This May Hurt (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 35

We finally reach the nurses office after the agonizing minutes of dragging Stiles' heavy body. He may be small, but my tiny physique is not supposed to carry a boy such as himself.

I quickly let ourselves in, frantically searching the tiny office for the the nurse. My eyebrows furrow together when I realize she is not here.

"Dammit!", I yell in exhaustion. "You know you could help me! I can't keep holding you!", I whine.

"Oh, ok.", he says and untangles himself from me, walking to one of the nursing cots and takes a seat.

My eyes narrow and I have to control myself from walking over there and slapping him.

"Are you telling me you could walk on your own the whole time?", I say coldly at me.

He smirks at me. "I never said I couldn't walk. Ethan never touched my legs. But I just wanted to see if you could actually lug me all the way over here.", he says while chuckling to himself.

"You are so lucky you are hurt right now because I could just kick you square in the balls right now.", I growl at him. He closes his legs quickly, fear and anticipation full in his eyes. Now it is my turn to smirk. I begin to walk over to him.

"Oh come on! I'm sorry! It was a joke!", he screams, covering his lower region with his hands.

I laugh at him. One minute he can be a sneaky, conniving teen and the next a scared, timid little boy.

"I'm not going to hurt you, god. I'm just trying to help clean you up.", I assure him, giggling at his scared feature.

"Oh." I watch him slowly relax and give me a small smile.

I take his chin in my small hands, turning it side to side, examining his bruised face. From the looks of it, it's already beginning to swell. Even his eye is starting to black. At least his nose stopped bleeding, but still. Just looking at his face makes me want to go over there and rip Ethan's balls right out of their sack.

"Is it bad?", Stiles asks me once I've examined for what seems like eternity.

"Some ice, ointment, and pain medication should help.", I say as I walk over to the nurses station, gathering all the things I needed to fix him up.

"Wait, what are you doing?"

"Fixing you up of course."

"Shouldn't we wait for the nurse though? I don't think she'd like you poking around in her stuff. I don't even think it's legal."

I laugh at him. "Well you can either let me clean you up or you can sit there and soak in your pain."

He thinks over my statement and finally nods his head.

I go straight to work, starting off with washing away all the dirt from his face and arms. I try my hardest to be as light and gentle as possible. I don't need to give him anymore pain than he is already in. I feel his eyes follow me while I work, watching my every move. It was part nerve-wrecking, but in a way reassuring having him watch me this. Like he was putting his life in my hands, but he trusted me with it.

"Now this is going to hurt, so if you're a screaming, please bite your arm or something.", I tell him as I pour some rubbing alcohol onto a piece of cotton.

"Do you actually have to you use that?", he complains.

"Well, you have all these cuts and I'd rather them not get infected. How do you even have them in the first place?"

"He had a ring on. Stupid asshole."

I chuckle at his little remark, not like I don't agree with him or anything.