Unwanted

A friend, and a companion

"Hello... h-hello?? Are you alright?" My eyes flashed back a moment, and then came back to the real world where a stinging pain of bright yellow light pierced my eyes as I squinted, trying to adjust to the blinding sun. "Oh thank God, I thought you wouldn't make it but... luckily those wolf skins did the trick" As my eyes adjusted, a figure... a boy I presume, with dark brown strands of straight hair that ruffled in the wind as the corner of his head shined in the sun. His bright blue eyes reflected on my pale white cheeks making them brighter than before, and his cheeks had become rosy, for the wind was colder than... well, cold. 

I got scared, and I didn't like the smell coming from above my head, so I slowly reached down into my boot as I locked eye contact with him, and my hand shuffled inside the boot for quite a while until I realized... these weren't my boots. "Hah, not to worry, your boots didn't have any soles, so your feet would've got hurt if I let you keep them on, but it's okay cause I got a replacement, and they fit you fine." He widened his dry pale lips as dimples dug into his cheeks as he smiled. "Oh, and I changed your clothes, but your jacket is still on, everything else got stained from the blood on your head" I widened my eyes, realizing the masculine smell from the over-sized clothes I was wearing got masked by the strong odor of rotting wolf flesh and dried blood above my forehead. 

"W-wha... what have you done to my head..." I paused, gulping in gasps of air, for as I spoke my head splurted out arrows of pain, argh, fuck! "Wh-where's my stuff?" I blinked, and then squinted my eyes for the pain had come back, then I decided not to talk for a while, because this was hurting like fuck.

He slipped his pale white hands out of his leather gloves and reached for my forehead. As I squinted, he took the wolfskin off my forehead and threw it out of the window made out of small twigs as a border, and larger logs for the wall.

As he bit his pink lips he said, "The other animals love that stuff, take anything they can find around here" I stared at him, confused at why he was in such a good mood when he could see me in pain.

"Why... are y-you so p-positive?" I squinted my lips and grated my teeth, oh my god aaargh fuck! I turned my head, I felt like dying, this pain was unbearable, and I couldn't understand why he wasn't answering any of my questions. He was aggravating me... yet I couldn't get mad at him, I don't know why...

"Oh right! Your head, hah... I almost forgot" He sucked his bottom lip in, and got up. That was when I realized how tall he was. He was about 6'2 adding the boots, he reached for a built-in wooden shelf made out of old wooden planks and grabbed some sort of jar, interrupting my thoughts, he added, "You're a really strong girl by the way, most people wouldn't be able to take that pain" He walked over to the mattress of animal skins on which I was resting on, and opened the glass jug that was half full of brown mahogany colored liquid.. Ew that reeks, but not as bad as Johns underwear on Saturday morning... 

"Here, let me pour some of this into your mouth, and remember, no matter how bad it tastes you have to swallow it" He smiled at me, showing his dimples bury themselves into his cheeks before he locked eyes with me as he tilted the jar, pouring the liquid into my mouth. Opening my jaws was hurtful enough, but swallowing this vile stuff... it made me shudder thinking about it. I opened my jaw, readying my tongue for any vile substance that hit my tastebuds, any moment now... He raised his dark brown eyebrows, "Here we go" smiling at me as the liquid hit my tongue. 

The taste was disgusting. As soon as those flavors hit my mouth it was like my tongue was a no mans land. I squinted my eyes, closing my mouth to spare me from gagging. 

"No no, it's okay, I'm here" He pushed me up, making me sit. My eyes were still shut tight, and I felt a slight sting of dizziness as I rose up. As I began to open my eyes, I found his face as we locked eyes, and for a second, I felt a little electric bolt spark from his ocean blue eyes as they glowed in the foggy atmosphere. 

I quickly broke the connection of our eyes as I parted the jug from my lips. "W-why are you d-doing this for me..." I grated my teeth as a circuit of pain hit my jaws, and the taste of the gooey liquid made the pain even worse.

"Hey, easy there tiger. You're going to need a few days until that medicine works, then you can go, and I can see you're on an adventure somewhere... possibly... running away?" He smirked, stretching his peachy lips from each side of his cheeks. I snarled, pushing him away with my hands that were full of dried blood and scabs, I lay down again and sighed. The hell is he, a fortune teller?