Daisy a day || Miniminter FF

(Unsurprisingly) Still Brooding

| Easier - Mansionair |

                   

Simon didn't await my reply as he turned away, heading to a door opposite the small kitchen. I looked back to the boys, who were watching Simon, concerned looks on their faces. Tobi caught my gaze, and shrugged. Why was Simon in such a mood?

"Lucy!" Simon called irritably from inside the room. I scuttled forwards, slightly scared by his tone. I had never seen Simon like this before; he had only ever called me Lucy since I met him almost a year ago.

"Si?" I softly enquired as I entered the room. It was a small white bathroom with a wall to floor mirror covering one wall, reflecting my confused figure.

"Sit." Simon commanded, pointing at the edge of the bath. He had his back to me, bent over the sink as he sorted through the medical pack. I sat down, watching Simon move. He seemed extremely tense, his movements robotic.

I pressed my knees together, turning my ankles out.

"Why would you want him?" Simon asked, his voice quiet but angry.

"What?" I asked, confused.

Simon turned to me, sterile water in his hands. He kneeled before me, taking my injured hand and roughly turning it over. I winced, but said nothing.

"Why would you want him? Why did you go to him after everything he's done?" Simon repeated as he poured the cold liquid over the abrasions. I moved my boots out of the way as the water splashed down.

"I obviously didn't." I replied, gritting my teeth against the sharp sting.

Simon stood up, the warmth of his hands leaving mine cold and exposed.

"Then why were you with him?" He demanded, kneeling back down with antiseptic cream and bandages. Did he realize he'd grabbed the wrong bandages?

"Lucy." He said curtly.

"Simon, he came to me." I said as Simon took my hand again, wiping up the water roughly with toilet paper.

"Come on, mate it wasn't her fault. I'm pretty sure she wasn't there to tete-a-tete with Jackson." A new voice said from the door. Simon and I both looked up to see Tobi leaning against the doorframe. Simon reached over and shut the door on him.

"Why'd you do that?" I demanded, starting to get angry at Simon's actions.

"He was being annoying." Simon replied, throwing the wet toilet paper at the bin angrily.

"Did you realize you're being annoying?" I asked as Simon took my hand again, his larger one encasing my small hand completely. Simon didn't answer, just inspected my hand carefully.

I groaned.

"You do realize I can look after myself."

"Then how come that even happened in the first place?" Simon snarled, gripping my hand perhaps a little too tightly, his jaw clenched in anger.

"I can look after myself!" I replied angrily. Surely he could tell that from seeing the state of my hand.

"No you can't." Simon snapped.

He gripped my sore hand harder, and I gasped.

"Simon, you're hurting me." I whispered. He immediately let go of my hand as if I had shocked him.

He stood up, covering his face with his hands.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled. I looked down at my hands, where fresh blood was oozing from the small splits in the skin. I cursed under my breath, and stood up, pushing Simon out of the way. All he was doing was making me angry, embers stirring to life in my stomach.  I looked around the bench, trying to find either a gauze pad or some steri tape. I found a gauze pad, and sat back down on the bath, placing it across my bleeding knuckles. I could feel Simons' eyes on me, but I ignored him. He was being moody and irritating at the moment. I gently pressed down on the pad, and searched the floor for the strapping tape. I spotted it in between Simons' sneakers, and I reached for it, but he bet me to it. His long, narrow fingers passed it to me, and I took it from him without thanking him. I clumsily tried to attach it to one side of my hand, dragging it over the gauze. I wrapped it back around once, and then fumbled with it, trying to rip the tape.