roommates | darkiplier

Chapter 14

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After the shower, Mark helped apply the antiseptic cream to my burn which stung a whole hell of a lot. We let it sit for a good few moments before Mark started bandaging it with some gauze the paramedics supplied us with. We sat on the couch as I watched some random tv show while Mark was doing all the work. Kudos to him for actually putting up with my shit.

"Hey, so..." I whistled. "...uhh....my arm's feeling fine. Feeling great actually." Mark wasn't taking it as he snorted with little empathy.

I tried again. "I think I'm ready to go back to the gym. When can I go with you next?" It hasn't even been a day since my injury, but I was so eager to not let it bring me down.

He gave me the most ridiculous look. "Definitely not today. Not tomorrow either nor the next day or the following day soooo..." He tapped his chin. Whenever that burn is no longer a problem for you."

It was worth a shot to try a third time to reason with him. Third time's a charm, right? "But-"

"I've heard your excuse before," Well there goes all my hope for convincing him. "'But I have high pain tolerance.' You can't ignore the fact that your burn will get worse if you work it, despite ignoring the pain."

I hated when he was right.

"Yes you can tolerate a lot of pain, but having a high tolerance doesn't mean you don't feel any pain. You still do and your body will still be affected by it."

That hit me right in the heart. He was right, as always. I should've listened to him more.

"Booo!" I shouted and gave him a thumbs down with my abled arm. "Whatever. I'll follow your orders."

"...smartass." I muttered.

"I'll take that as a compliment." Mark grumbled as he finished up with the last roll of gauze.

"I mean I didn't want it to be a compliment, but I guess you'll do whatever to boost your ego." My kind heart throbbed the moment I said that. I instantly took what I said back. "I'm joking by the way."

He laughed softly. "I know, Edith. I've heard plenty of those jokes. Instead of worrying about me getting butthurt- which I'm not so don't feel bad- I guess you could work on your left arm for the time being."

"Hey, that's actually not a bad idea. And I was ready for you to say something else. Maybe I can try to be ambidextrous. Yeah! That would be great!"

   "Ahuh. When you do achieve the great ambidextrous, I'd be more than happy if you could give me a few tips and tricks. Don't push yourself though." He stood up from the couch and made his way to his room. He was probably getting a bag ready for the gym. Without me, sadly.

   "What else am I supposed to do? Pull myself?" I shouted from the couch, touching at my bandage.

   "Uhh...yes? Yes. Wait...no..?" I twisted my head around to see Mark's head popping out of the doorway, that confused look on his face just as priceless as ever.

   Lightly, I chuckled. "You look funny when you're confused. Anyways, shoo. Go get ready for the gym. Let me have the house to myself for once."

   "You do have it to yourself most of the time." He retorted, going back into his room. "You sure you'll be fine on your own though? I don't want you to hurt yourself while I'm gone." He interrogated as he stepped out of his room with his gym bag slung over his shoulder.

"If I get hurt, I get hurt." I shrugged my shoulders with a sigh. "You're always on my tail about everything now. Just because I've got a silly little injury doesn't mean you need to be my doctor. Body guard? What's the right word?"