tera? We all know you two have a thing for eachother, or at least you do." Keith turned to face him but then looked to the ground, "It's none of your business, just leave her alone." He walked off and turned a corner, leaving Lance with more questions than answers.

   Tera had not come out of her room since her back was still sore. She's gone through worse, but that doesn't mean it hurts any less. She tried getting up, stumbled and caught herself by reaching a hand out towards the wall. Tera was able to stand straight and walk as long as she kept her focus not on the pain, "Alright. Time to go now, it's brunch." The sliding doors opened and Keith was there, scaring Tera, causing her to try and hit him. Fortunately, he  was able to grab her wrist before her hand made contact with his neck. "Whoa, sorry, I just came by to check on you.  No one's seen you all day." She quickly realized who it was and apologized, slightly embarrassed.