Beautiful, Dirty, Rich (Monsta X Fanfiction)

Chapter Seven: Don't Touch the Art

I pushed open the door to the nurse's office. The nurse wasn't there, and the lights were off. Which means I would have to bandage myself up alone.

'Perfect,' I grumbled, rolling my eyes.

My hand skimmed the wall, searching for the light switch. I flipped on the lights to see someone was laying down in the cot. I was startled at first that I wasn't alone in the room. But I quickly rolled my eyes.

It was just Wonho.

"Really?" I grumbled, the tears now stopping as sadness was replaced with irritation, "This is how you've spent you day? Napping?"

Wonho rolled over in the cot, opening his eyes slowly to look at me.

"Oh," he muttered, voice groggy, "What are you doing here?"

The wound probably needed to be disinfected, which would hurt, but needed to be done. I walked over to the small sink, turning it on tentatively so I could run my hand under water.

I winced, my palm stinging immediately.

I toweled off my wound to find it was still bleeding.

"What happened?" Wonho asked, more awake. He sat up in the cot, watching my back.

"It doesn't matter," I replied. I didn't want to talk about it. Because as soon as I started talking about it again, I would probably start crying. Now that the tears stopped, I didn't want them to start up again.

I grabbed come paper towels, drying my hand carefully. Now that my palm was washed and dry, I turned to the nurse's station.

But my path to wasn't clear. Wonho stood right behind me, he appeared like a ghost, startling me for the second time today. I was more annoyed now that ever because he stood in my way. I didn't need Wonho to comfort me, I just needed to get my wound taken care of.

Wonho stared blankly down at my hand.

"Can you back up?" I asked bitterly, pushing past him.

I took a seat at the nurse's station, pulling open the draws in search of the necessary first aid kit. Once I located the correct drawer, I just stared blankly into it for a moment.

'I can't believe I have to do this right now,' I thought. But I quickly shook away the thoughts.

I applied a topical antibiotic, it made me cringe from the dull pain. To get this over with, I quickly placed a patch of gauze on my hand and attempted to wrap my palm. But I couldn't wrap the bandage well with one hand.

"Let me help you," Wonho said softly, taking my hand and the bandage roll carefully.

I let out a sigh, though I was thankful for the help. Wonho stared intently at my hand, wrapping it slowly and tightly. My hand looked so small and dainty compared to his. Wonho was surprisingly good at this, which made be think he had experience wrapping wounds.

After a moment of silence, Wonho spoke up again.

"So, what happened?" Wonho asked again, his voice now rather soothing.

I took a deep breath. Now felt like the best time to tell him what happened.

"Some old guys..." I hesitated, but kept talking, "Were kind of... bothering me," I paused, feeling embarrassed. I thought I was done crying, but tears started falling one again.

Wonho's face turned serious as he looked up from my now perfectly bandaged hand.

"What old guys? What did they do?" he pressed, putting a calming hand on my knee.