Double Trouble

Chapter 21 - Maroon

Thea's POV

The knock on the door confused us all, but the two boys stumbling through, covered in wounds snapped me out of my mind and I ran towards him.

Nash was on his knees, his chin dropped down to his chest and I could tell that he could pass out at any second.

Without hesitation I helped him up by his waist. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, letting me support most of his weight as I hauled him, as gently yet as fast as I could, into the bathroom.

He immediately sat down on the toilet seat and rested his body against the wall.

My hands raided every press, searching for any sort of first aid box.

I grabbed some alcohol swabs and warned him before light wiping at his wounds.

He gritted his teeth in pain and when I got to a deep wound at his right lower stomach, he groaned loudly.

I quickly dressed the main wound before moving up his chest, not wanting to look at his face. I wouldn't be able to look into his eyes when he was covered in bruises and cuts.

I finally looked to his face and wiped the blood dripping down his face from his burst lip and a cut above his brow.

The bruises had started to form, telling me that I had to hurry and finish because he has been wounded for a while now.

"Thea" his raspy voice, filled with pain called out to me.

I hummed a reply, ignoring the goose bumps that had formed at the sound of his voice.

"Please, look at me" my hand froze mid air and I sucked in a breath before slowly letting my eyes meet his.

The pain, confusion and worry were evident clearly in his eyes along with a few others I couldn't decipher.

"Are you okay?" His voice was comforting, calming some of my nerves and worries just by three words.

I don't like this. I don't like how close I am getting to him, but yet, it somehow feels, at the back of my mind, like there would be nothing better in this world than kissing him right now.

I rose a brow and a small smile took over my lips. "I think I'm supposed to be the one that asks that"

He smiled and continued to let me work in a peaceful silence.

After explaining how to keep his wounds clean to stop them getting infected and to lay low on the movement and exercise for a while, I helped him to the living room where the boys waited nervously.

The helped me lower Nash to sit on the couch and I sighed as I sat beside him, rolling my shoulder.

Nash sat quietly, faking interest at the random show that was on. All the boys stared at him questioningly and I could feel a few glances come my way.

When Kay walked in, followed closely by Gilinsky, I thought 'fuck this' before opening my mouth, which in Kay's opinion, is never a good idea.

"So are ye gonna Tell is who the fuck did this to ye?"

The tension in the room was thick. So thick I knew that the Kardashians would be pissed that their fake asses aren't as thick.

The two injured parties briefly exchanged a look before Nash spoke.

He shrugged as if it was nothing before wincing front the pain. "It was a couple guys that came onto us outside of Target"