Sweet Nuthin (A 1D Fanfic)

Chapter 5:

Wash The Pain Away

He wasted no time checking me out. I sat on the worn out faded red stool. Of course I knew what it looked like! I had gotten my shots and gotten my many sicknesses treated here. I wished I could see myself because I was pretty sure I looked like a girl who had gotten run over by a automobile. I sucked in a breath. Mr.Wikes had gone to get his materials. The door then suddenly creaked open and I raised my head.

"How are you doin'?" Dr.Wikes said. Honestly? I was emotionally sad and hurting not physically.

"Okey." I said, my voice raspy and weak.

"Good. So what I'm goin' to do is take a look at your eyes for a minute." He said, his voice strong and sure. All I did was nod and then I felt his warm fingers touch the area of my eye. He held one hand to the top of my eye and the other to the bottom. I squirmed because I wanted to see again so badly. I silently prayed that I would be okay.

"It doesn't look too severe." He replied a few minutes later after poking and prodding. I only nodded. I felt the air shift around me. He had probably stood. A hand touched my shoulder and I jumped slightly.

"Come on." I heard Dr.Wikes say gently. He pushed my back and guided me across the small examination room. Once we stood in the hall I knew where to go. Exactly. I pushed my way to the front counter. A strong arm linked with mine. I knew it was Li.

"So how'd it go?" He said. WHY DID HIS VOICE HAVE TO BE SO SEXY?

"Not bad! He said it's not that severe." I said with relief in my voice.

"I'm glad. I'm so sorry for what happened. It's my fault." He said. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was on the verge of tears. I found his cheek and pressed my lips against it softly.

"It's okay Li. You didn't know." I said once I had pulled away.

"But I feel horrible. You're too nice for this." He said. I moved my hand to his shoulder and felt the shirt he wore. It was soft.

"Don't worry Li. I'm A okay." I said back. But it really wasn't because I felt the tears and before I could stop them from coming, they had already taken over and streaked my face. He pulled me to him for the second time that day and rested my head against his shirt and wished his embrace could wash away the pain.