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| Rhain|
Newt woke me up two hours before sunrise, saying he was to tired to stay up longer. Which was weird since I thought that Aris would take the watch.
Well not that it mattered I was actually awake anyway though I did sleep like hell, getting injured has its perks after all, minus the soreness I feel now.
I look around the room and see that everyone is still sound asleep, usually with the girls we would be stirring and waking up by now.
Though yesterday took a toll on us. Most of all Ceylon I think. She lies peacefully on the ground now but I can see tear stains on her cheek. It wasn't her fault, they were close anyway no matter what she did thise cranks would've been on our asses regardless. Not that she has need for that kind of comfort, but I guess the owner of the jacket has something to do with that.
I should've been that person but I feel asleep as soon as I had laid down.
"Morning" a raspy voice whispers to me, I look up to see Thomas standing over me rubbing his eyes. Immediately I feel the guilt from yesterday come back.
"Not yet" I tease when he sits next to me chuckling softly.
"Yeah not yet" he repeats rubbing his face with his hand, trying to make himself fully wake up I suppose.
"Slapping yourself usually helps people wake up"
He chuckles again looking at me with an eye brow raised "you just want to see me hitting myself" he grins when I throw up my hands in defeat.
"Ah man you totally saw through me" I try to say as serious as possible but completely fail of course.
He grins and shakes his head before looking at me, or more like he's scanning me over but not in a bad way. His eyes look soft and caring which gives me shivers somehow.
"I'm sorry" I blurted before I could stop myself.
He blinked at me his face now full of confusion "ehm sorry what?" Was his response which made me giggle. me giggle?
"I'm sorry about yesterday, I snapped while you were just being nice and I shouldn't have so eh yea sorry" I babble on. I don't why I needed to say this and even why I had trouble saying it like a normal person. I have no trouble with that wheb the others are awake.
"Don't worry" he shrugs and smiles. He looks at my arm and his smile fades. I follow his gaze to one of the bigger wounds the cranks made. And made bigger by the fall since I now see that there's glass stuck in it.
"Wait here" he mutters before he gets up. Where would I go?
He comes back with his backpack half open. He roaming around in there like it has no bottom. He makes a small triumphant sound when he finds his first aid kit. He must have picked it up at the weapons depot, I wated to do that as well but all I found were boxes with noting in them.
"What are you doing?" I ask him when he holds a small pincer in his hand and in his other a small bottle of something. I pull my arm more to myself which hurts me more than I thought. I winch and he just looks at me with an exaggerated sigh.
"Your not quick to trust huh?" He deapans shaking his head "the glass had to be taken out and the wound disinfected" he continues while just forcefully grabbing my arm. Like he can sense I was about to argue.
"I have to apologise as well" he starts picking the pieces of glass out of my arm. He hand completely steady, I barely feel a thing "I shouldn't have shot the cranks with my gun so close to you ear" he watches me as he tells this. So I was right he did fell with me.
"Don't" I start smiling at him "if it weren't for you then I might have ended up crank food".
He smiles softly at me while he gets out the last piece of glass.
"Granted, I would still have a great hearing ability but hey not very useful when your dead" I joke making us both laugh but we quickly shoosh each other vefore his face goes sour again.
"Still trouble with that?"
"Just still a high tone in my ear but its very soft, don't worry" he nods but I have the feeling he isn't really thst assured by me. Why does he care so.much anyway, I already said I didn't blame him.
He slides closer to me on leg against mine while the other is against my back. Look at him confused
"I'm not going to lie, this is going to hurt so please don't scream" he says holding up the bottle in my face. I was afraid that treating my wound would be painful in some way.
"But why sit so close" I mutter as I unconsciously pull my arm away from him making him laugh.
"Because of that, as soon as you feel the first drop you will pull away, now you can't" he says making his point clear by moving his leg around my back pushes against me. Pushing me more into him which makes my face slowly heat up
With one hand he grabs my arm and looks at me, silently asking for permission. Biting my lip I nod.
He was right as soon as the vile hits my wound I want to pull away and scream. But he holds me still and I squeeze my eyes shut. I rather have the cranks on my again than this burning feeling on my arm. Tears escape my eyes.
Thomas rubs my wound slowly trying to make it sting less. The gesture is sweet but not helpful.
After a few seconds the pain goes away and I open my eyes again looing immediately into his brown eyes again. When did we get so close, I can feel his breath hitting my face.
My eyes dart all over his face until I meet his gaze again and somehow I feel trapped, like I can't look away. Wait is he moving closer or am I?
"Morning" Emme says way to happy I loo up and ahe her standing right in front of us. Clearing our throat awkwardly we untangle from each other.
"Morning" we both mutter, making her grin even bigger.
