|1.1| Bulletproof Plan✓

X | Split Attack

You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.

-Dr. Seuss

X | SPLIT ATTACK

"Eww, dude what happened to your face?" Was definitely the wrong thing to say as I soon regretted it, Reece giving me a glare. I cleared my throat, "I mean, oh my gosh, what happened to your face?" I tried, still not sounding at all sympathetic. "Wait, let me try again, one last tim--," before I could respond, Reece angrily punched his steering wheel, his face displaying his anger and agitation. I jumped slightly, due to his sudden action. I definitely said the wrong thing.

"Violetta," he used my full name this time, "just - just please shut up," he almost whispered. I closed my mouth, not wanting to ruin the situation and stared straight ahead. I pushed some of my hair behind my ear, fidgeting due to the now awkward silence. I sighed, feeling very much so guilty with what I had said. I hate how I spoke before thinking in very serious situations from time to time, it was one of my greatest flaws.

"Come on," I spoke, "let's go get you cleaned up. You should have tended to those wounds as soon as possible," I slightly scolded. He didn't object as he simply nodded, making our way to my house after leaving the car.

"Oh my - Reece are you okay?" Ronnie asked as she and Chase made their way towards our direction, not having left after I went straight to Reece's car.

"Yeah, what happened?" Chase inquired.

Reece looked slightly uncomfortable at their questions, so I stepped in, "um, guys, why don't you head over to my living room and I'll meet you there later. I'm just going to help Reece with his wounds," I told, trying to distract the attention from Reece. They both nodded as I opened the front door.

"Come on," I said gently, taking Reece's hand and bringing him upstairs to the bathroom. I pushed open the bathroom door and sat him down on the edge of the bathtub. I pulled out the first aid kit from the cabinet below the sink.

"I can take care of myself you know," he said stubbornly as I turned to him with the kit in hand.

"Well, from the look of it, it almost looks infected since you didn't attend to it as soon as possible. So right now, no I don't think you can take care of yourself." I grabbed some cotton wool and wet it with disinfectant.

I knelt between his thighs and faced him, "tell me when I am putting too much pressure on it, okay?" He slowly nodded. I pressed the cotton wool gently on his swollen black eye.

It genuinely annoyed me how he hadn't treated to this quickly and especially not even bothered to do anything about it, not even put some ice on it - I could tell from the colour and size of the swelling. It made me question if this was possibly the first time he has done such a thing that involved him to get brutally injured on the face.

"Shit," he cursed as I must have pressed on a particularly sore bit.

"Sorry," I apologised, patting the cotton wool even more gently on his swelling this time. I removed the ointment cream from the first aid box and gently applied it to the wound. From my peripheral sight, I could see how Reece watched me intently throughout the time I helped heal his wounds. I gently blew on his eye. My mother used to do this to me whenever I got injuries, which were a lot, considering I was very clumsy as a child. She would also kiss the area as well, but that would have been really awkward if I had done that to Reece.

I got another cotton wool piece and wet it with the disinfectant, this time applying it to his busted, cracked lips. I cleared my throat due to the awkward atmosphere and got the ointment and applied a small amount of it onto my finger, placing it gently onto Reece's lip. He didn't say a single word at all throughout. Just when I was about to blow on his lips, his hand moved quickly, grabbing onto my wrist. "Stop," he insisted. I looked up to him and nodded as he got up from the edge, manoeuvring around me. "Thanks," he said quietly. If I wasn't near him, I probably wouldn't have heard him. He left the bathroom and went down the stairs fairly hurriedly.