Subject A.S.H

Chapter 7

Recap:

Lockdown? For certain reasons? During the afternoon? What kind of reason would require the lab to go on an early lockdown?

I felt a sharp gush of wind, and then something on my shoulder. I turned around to scream, but stopped when I saw the person in front of me.

What in the world was Ash doing in my room?

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"Ash? What are you doing in my room? You scared the hell out of me?" 

He just looked at me

He just looked at me? Oh yeah, he can't talk or understand me, otherwise I'd use a badminton racket to give him a butt whooping. 

"How d'you get in my room?" I glanced at the door behind me, but it was closed. So was the window.

He gave me a sympathetic look (for what exactly) and advanced towards me slowly, and wrapped his arms around my body, like he did in the room I first saw him in. The hug sent a strange, tingly sensation in my body, like it did the first tim. I gave him an awkward hug back, before I noticed his knuckles.

"What happened to your hands?" I gasped, moving out of his embrace and grabbing his hands. He winced when I run my hands over the bruised cuts on his, but I immediately retracted them when he did.

"Wait here, actually, you can sit down. Just don't do anything stupid, whilst I go grab the first aid kit." I pointed to the sofa and let him sit. 

I hurried towards the kitchen, positive that the first aid kit would be at the back of one of the upper cabinets. I had to stand on a chair to get it, when I finally found it, which took about ten minutes. I wondered what Ash was doing...

I turned around, only for my forehead to get banged into a rock-hard chest. I rubbed my forehead, and couldn't deny the fact that I wouldn't be surprised if he had taped a brick there. Speaking of Ash, I looked up and my eyes instantly found his golden-brown orbs.

They turned into a shade of red this time - not gold, red. A luscious, blood-like red that had a tint of silver around the edge, and looked so hypnotising with the depth of the unique colours. Since when did non-talking people have changing eye colours? I broke out of the mini trance as his eyes went back to their normal golden-brown colour. 

"Anyways..." I began awkwardly, I cleared my throat, "let's just get your hands treated."

I lead him back to the sofas in the living room, and gently held his hand whilst I got the bandage out. 

I gasped again and let my jaw drop - I guess today was a gasping day - when I saw his knuckles without any trace of any kind of injury or cut, absolutely nothing other than his normal soft, flawless skin. 

I must've looked like a weirdo with my jaw hanging down, because Ash was chuckling besides me. It was a nice sound, but I was too busy thinking about the wounds I saw on his hand.

"No! I saw your knuckles, they had cuts- bruises on them. What the heck? Let me see your other hand!" I demanded and grabbed his left hand.

Now I was beginning to freak out, "wha-but-but I-I-no-what!" 

I guess he understood my panicking state because he drew circles on my arms soothingly, and it actually felt pretty nice, until there was a loud knock on the door, followed by several more.

Why was someone wanting to come in my room? I thought the lab was in lockdown. But then again, how did Ash get here? I thought he was locked in a secured, not to mention rather plain room, unless...oh fuzz buckets!