Unforeseen

Chapter 29

I don't own Transformers, only my OC's.

Chapter 29

I think it was safe to say I was avoiding Ron. He'd called the house phone and left messages about four times and it had probably been him knocking on the door a while ago. It wasn't that I was mad at him or anything, but I was a little afraid of how he would react if he saw me. For starters my severe bloody nose was only just ceasing, so there was a rather attractive amount of blood coating my skin. Furthermore my cold was worse than ever. I had a fever, I couldn't breathe even without the tissues shoved up my nose, had a headache and I was losing my voice.

Perfect.

It was all Ron's fault. He told me to take it easy and then took me to the damn Palo Duro Canyon. Not just for a dive either, which he could have done easily enough. No, he had me hiking for a few miles. The bum. I think he seriously just wanted to knock me flat with this cold. Maybe he really wanted to lock me in… himself.

I don't know what bothered me more, the fact I turned redder than a tomato or the thought that I might actually enjoy it.

"Is there a reason you're ignoring me?"

I practically jumped out of my skin. Ron stood in the doorway, arms crossed and looking more than a little displeased. I ripped the tissues out of my nose in embarrassment. How had he gotten in the house?

His entire demeanor changed at the sight of me and he stepped into the bathroom. "What happened?"

I shook my head slowly, trying not to frustrate my already aching head. "It's nothing," I croaked.

"Nothing? There's blood all over your face. Did someone punch you?"

I shrugged. "Me in my sleep perhaps, but it doesn't hurt so I don't think so."

Ron was not convinced, but I had no way of otherwise explaining. How do you explain something that just happens naturally and randomly?

Whatever doubts Ron had though he kept to himself and he reached into the small closet to retrieve a washcloth. As he moistened it I re-applied pressure to the bridge of my nose. Ripping out the tissues had been a horrible mistake, I had only succeeded in shredding the scabs, but at least it wasn't bleeding anywhere near as badly as it had been. A few minutes perhaps and it would be done… hopefully.

Wordlessly Ron cupped my cheek in one hand and used the other to scrub my skin with the washcloth. A blush overtook my face. His hands were so warm. So comforting. I leaned into his touch, which made him smile.

He was trying to be gentle, I knew, but some of the blood was caked on and he had to scrub hard. "Sorry," he would say after every flinch.

I switched to a clean tissue when my fingers started to become hot and wet. "Stop already," I muttered a little too loudly. I was talking to my infernal nose but it took Ron a moment to realize.

"Have you taken your cold medicine?" He asked as he wiped at my chin.

"No." I folded the tissue and replaced it. At his narrowed eyes I added, "I woke up drowning. I've been sitting over the sink since." I really didn't need to specify where I had been, the red stains in the basin said it all.

When he was satisfied with his job a few minutes later he tossed the washcloth into the sink and went back to the cabinet. He removed a pill from a box and a paper cup from its holster behind the door. How he had known the cups were there I wasn't sure, especially since the door was wide open. It wasn't like he ever had to relieve himself after all… not that I knew of anyway. Maybe an oil change – was oil universal? – but somehow I figured a garage would be better for that sort of thing.