Hide And Go Seek

Twenty one

         T W E N T Y   O N E

He’s heavy – big time heavy. I feel sick to my core, just because he’s hurt. It’s not just a little wound, a small cut – it’s deep and blood keeps spurting everywhere. 

I keep my hand pressed to his stomach, trying my darn hardest to stem the blood flow.

‘You’re going to be okay, alright?’ I look at him.

His skin is almost grey with a sheen of sweat that taints it green. His eyes are slightly glazed over.

‘We’re nearly at your house, okay? Nearly there. Stay with me,’ I whisper fiercely; my heart still thumping loud and painfully in my chest.

‘Okay...’ He breathes.

But his voice is faint, still so weak. We’re only a few feet away from his front door. As we reach it, I lean him gently against the wall. He closes his eyes, swaying slightly.

‘Where’s your keys?’

‘Pocket...’ He breathes.

When he makes no move to get the key out, I reach my hand into his pocket and pull out a set of keys. It takes three attempts before I find the right key that unlocks.

One more, I’m holding him up as we stumble through. One inside, I lie him down on the couch. He coughs and shakes his head slightly, almost nodding off.

‘Hey, stay awake.’ 

I press my hand to his forehead – his skin is burning. He lets out a sigh and reaches a clumsy hand up to press his hand to mine, keeping it there.

‘Your hand is so cold... it’s nice.’

I reach my other hand up to press it against his cheek. I frown, feeling a crease between my eyebrows. 

‘I have to get something to stop the blood,’ I whisper.

I pull away, trying to ignore the guilt I feel when he protests weakly.

Within a few moments, I have something stopping the flow of blood, a bunched of piece of material. His eyes keep sliding shut and I struggle to keep him awake.

Lifting his shirt up, I wrap a bandage around and around his torso. I can clean the wound properly later – being a Werewolf he should heal quicker than a human, even with it being silver.

I can’t help my relief that he’s alright, he’s fine... I find myself running my fingers through his dark hair, watching the shifting beneath his closed eyes.

I can still feel that trembling fear inside my gut, that fear that he’d been hurt – and bad. Looking down at him, my fingers still in his hair – which is incredibly soft – I can’t believe how attached I’ve grown... to a bloody Werewolf.

With a heavy sigh, feeling my eyes beginning to stick, I lean down and press a kiss to his forehead before putting my arms around him and lying down next to him. His body heat making me feel tired - exhaustion washes over me and I close my eyes.

...

I wake with my leg wrapped around him and his face buried in my neck, arms around me – squishing me against him.

I blink sluggishly, my fingers moving through the silkiness of his hair. He moans in his sleep and I snap to attention, remember where I am.

I try to jerk away but his arms tighten around me. With a sigh and a noise of effort, I manage to detangle myself from him and end up falling on the floor.

His head shoots up, one eye stuck together, the other tainted red. ‘Uh?’ He groans.

I climb to my feet slowly. ‘Are you okay?’

‘Mmhhm... I’ve felt better.’ 

He sits upright, trying to blink. I stand there a little awkwardly, still a little sleepy – and needing coffee. 

‘Are you sure? Does your wound hurt?’

‘Wound?’ He asks sounding confused.

He flips onto his back and lifts his shirt, revealing a tanned, toned torso – and a scabbed over wound. My mouth drops open and I fall to my knees, pushing his shirt back up when he tries to drop it. Then I look at him. He raises his eyebrows.

‘You’re better!’ I splutter.

‘Well... yeah.’

‘How? It was pure silver!’ I cry.

He shrugs. ‘Blue-Bloods heal even faster than ordinary Werewolves. ‘

I sit back on my heels. ‘Well, you know what they say – you learn something new every day!’

‘And check out where you got me.’ He grins, lifting his shirt up higher, showing a faint scar across his chest.

I pull a face. ‘I didn’t know you were trying to help me.’

He shrugs, grinning slightly. ‘Of course not. You’re just like most Seekers – attack first, ask questions later.’

I roll my eyes and stand up one again. ‘Are you going to make me coffee or am I leaving?’