Tracing Memories

38: S t o p F u s s i n g

The next day before I could make any plans Endou had you go along with him. Turned out, he never forgot about that game of soccer he never got the other day.

"Have fun!" I sighed and texted you. It appeared that the following day was just going to be me and my favorite book. I had to finish it sometime anyway.

I hopped up in my bed, snuggled under the blanket, while the open window gave way to a cool breeze that made it all the more comforting to hide inside the blanket. I opened the book, your note now being used as the world's most precious bookmark, and began reading.

Half an hour passed and suddenly I fell forward onto the book in my hand. Now I realized how sleepy I had begun to feel. Beating the sleepiness, I somehow got out of my bed and dragging my feet to the kitchen downstairs I finally got myself a cup of tea. As I returned to my room, suddenly on the steps of the stairs I stumbled and three things happened at that moment:

I tried to regain my balance by taking a step back and sprained my ankle.

I lost grip of the mug and it fell and broke dousing my other foot in scalding hot tea.

Somehow I stepped on the broken shards and they pierced my foot.

I rolled down the flight of stairs which luckily weren't more than two or three steps and landed on the floor. I sat up and looked at my injured feet while fighting my urge to clutch on them to numb them of the pain.

I didn't know what to do. I was immobilized and couldn't even get up to reach the couch. Just then my hand went on the pocket of my shorts and I remembered I had happened to keep my phone before I left the room.

I quickly dialed your number, I remembered it so well I could type it faster than I would fish it out of contacts. You picked up almost immediately.

"Shuuya! Can you come to my home right now?" I said as tears flowed from my eyes.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" You were worried.

"I fell." Was all I said. I didn't want to worry you anymore until you got here and assessed the situation yourself.

"I'm getting there asap!" You exclaimed and hung up.

I sat there waiting for you. The pain was subsiding a little bit but every time there was even the slightest movement, a fresh wave of it emerged and made me wince in agony all over again. Finally, after ten minutes, the wait was over and I heard the door unlock. You had used the spare key that I kept hidden near the door.

As soon as you entered, you spotted me and rushed to my side. You looked at my feet and your eyes widened. There was a patch of blood on the floor and my foot had clear second-degree burns from the tea.

You brought your hands closer to my foot to possibly examine better but before you could touch them I began screaming,

"No, no, no don't touch it! It hurts! It hurts so much."

"Kira, I just need to see how bad it is. Do we need to go to the doctor or not?" You tried to calm me down by explaining gently but I paid no heed to it and continued screaming,

"No, no, no, it hurts." I continued rambling with no signs of stopping, shaking my head to add effect to the words. You tried to calm me down a couple times but got cut off. I wasn't listening to you at all. Finally, you got annoyed,

"Kira, stop fussing! You're acting like a child!" You exclaimed, a little loudly and sternly as you held my tear-stained cheeks and made me look at you. I froze in shock and stared at you with blank eyes.

"Now let me look at it. " Your voice was gentle again as you looked at me softly. I didn't object again when you held my feet, as delicately as possible and examined the wounds. I grimaced in pain but remained quiet and endured it.

The wounds weren't deep enough to be of much concern and you bandaged them up pretty quickly. I looked at my feet in disappointment, both bandaged in different colored bandages. The left in the brown bandage for the sprain and the right in white for the cuts and burns.

"How will I get up?" I said, my mouth forming an inverted curve. The next moment I was picked up by you as I gasped and held onto you to save myself from falling.

"What are you doing?!" I exclaimed with widened eyes.

"I assume you were going upstairs before this debacle?" You smirked.

"You're going to carry me through this entire flight of stairs?" I was a little intimidated by that particular flight of stairs at that moment.

"Yes, it's easy. You weigh nothing." You chuckled. "You know I have done this before, right?" You added alluding to the time when I had fallen asleep while watching a movie with you.

I became flushed and quietly let you carry me. With each step, I flinched and tightened my grip on you for a moment only to ease up again when I found myself safe and then repeating the process again with another step. I could tell you were amused by my reaction, or more appropriately, overreaction.

My book was sprawled open on the bed. You gently put me down on the bed and then closed the book putting it aside not failing to notice how your note was still safely kept in it as I saw your lips stretch just the slightest bit in the form of a subtle smile.

I lay down and you sat on the edge, looking down at me as you pulled up the blanket on me.

"I'm sorry I ruined your game." I mumbled sadly as I reached my hand out to your cheek.

"Don't worry about it. " You said as you squeezed my hand reassuringly. 

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