My eyes shot open and the first thing I felt was a slight sharp pain on the side of my temple. I didn't want to move, I didn't want to know just how much it'll hurt if I did.
I darted my eyes to my right and I realised I was alone in bed. But it sure has hell looked like Leo had been sleeping on it. I don't know why but for some reason, just the thought of that made my heart flutter. And it was frustrating. I only met this guy for a few days. But why does it feel like I've known him for years?
I didn't want to stay in bed the whole day either. Dammit. I threw my arm over my eyes and just sort of laid there and just tried to convince myself to get the fuck up. I slowly reached for my wound and felt the bandage instead.
My heart skipped a beat when I heard a crash from outside and I sat up on the bed so fast, it felt like someone was scrapping my brain with a dagger.
"Ffffffuck." I hissed and held onto my head with both hands. Dear god how did I not feel this hell of a wound yesterday?
The pain slowly subsided and somehow, I managed to pull myself out of bed, using whatever I could reach for as support.
I was half way out the room when a metal bowl came rolling out of the kitchen. Leo came running after it, cussing to himself. He had an apron on and he resembled my mum for a moment there. I stifled a laugh.
He stopped in his tracks when he caught a glimpse of me and his mouth dropped.
"Hi." I said softly.
"Hi." he blinked. "You're awake."
My eyes drifted to his apron and I looked at it questioningly.
"Oh, this?" he removed the apron and chucked it to one side.
"Uh, I was just.." he glanced at the kitchenette. "Just doing something."
"That smells good." I smiled and shuffled into the kitchennette. He followed me behind.
The place was an absolute mess. Pans and pots were everywhere, vegetable slices were on the floor, salt was literally sprinkled all over the counters. When I said he cooked like a blind person, I wasn't kidding. I made it to the stove and peeked into the pot.
"I thought you said you didn't cook?"
"I don't."
"It sure looks like cooking to me. You made pasta?"
He turned into the cutest shade of red. "Yeah, so?"
Yeah, I wondered where that ego went. I wanted to laugh. I've never seen Leo embarrassed.
"So..." I pointed to his wound, that was now covered with a black tshirt. "How is it? does it still hurt?"
"Uh no, no it's fine. It's healing. And how's that?" he pointed to my head.
"Yeah about that, how did that even get there?"
"You must've hit your head on something when you dived back into the trailer. You know, after doing that stupid thing you did." He emphasised on the word 'stupid' and I scowled at him.
"Hey if it weren't for me you would've bled to death."
"Yeah? well you could have just get the kit right after the bombing shit was over instead of risking your life like that. That was just dumb, Arden."
"How the hell would I know that it'll be over after the 3rd one?"
"Well I told you to stop and-" He sighed. "Just forget about it okay? Jeez what's with us and always getting on each other's nerves all the time?"
