Daily Battles

Part 3

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***day 13***

After the last encounter you decide he's probably not all bad, just really frustrating. So you come down a few more times despite everything inside you saying not to. That he's going to leave any day now.

You don't know why this thought makes you feel lonely. Maybe it's because of the constant storms that have been going on the last few days.

Once again your out, although it is not on your own violation. A half drowned rat, crept into the house looking for scraps, and found some. You stumble upon it while going to make sure sure your food supply hasn't become soggy. At first all you could see was the total destruction of the small room, but then your eyes land on it; In the corner of the pantry, a giant soaked rat,— the second its eyes meet yours, they widen in a wild hungry way. The rat stalked forward, whiskers twitching, and teeth clicking. Not wasting a single moment you run.

Through the walls, and over the wires of the house it gives chase. You pump your legs as hard as you can taking every turn and shortcut you can to lose it, but it keeps the pursuit. After squeezing through your third hole you begin to tire, and after feeling a burst of hot breath at you back, you decide to risk it. Taking a sharp left, you head for the counter. Practically leaping through the hole, you yell out desperately, hoping he'll hear you over the thunder and drumming rain.

"Please! James help me!!" As you leap out the hole you slide slightly, and have to scramble to regain your footing. In that small handful of wasted seconds, the rat gains enough on you to tackle you. The two of you roll, till he pins you down and bites your leg.

You scream as his teeth dig into your leg, blood spills out as the rat wrenches his jaw down. Tears spill freely from your face as you sob in pain, unable to fight back.

But then the bedroom door bursts open, and James comes stomping over. Taking one look at the human, the rat drops your leg in fear, dashing to make its get away. Before it takes even three steps to the hole, james has it in his metal hand, crushing the life out of it.

A beat passes, and the rat flops over limp.

Tossing its body aside James bends down to take a look at your crying form. "Hey, hey half pint.. it's going to be ok." He murmurs, before running off, and returning with a metal box.

He flips the lid open and pulls out a wad of white cloth. "Ok half pint, stay with me. We're going to stop the bleeding. I'm going to ask you to hold it right here. You got that?" He asks you his voice low. You nod and grab the cloth.

"Thank you, just keep it there." For a few minutes you hold it there staunching the flow, but then you begin to feel weak and shaky. Your grip slides on your leg as you slump over.

James is on you in an instant. "Hey, hey, hey, hey! Come on half pint don't collaspe on me." He curls his hand around, tapping your face lightly to keep you awake. He rifles through the box with his free arm, and pulls out a small square paper. Ripping it open with his teeth, he takes out a wet napkin.

"I think, we can clean it up. Then I can see what we're dealing with." His hand shifts around you in such a way that you can't move, making you panic a little.

"Brace yourself half pint—this is an alcohol wipe. It's going to sting." He rubs the wipe on your leg and instantly you try to yank your leg away. You squirm, and groan under the cold burning sensation in your leg, but you can barely move in his grip. You think about the rat and your anxiety spikes ten fold, your breathing becoming rapid.

"I'm sorry half pint. Hold on. Take some slow breaths for me."

Your tey not to flinch, or fight to much, and instead focus on your breathing— though it's hard to do. Soon he pulls it away, revealing two deep teeth marks in your leg that will probably scar.

"Ok, ok, were done." He says, releasing you. You lay flat on your back your vision swimming. Whether from pain, or blood loss you don't know, but while your distracted, he takes the opportunity to wrap your leg up. Suprisingly his big fingers work nimbly around you, tying it securely within only a few minutes.

"Ok half pint, you're done." Sitting up dizzily, you grab your leg, making yourself hiss. James snorts. "What the hell half pint? Be careful!" He stresses. You bite your lip embaressed, and try to stand up.

"Here let me—"

"I got it! I'm fine." You cut in tiredly. Rolling to your side makes a shot of pain shoot through your leg, but you bite your tongue, and attempt to stand up.

"Here half pint," he holds his finger out for you to grab, which you do. The next thing you know your being scooped up. "you probably shouldn't walk on that for awhile."

"Hey! Put me down!" You object. "I can walk just fine thank you very much!"

James smirks and shrugs. "Alright half pint," he yields. "Let's see what you got." He lowers you down, to let you slide off his hand. Holding to the tip of his finger for support, you push away and take a step.

In a painful yelp you crumble, but james fingers wrap around you. "Alright your done for the day."

"Wait! Let me try again!"

He shakes his head. "No can do. You need to get some rest, ease up a little." He says taking you to the couch.

Settling you on the pillow he flips on the tv. "What do you want to watch?"

Your struggling to keep from sinking into the old pillow, and can't think of an answer. "Um...I don't know..." You push yourself up, and out on your hands, but whatever ground you gain just sinks under your weight. "— a little help! Please?" You break down and ask.

"Sure." James answers, watching you for a second more before pulling you out. "I was wondering when you were gonna ask." He grins cheekily.

You glare at him from the fist he holds you in. "You're a jerk you know that?"

He just laughs, and places you on his wadded up jacket in the corner of the couch. Suddenly the tv shuts off, along with the lights. Your encased in total darkness.

"I think we lost power." He says.

"I think you just stated the obvious!" You snap.

He chuckles, a flash of lightning lights up the room. "Don't move half pint I'll go find a flashlight or something."

You cross your arms, and press yourself deeper into his jacket, grumbling about bad jokes and broken limbs.

A match scrapes across a box, James grin is the first thing you see when he lights a dusty candle he finds.

"Good news half pint." He says coming over, and placing the candle on the side table next to your couch corner. "It's mountain forest scented."

You gaze at the flickering flame for a moment. "Isn't that a fire hazard, what if we both fall asleep, and we don't blow it out?"

"I'm not going to bed half pint."

"Huh?"

The corners of his mouth turn down slightly. "I'm going to watch the rain. You get some sleep ok?"

You pull a sleeve flap over yourself. "Fine, suit yourself. Um, goodnight then."

"....Goodnight (Y/N)."

You bolt upright. "Hey you said my name!"

James cocks his head to the side. "Did I?" He reaches over and ruffles your hair. "Guess I did half pint."

You scowl, and roll over falling asleep.