Just a Virus {ON HOLD}

Chapter 2

"H-hello, S-sire..." He stuttered and gave a weak smile, holding onto the doorframe with one hand and clutching the deep infliction with the other. His smile faltered and was replaced by a pained expression.

"H-How..." I started, "I'll ask later. Come inside!"

He started to walk, but he fell. Luckily, I caught him before he hit the floor. I closed the door with my foot and carried Mark to the bathroom, placing him on the edge of the tub. His hand still covered his wound, and I politely asked him to move it. When he didn't, I moved it myself.

I quickly tore the clothing from his chest, apologizing for ruining the garments. I ran hot water in the tub, using it to soak washcloths that I held to his injury. He hissed as I applied pressure, and he swore under his breath a few times, but he never flinched or moved away. After slowing the rate of blood loss, I pulled out my phone to dial 911.

"P-please, don't take me anywhere..."

"What? You need medical help!"

"You're capable... J-just please try... No one else is allowed to t-touch me..."

He blushed as he spoke, and I saw the fear in his eyes. It humiliated him, but it was there. But he had something I lacked: confidence in me. I gulped and put my phone down.

"Ok."

Channeling all my focus, I scanned over him. His chest was rising and falling at an alarming rate, and he was sweating though he was cold to the touch... He was having a panic attack.

In an attempt to calm him, I gently stroked his arm. I crouched down in front of him, and his chocolate eyes met mine. I smiled and leaned over, kissing his forehead and whispering sweet things into his ear. I told him that everything would be alright if he just focused on me.

To my surprise, it was very effective. Once he was calm enough, I readdressed his infliction. Occasionally pausing to let him squeeze my hand, I managed to stitch up his chest. When finished, I escorted a very disoriented Mark to my bedroom. Giving him clean, dry clothes of mine to borrow, I stepped out and allowed him time to change. About five minutes later, the door opened to reveal a smiling, shirtless Mark. Now that I wasn't panicking to stop him from bleeding out, I was able to take in more of his features. I couldn't stop my eyes from roaming his toned chest.

"Like what you see?"

"I gave you a shirt, ya know.." I said, trying to hide my blush. Judging by his gigantic smirk, I wasn't doing a good job.

"I thought you might prefer me this way. Besides, it's the least I could do to repay you for healing me."

"Healing you..?"

Once I finally stopped drooling over Mark's six-pack and biceps, I noticed something startling: His chest was completely healed.

"Did I really do that...?" I asked in disbelief. He grabbed my right hand and placed it upon his perfect figure.

"Feel for yourself..."

His smirk grew along with my blush, and I shuddered at my own thoughts following his actions, accompanied by his heavenly, husky voice.

Regaining my composure as quickly as I'd lost it, I removed my hand and looked up into his beautiful chocolate orbs.

"So... Could you please explain this to me now that you're not dying?"

"Well, you see, sire-"

"Please, call me Jack."

"Oh. Of course, si- Jack. You have what one might call... An opposite. You look exactly alike- you could be literal twins- but your personalities are where the title comes into play. For instance, you are a healer, as you just discovered. Your opposite can kill any living creature with his touch."