Orange Lipstick

5

After spending the majority of your day with Amara (thankfully she didn't force herself on you as you expected) you sneaked back to the bathroom to see if the girl was still there.

You had a strong gut feeling that she'd be too weak to move on her own, so you thought you could help the girl walk to the infirmary.

When you open the door, you can see the girl supporting herself on one wobbling leg.

She flinches at the noise of the door opening, assuming it was someone from the group that beat her. Only seeing your small frame in the doorway, makes her relax a little.

Obviously not seeing you as a threat, the purplette glares at you, making you surprised by the quick change of attitude.

"What do you want? Didn't you and your little crew get enough from nearly killing me? Or are you here to make fun of me, is that it? Do you think it's funny that I got my ass beat? Well, laugh as much as you fuckin' want for all I care!" She huffs as she forces herself to walk.
This only results in her gritting her teeth in pain, from her injured leg.

Your surprise morphs into mortification as you notice her limping, "Y-your leg is broken?!"

You quickly go over to her beaten figure and try to put her arm over your head.
She rolls her amethyst eyes at your oblivion, "If I could walk, I would have left ages ago. And don't fuckin touch me!"

"Please comply! If we don't get you to a doctor soon, your wounds can get worse!"

That effectively makes her shut up, as she lets you drag her to the infirmary.

"You've been there all day, why didn't anybody help you?"

She gives you a deadpan look, "do you really think anybody would go into Amara's spot? That's basically asking for a death wish."

You shrink from her snappish tone, "g-good point."

Once you see the infirmary sign near, you let out a sigh of relief at not having to bear the extra weight of the taller female.

"Almost there," you mumble.

Knocking onto the door, you wait for someone to respond.

No one responds.

You huff and knock again, hoping that someone will answer this time.

Still no response.

You groan as you reach for the doorknob, hoping that it wasn't locked.

To your luck and astonishment, the door was unlocked.

You quickly make your way inside with the grumpy purplette on your shoulder.

Immediately spotting a medical bed you help the girl on it, with a few snaps here and there about how she "didn't need your help", despite having a broken leg.

Once she's settled in, you quickly look around in the room to see if there's anyone around. Unsurprisingly, not a single nurse is nearby.

'Someone's bad at their job,' you chide in your head.

"Are you just going to dilly-dally, or are you going to actually help me?"

"O-oh right! Sorry about that!"

You quickly locate a counter with medical supplies along with a mini-refrigerator with ice packs, you first get an ice pack for her swollen eye.

"Here, apply this to your eye-"

She abruptly snatched the ice pack from your hold and as you eye her wounds.
Besides some of the internal bleeding, you realize how the bleeding of her wounds made her long-sleeved shirt stick to her skin. You couldn't properly heal her with the oranges material in the way.

You embarrassedly cough into your elbow as you ask her shyly, "Can you take off your shirt?"

Her eyes widen in disgust as she weakly smacks your arm, "hell no! You pervert!"

"I-im not a pervert! It's just I can't properly disinfect your wounds with it in the way!"

She looks at you in disbelief, blushing furiously. "Fine! But if I catch you looking too long, you're gonna be sorry! You hear me?!"

You nod frantically, "I hear you! I hear you!"

Swiftly she unbuttons the shirt and winces when the blood stuck on her skin gets off painfully.

While she slowly peels off her uniform top, you go back to the cabinets to find cotton balls, disinfectant, and bandaids. Once you locate them, you set them aside, and hurriedly wash your hands in the sink. From the corner of your eye, you see a clean looking white rag. Grabbing the cloth, you put under the stream of water before turning off the faucet and squeezing out any excess water.

Once you finish, you grab all the materials and scurry back over to the medical bed, almost tripping over your own feet by how frantically you move.

The short-haired girl avoids your gaze as you're quick to clean off the dried blood from her wounds.

Immediately at your contact, the girl flinches, "be more gentle!" She scowls.

"S-sorry about that!" You laugh nervously as you continue to clean her wounds.

While working on cleaning her wounds, Serena stares at you, finally able to get a good look at you.

She can see clearly that you look different than most of the inmates.

You didn't speak like the rest of them did, you barely could reach anybody's shoulders in this place, plus you didn't have half the muscle most of the inmates had.
Hell! She's certain she can take you on, and that's coming from her! The bottom of the food chain.

Not to mention, other inmates had a musky scent, while yours was more delicate and smelt more flowery.

You didn't look like a criminal! You looked more like- like-

'Like those fuckin princesses.' She thinks to herself.

How the hell did you get into prison, much less, how'd you get one of the top alphas as your fucking girlfriend?!

"Hey, short stack."

You look at the woman with an irritated flair, "that's not my name."

"Don't care. How'd you get that blonde bimbo as your girlfriend anyway? Do you pay her for protection? What's the deal?"

You give the girl a look, saying something like: 'are you serious? You don't even care about my name but you're interested in that?'

"Well?" She asks impatiently.

"No offense, but I barely know you."

She huffs out, "fine be like that."

Unconsciously you apply extra pressure onto her wound.

She howls in pain at your force, "I SAID BE GENTLE GODDAMMIT!"

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