Don't Be Scared

S.1 E.13 ~ Doctor of the Dead (Ch. 101)

"Could you please hurry up?" Murphy groaned as he grew impatient by the second.

"I'm going as fast as it takes to undress two people." I spoke back, walking all of my bundled clothing over to the cleansing bin.

"You wanna bet?"

"Shut up, Murphy." Warren released the warning, not having to even turn her head to know he was going to obey her.

I don't think anyone is bold enough to mess with Warren. I walked back over to Cassandra, red still caressing my (S/C) skin. Let's get this over with. The sooner I get her undressed, the sooner I can have some dignity back from that cleansing bin.

I picked up the rest of Cassandra's clothes from the cool floor, throwing them over in the bin before returning to her. Less things to have to carry in my arms. 

"10K, she may need your help." Cassandra muttered loud enough for the boy to hear her.

Her voice sounds like it's getting worse. We've done used all of our water supply. I choked, audibly, on her words as my eyes went wider than a deer looking head-on at headlights. What the fuck is she doing?

"Wh-What? No, no. I can do it on my own."

"You have stitches." She reminded me before breathing in the fresh air.

I shook my head as I knelt down beside her sitting form.

"I can do it." I tried to assure her once more, but the shadow on the other side of Cassandra told me 10K wasn't listening to my refusal.

Shit, shit. Okay, act cool. I cleared my throat from whatever was making it feel tight, wrapping an arm around Cassandra's back. He's only helping. I felt 10K slide his warm arm above mine as his hand went to cover her ribcage. 

A draft in the room sent chills down my spine while goosebumps rose to the occasion. You're fine; you're naked and fine. My eyes only lifted higher when I felt the sharpness of his fingernails graze the side of my own ribs.

I held my breath as to not make any unwanted noises or squeals. Together, we lifted Cassandra off of the floor. I'm not going to lie, it was mainly him pulling up on her. I tried, but he already had the weight I was suppose to be lifting.

She leaned more towards my body, pressing 10K's fingers flush against the middle of my ribs. Not only was holding my breath turning my face red, but the fact I had a male touching me somewhere intimate.

It may not be intimate to most people, but for me? It's like my first kiss. 

"I-I got it." I said a little too quickly and a little too high-pitched.

The welcoming touch of his fingers rubbed against my skin as if he was intentionally trying to burn me with only his touch. I refused to look anywhere but the amazing clean, white floor of this lab as his existence ceased to breathe the same area as us.

Cassandra and I wobbled over to stand in between 10K and Doc. The sharp shooter was on my left, standing his full, slim height while Doc was on Cassandra's right. 

"I'm going to let go of you, okay?"

I watched as her mouth stayed shut while the brown strands on her head wiggled, reassuring me she could handle some stability in my absence. I let go of her waist, watching her body language for any signs she was about to tip over like a toddler.

I took two, hesitant, steps over to my left, away from her form.

"Cassandra, you okay?" Warren asked once I got settled four steps away from her.