Yeri groans in pain as I lay her down on my couch. "Where does it hurt most?!" I ask her worriedly. She slowly looks down at herself and then her cheeks become a baby pink shade. "What?" I ask curiously. "I-it's... I can take care of myself.." Yeri mumbles. She slowly tries to stand up from the couch. But immediately she falls over trying to walk forward.
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I gasp and quickly catch her before she lands on the hard floor. "No seriously sit down. I'll take care of you." I say as I make her sit down on the couch again. She sighs and obeys my orders.
I come back to her with the first aid kit in my hands. I set it down next to her and kneel down next to her to be at the same level. "Okay. So lets start with this first cut on your ankle." I say as I grab her foot and slide off her shoes and socks. Then I grab a wet wipe and wipe the leftover blood.
I notice her anxiety. She was tapping her finger on her lap and kept sighing repeatedly. I could tell she was shy and stressed out. I found it nice that I was the one taking care of her. I liked helping the girl I liked. Although the girls always chased after me in highschool. So I didn't even have to try to chase back after them.
Once I've bandage the last of her scars on her lower leg and ankles I looked to her arms. I sighed. Bruises were scattered across her skin.. so I brought a couple of ice packs and handed them. She smiles as I sit down next to her and the first aid kit still lying there.
"Thank you.." she says shyly. I nod my head. "Of course! I would love to help a pretty girl anytime.." I say before smiling at her. Immediately her eye brows raise in confusion.
"Oh? So you only helped me because you think I'm pretty?" She says putting down the ice pack. I gulp. Oh no... I said the wrong thing didn't I?
"Umm well no! That's not what I meant. I mean like, I-I well... of course it's not only because of your looks!" I try covering up the awkwardness but it only made it worse. But then she scoots closer to me. I was confused.
She slowly hovered over me on the couch. "So you think I'm pretty... but what else?" She asks teasingly. I smirk. I could see what she was doing now. She was messing with me. I could feel the bottom of her skirt lightly touch my thigh. And that's what had triggered me. I immediately fight back and push her down on the couch and hovered over her. Now I was the one who was on top and she was practically lying down.
"Ow.." she mumbles. I gasp and immediately get off as I look at her worriedly. She gulps and blushes shyly. "I'm sorry... I ruined the moment.." she mumbles. I smile. As I help her sit up I look at her. "Are you okay? Where is the spot I still haven't gotten." I say as I look at her body.
"It's just that.. uhmm.. well.. you know.. I have a spot I don't want to show you.." she mumbles. "Nonsense! Where?" I ask. Yeri sighs and finally gives in. "I'm bruised on my stomach and thighs.." she mumbles shyly. I sigh. "That's okay if you don't want to show me.. but you've got to recover properly. And those aren't exactly private parts. So you'll be fine." I say with a reassuring smile.
