Purple - Yata Misaki Love Story

Part 50

I coughed as I collapsed on the couch, Yata ran back over to me from the kitchen with the first aid kit in hand. 
"Fuck, Yuri, why didn't you call me?!" He began, eyes scanning the wounds and blood on my clothes. 
"I handled it." I huffed, not looking at him. 
"Barely." He retorted, and I took his angry tone. I knew he was no doubt beyond worried about me, the fear that must have ran through his veins upon seeing me beat up and bleeding... I couldn't, and didn't, want to imagine seeing him like that.
I watched him as he got everything ready, studying the blush on his features when he pulled up my shirt to get to the wound on my side. I got so lost just looking at his beautiful features, that when he pressed the cloth with the peroxide on it, I gasped hard, crying out my hands flew to grab onto his wrist. 
"Ow!" I groaned, gripping onto his wrist as hard as I could. 
"S-sorry." Yata began, though we both knew that this had to be done. 
I groaned, this would probably be the worst part, my arm and knee would hopefully be easier to bear. 

When we were finally finished, Yata cradled my completely exhausted body to his as I explained to Rikio and him what happened and how those people were after Anna. It was hard to believe, that a life that we thought was getting better was now getting worse again. How can the three of us, a weakened and completely outnumbered clan, face off against the army of Green clan members - all connected virtually?
Simple, we don't. I told myself, shutting my eyes and leaning farther into Yata's warmth. 
"Bullshit. Why the hell would they want Anna's strain powers?" Yata asked. 
"I don't know... maybe... they're looking for someone?" Rikio suggested, catching Yata's attention. 
"Who the fuck would they be looking for?" He scoffed. 
Who's not here that's not dead, is the better question.