DICE

One condition

"On one condition"

"Which is?"

" what's you're name? "
I asked

"That's all? My name's Charlie aka the host" he said, probably relieved that's all I wanted. But if I'm gonna stop a revolution with someone I want to know there name. Pffft 'Charlie' little girly for a guy with godly powers.
"Why do they call you 'the host'?"  I asked him.
"You remember the place were we met right?the stage of bright lights you call it. That place is were people decide there next life, through a game of celebration.I'm the announcer so I guess that means I'm the host. People call me that cause they don't know my real name.i told you mine, what's your name?." Charlie responded and smiled kindly.

Makes sense

" fair enough . My name's clay. "
My name's okay I guess I never had that much of a problem with it.

"I like it! It's a pretty- Wait have you been bleeding this whole time?!" His smile faded away and was replaced with a worried expression .

Oh yeah I almost forgot.
I look down at my side to see a large red spot seeping through my white shirt. Crap. I didn't think it would bleed that bad.
But like I said

Broken glass hurts.

"How did that even happen!? Did some one do that to you!?" He questioned.

" My dad he- nevermind. I'm okay it's not that bad. " shit I almost told him about what my dad does to me.
" You're not freaking okay! " 
"Yes I am. You're making a scene sit down-"
"No!" He cut me off from talking. Rude. Charlie grabbed my hand
and pulled me up. "What are you doing?!" I asked him as he pulled me into the bathrooms.
" helping.you're bleeding and need help.so I'm helping! " he replied. Stubborn much, I told him I was fine.
"I said I was ok I can do this myself. You're so fucking stubborn." He won't leave. " let me see it" he said pointing At the large red blood stain.

I give up

He wins

I exhale. "Fine" I lift up my shirt to show of the cut on my side. The red drips down my pale skin. Creating a simple pattern that will soon be washed away.
His eyes widened a bit.
"How did this even happen!?" Charlie asked.
I'm not telling.
"Its nothing, stop asking."
He rolled his eyes a bit. "At least your letting me help"

Charlie leaned down on his knee with a wet paper towel and began to erase the red design that painted my pale skin. I tensed up a bit at the touch.
"Sorry! did that hurt?" He asked. What does he think I'm a little kid? I can handle pain. To be honest I'm not sure why I flinched though.

"I'm not a fucking wuss. It didn't hurt either so just shut up." That was a little harsh but i got the point across. He continued to clean my side up. Geez I feel like a small kid being treated like this.
Why is my face getting

Red

And

Hot?

No fucking way. Shit. Shit . No fucking way. I am NOT blushing at Charlie being this close to me.
No
No
No
"There! Better? Do you have another shirt you can wear that one's kinda-well you know -stained."

" Oh uh thanks, but like I said I could have done it myself. For my shirt I don't have anything with me. "  honestly I just really want to get out of hear.

"Here, were this for now. Better than walking around with that showing" he says as he hands he hands me his jacket. I glare at him with suspicion painted on my face.
"Whats that looks for?"
" nothing nevermind. " I put on the striped jacket.