I Didn't Want To Be A Witch

Prologue

"Can't you be more careful? This shit hurts like hell."

"Sweetie, you've never been in hell."

"Well, I'm imagining it'll feel like this. And don't say it like you've been in hell before."

You can't be careful enough when it came to hunting down a werewolf, before you know it your arm has been sliced into pieces and you're bleeding to death. Maddie made a lucky escape and only had the first few layers of her skin on her back damaged. Four claw marks, which were bleeding rather furiously five minutes ago.
Lucky she was, for having someone experienced to take care of injuries like these. Stitches weren't even necessary, only herbs, oils and some odd chanting in Latin.

"It stings."

"I know. --Suck it up."

"Rude."

She had to lay on the sofa for nearly two hours to let Olivia  work her magic, and this piece of furniture wasn't exactly the most comfortable. Having a hard time laying still and trying not to flinch at everything she felt, Maddie began biting on a corner of one of the pillows she was told to rest her head on.

"Aaaaaalmost done."

"I'm about to cry."

"Do I need to tuck you in later?"

"Shut the hell up."

Olivia just laughed to herself and continued to spread the herb leaves and oils over the wounds, watching the gaps slowly close on their own. Standing up from kneeling down for way too long, feeling the bloof flow through her veins back down to her feet. Pins and needles making her search for some extra support by holding onto the arm rest of the sofa.
She looked down at Maddie, who was still waiting for the word that she can get up again. So Olivia took the opportunity to slap her friend on the back.

Maddie yelped out and shot up, using her arms to push herself off the cushions.

"What was that for?!"

"For not listening to me when I said hat it's better to go together."

Olivia grinned before turning to clean up the coffee table of chopped up herbs, a bottle she accidentally knocked over and a kitchen knife covered in a thick purple substance. Though before making her hands dirty, she picked up Maddie's shirt which was tossed aside, bloodied up and stained in dirt.

"Let's burn this shall we?"

"Or I can keep it as proof that I survived fighting off a werewolf."

"And show... which friends?"

"RUDE."

"Well, since I've helped you out again; I'll let you take care of dinner."

"How about we just order pi---"

"No."

"Lame."

* * * * *

"I'm not the greatest cook."

"I can tell. Thanks though."

It was often that Olivia offered to cook, as she had more experience living on her own over the years. Madeline's overcooked pasta was luckily only a one-time thing. She never really knew when to actually move the pot off the fire, despite reading the instructions over a hundred time and still ending up hesitating as to what she's supposed to do.

"Don't worry about cleaning up. I'll do it." Maddie offered as she stood up, reaching out to take Olivia's plate and bringing it back to the sink.

"You feel really guilty, don't you?" The 'elder' witch questioned, grinning towards the blonde's back and watching her clean off the tomato sauce from the plates and cutlery.

In reponse Maddie just sighed; yes, she did feel guilty. Olivia has done everything to take care of her and it feels like she's got nothing to give back to show her gratitude.
"I'm sorry, Olly." Mumbling and feeling the hot water nearly burn the skin on her hands. She quickly pulled away before turning the tap to cold water as quickly as she could.

"Hey, what're you apologising for?" Olivia tilted het head a little to the side, eyebrows knitted together in slight concern. Standing up from her comfortable spot on the sofa, she approached the young woman and placed a hand on her shoulder to turn her around.
Her hands were rose tinted from the hot water and there was a faint gaze of sadness in her eyes. "Come here you."

A warm embrace. It's exactly what she needed. Olivia couldn't help but still see a lost little girl whenever she looks at Maddie, and she could feel how her muscles relaxed under Olivia's touch.

"It's okay. I'm not really angry at you, you know?"

"I know... Thank you." It was more than just words to soothe Madeline. Olivia was always genuine and she knew it, but it bothered her that those words actually didn't do anything to make her feel better. It's probably something she'll never really understand.