Chapter Fourteen | Mans Best Friend

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I'm so sorry for not updating yesterday. Last night was really bad, and today been awful as well.

Thank you sm for 500 reads <33

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Tyler had dropped you off inside Arya's medical tent. He left without a word, and it disappointed you that you didn't get to hear him say see you later. But you were still angry about earlier.

Arya helped move you to a seat to get the weight off of your ankle. She lifted your leg onto a table, inspecting the skin that was beginning to bruise in splotches of blue and purple. "So, how did this happen?" She asked, glancing up at you briefly.

You bit your lip, feeling embarrassed. "I uh, I tripped." You lied, somewhat. She didn't question you any further, though it was clear she had felt the tension between Tyler and you.

The tall, dark-haired nurse walked over to a dresser. She bent down to open a drawer where she then pulled out a wad of bandage. "Well fortunately it's not broken. However, you did sprain your ankle slightly, but it should heal in just a matter of days." She smiled. "Lift up your leg, please."

As she wrapped up your ankle, you grimaced slightly, but ignored the subtle pain and focused on the emotional damage you had been dealing with the past few days.

"Why won't you tell me what's going on, Tyler?"

Tyler hiked up the mountain, supporting your weight and holding you close with gentle care. "You'll know in due time."

What the hell does that mean? You asked yourself out of confusion, your face screwed up in a perplexed frown. Tyler was hiding something. Not just from you, but from everyone, and you were anxious to find out what.

"That's not too tight, is it?" You shook your head. "Good. I'll go get you some ice to help with the throbbing. Just yell if you need anything, okay?" After that she left, and returned about a minute or two later. She handed you a small pack of ice and you held it against the area that hurt the most. It stung like an icy burn against the contused skin.

A girl entered. She was of a darker complexion, her skin smooth and brown like a hazelnut paste. Her hair was jet black and so silky, you were tempted to run your fingers through it if she grew closer. It ran straight down and ended a little past her shoulders. She wore a tube top and a bomber jacket, both of which were black, and baggy camouflage pants that she pulled off well. A yellow bandana sat around her neck. 

"Is it Clancy again?" Arya asked, turning around to face the girl.

"Mhm." She stepped inside, "The kid won't shut it about his damn stomach ache."

"I'll have some ginger tea prepared in just a few." Arya messed around with some things on her desk before making her way to the tent entrance. "I'll be gone for only a moment, so stay put."

Once Arya had left once again, the girl directed her attention to you. "What happened to you?" She nodded to your patched up ankle.

"Oh, I.." You pondered for a moment, wondering if you should use the same excuse as before or not. "I just fell. Nothing serious."

You noticed the grin on her face, but she held back a laugh. "Shit, really? You must be a real klutz then, huh?"

She wasn't exactly wrong, but you still felt foolish and embarrassed. "Er, yeah, I guess so." You stared down into your lap with a frown upon your lips. The girl seemed to noticed this.

"What's wrong?" She asked, eyeing you suspiciously but there was also sympathy in her gaze.

"What?" You blinked up at her after zoning out into your thoughts briefly. "Oh, nothing. It's just.." You pursed your lips, then pretended to wince. "My leg just really hurts."

She stared at you for a moment longer, and you were convinced she saw right through your lie. A smirk peeked through her lips all of a sudden and she moved from her spot. "I know the perfect thing that will cheer you up-". You could then hear shouting from outside. "Rebel! C'mere girl!"

Seconds later, a furry creature stormed inside, panting heavily. They wore a thick tan coat, bright blue eyes, and a bandana of their own. However, theirs was red. The animal was extremely large- bigger than you ever imagined a dog to be. They strode up to you and sniffed curiously. You reached out with a hesitant hand, and pet the dog's head softly. They responded happily, and you scratched behind their ears. You gazed in awe at those big, yellow fangs. I'd hate to be bit by those massive jaws.

"Rebel seems to like you." The girl smiled from afar, hands tucked away in her coat pockets. "Don't worry, she don't bite. She'd never hurt anyone unless I told her to."

You looked at the animal with wondrous eyes. You had never seen a dog in person before. Animals made people happy, therefore family pets weren't allowed in DEMA. Any pets found were to be terminated immediately. Rebel looked up at you. Her features looked so- wild. "Are you sure she's a dog?"

"Nah." The girl answered casually. She came up to groom her companion with friendly hands. "I found her all alone and separated from her pack ages ago. I just tell people she's my dog 'cause it seems to scare them less." She glanced up at you with a mischievous grin, and you laughed softly in response.

"Ah, i'm sorry I took so long!" Arya came rushing in with a thermos in her hands. She handed the cup over to the girl. "Nice and warm. Make sure Clancy drinks it all, okay? And please come and tell me how he is feeling later, that way I'll know if he needs more."

"Aight, thanks doc." She stood up, "What's your name, kid?"

"Y/N."

"Sweet, i'm Blake." She looked down at her pooch who wagged her tail back and forth. "Don't be impolite, Rebel. Say goodbye to your new friend." The animal gave you a quick lick just under your ear, and you giggled at the ticklish feeling.

"Goodbye, Rebel. It was nice meeting you." Your gave the dog one last pet before the two padded away.

Blake waved to you with a smile. "I'll see you around, klutz."

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ehhh this is bad imsosorry

also there are a lot of chlorine references in here (and even one vine reference) so if you find them you get a gold star ^^

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