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after much struggles, i finally settled him on the couch. i raced to the kitchen and fumbled through the cabinets for the first aid box. i also grabbed some clean towels from the bathroom.
it was the first time i ever dealt with something like this, so my amateur self naturally started freaking out. although under extreme pain, he seemed to have noticed my reaction. i didn't even realise i was shaking so much.
"calm down." he held my wrist, "pass me the towels first." i spaced out a bit before handing him the towels. with one hand, he slid his top off, revealing his well-toned body. i don't know why, but i got flustered seeing that. what is wrong with me today?
he then told me to look for the sterile wash, something you use to wash the wound to prevent infection. before i passed him the bottle, a thought struck me.
"wait, this is going to hurt, right?" i asked, mouth gaping just imagining the pain. he weakly laughed, "of course it will, but i'm used to it."
used to it? how many times has he got stabbed? it really made me wonder about his background, his identity, and everything about him. should i actually be helping him?
"will you help me with it?" he asked pleadingly.
"m-me? i don't think i ca–"
"please?"
i feel like i have an extremely soft spot for him, especially when he pleads, i just can't seem to find any reason to reject. maybe i'm just naturally soft hearted?
he took another towel and stuffed it between his teeth. he was tensing up, which made me even more scared. i took a deep breath to calm myself down. you can do it, seongwoo.
the moment the solution came in contact with his skin, i saw him biting hard onto the towel, eyes scrunched tightly together to overcome the pain.
i felt the pain just from the sight of it, worse for him who's going through it. i held his hand, hoping it would at least give him more comfort.
as the pain gradually went away, his body loosened up and i helped him to bandage up his wound and lent him one of my oversized shirt. he was snoring away, probably too drained out from the pain.
"oh boy, how do i carry you to the room?"
☆○o。 。o○☆
i woke up to the noise of ruffling sounds from the bed. yes, i ended up sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor and offered my bed to him. it's okay, it's only one night.
3:54am, my phone flashed, what an unholy time to wake up to. i sat up lazily to check on him, "you okay?"
