Hulk Girl

Chapter Eight

A very, very loud groan woke me up and the next thing I knew, someone pushed me and I rolled off the bed and hit something soft that bounced slightly. I opened my eyes and my head began to throb. I rubbed it gently and I looked up, seeing Kieran on my bed, his body rigid and his hands cupped over his mouth.

My eyes widened. I had passed out, but only for seconds. I sighed in relief but became confused. What the hell happened?

Slowly sitting up while still rubbing my head, I looked at him and said, "What happened?"

He didn't answer. After a few minutes, he slowly relaxed, but this time his eyes glared at me. The venom in them made me shrank back a little. He removed his hands that had been cupping his mouth all this time and my mouth went slack as I saw blood trailing down from his busted lip.

I cocked my head to the side, "Why is your lip all busted up?"

He sat up and wiped the blood with the back of his hand before glaring at me, "Your head's like a fucking bowling ball."

He stood up and went for the bathroom. The sound of running water and him muttering curses were heard, and I rubbed the slightly sore spot on my head again. Of course. I did lose consciousness, and I had been straddling him. Naturally I would go down and somehow my 'bowling ball of a head' had hit his lips, making it explode.

You're so smart, Sherlock, a voice inside my head teased.

Now there's a voice talking to me and it was, again, because of the guy inside the bathroom.

Kieran came back minutes later and he didn't even spare me a glance. The dark aura surrounding him was enough sign for me though.

I winced when I saw his face. From the punch he'd taken earlier, he was already sporting a bruise and small cut on his lips. Now, that cut worsened even more when my head fell on him. It was swollen so bad and made it look like it was stung by bees. He looked like he just came out of an action movie. Honestly.

Guilt surfaced in me and I grabbed my phone. I went to the browser and searched, 'How to heal a busted lip'.

Several answers popped out from Yahoo! Answers, and I clicked on one. One particular guy answered urine and I made a face. Then an answer from a registered nurse who said to ice it. Leaving the room with Kieran runmaging something in his duffel bag, I went into the kitchen and grabbed a few ice cubes, put it into the first thing I found which was a tissue, and ran to my room.

"Here," I told him quietly and he didn't budge. He was just lying there on his bed with an arm hiding half of his face. Thankfully he had already put clothes on. "Hey. Put some ice on it."

"No thanks," There was a slight change in the way he spoke and I saw his face contract in pain for a second before it went smooth again.

"Don't be a brat. Just put this on your lips."

"Shut the fuck up."

I glared at him. The ice was beginning to melt and the tissue was slowly being soaked through. Determined, I walked a few steps and stopped beside his bed. I squatted down and slowly approached his lip with the ice on my fingers.

My hand actually shook from nervousness in case he went all crazy on my butt for not listening. I bit my lip. The moment the ice touched the swollen part, I tensed. I noted how his body went rigid, and his jaw clenched. I was so sure he was going to snap my arm in half that I actually shut my eyes tight in anticipation. A whimper escaped through my lips. When nothing happened, I opened my eyes slowly and blinked three times.

Kieran had taken his arm off his eyes and was now looking at me, his dark gaze boring into mine. In his endless night sky of eyes, I couldn't help noticing how long his lashes were.