Mike Wheeler x Reader

Part Five

Sup y'alls sorry that it's jus been Mike's P.O.V. for a while.......... anyways heres anotha chapter

btw bruhs this chapters gonna get really spicy just so yah know

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Mike's P.O.V.

          We stepped into my house, expecting to meet my mother inside. Luckily - very luckily - she wasn't home.

          "Thank God." I said, once I was absolutely sure the house was empty. I ran upstairs and she slowly followed.

          "You can, uh, hang out in my room for a sec." I said, pointing to my bedroom, as she had never been up here before, so she wouldn't have known where it was.

          "Thanks." She said.

          "No problem."

          We had a first aid kit in the bathroom cabinet. I rummaged around for a bit before finding it.

          "Got it!" I yelled. I walked into my room and she was lying on my bed.

          "Nice room." She said as I walked in.

          "Th-Thanks." I said back. I wanted to jump onto the bed with her and lay around. I wanted to kiss her and hug her. But I didn't. She was probably still really upset, (even though she wasn't showing it) and I didn't want to scare her. She probably wouldn't let me anyways. We'd only kissed three times, one of which was a dare, and we were both so shy. I liked her. So much. I just didn't think that she liked me as much as I liked her.

          I spread the kit out on my dresser. I took some antibacterial cream and a large band aid out, even though it probably wouldn't do much to help.

          "You should probably wash out the wound first." I said, "The bathroom is down the hall to the right." I gestured to my door. "Here you go," I said, holding out the cream and the band aid.

          There was a lengthy pause.

          "Uhh, Mike?" She said questioningly, lifting her head to look at me.

          "Yeah?"

          "I'm kind of... Afraid of blood... It sounds stupid but I'm pretty sure that if I even look at this cut," She pointed to her side, "I'm going to throw up."

          "Oh, uh, okay. Lemme just..." I looked down at the items in my hand, "I'll be right back."

          I came back into the room after retrieving a towel and soaking it in water. She sat up on the bed and looked away. She didn't make any movement. I thought she was waiting for me to start, so I leaned in and cautiously lifted up her shirt a small amount, and then some more, until it exposed the cut. I heard her sharply inhale, very quietly. Shit! She's probably wicked uncomfortable. She hadn't let me lift up her shirt (myself) earlier, so what made me think that she'd let me now? I'm so stupid...

          "S-S-Sorry!" I stuttered as I looked up at her, "I th-thought you were g-giving me the okay - to lift your shirt up I mean -because you were sitting still and-"

          "Mike, it's okay." She said in a small voice, cutting me off.

          "Oh um, right." I said, looking back at her cut. I may have overreacted a bit. "Okay so... This might... sting? A little bit?" I said uncertainly.