She looked like she was trying to distract herself.. "I have supplies at my house.." *** He frowned. "I'm nervous. I don't want them to stop me."
He frowned before speaking. "You shouldn't be walking." * * * "Why would they stop you? You're an adult."
She looked back at him, tears in her eyes. "I just want to get home." *** "I know, I know, but.. I don't know. It's scary."
He blinked, watching her for a moment before approaching her, picking her up as gently as he could. "I'm going to get you home," he said, his voice a low growl. "Don't worry." * * * "It is. Don't worry just yet. Nothing is set in stone."
She kept her hands to herself, resting on the gash. "I'm sorry. This was a bad first experience. I've never dealt with the cat before." *** He nodded in agreement, looking down at her. "Yeah. You're right."
He was moving quickly, weaving through the various nooks and crannies. He had paid attention to the route they had taken, it seemed. "I can't believe you're apologizing to me about the experience. Your stomach was cut open." * * * She was resting her chin on his shoulder, one hand curled on his chest. She appeared to be deep in thought, but looked up at him when he looked down at her, her forehead brushing his nose.
"I know," she said, sounding worried, "but what if you dont want to go on adventures with me because of my reckless endangerment?" *** He flushed slightly, looking back up.
"Don't be stupid," he said gruffly. "You're my favorite adventuring buddy." * * * She laughed hesitantly, her fingers curling in his shirt. "What?"
"You're mine too," she said, looking up at him. They made it to her house and she frowned, moving to get to her feet and open the door, going over to a cabinet and pulling out first aid supplies. *** "You're warm."
He tilted his head. "Do you know how to use that stuff?" * * * She frowned, moving to pull away. "Oh. Sorry."
"Most of it," she murmured, her brows furrowed and skin paling as she looked down at her bloodied hand. "Yikes. I don't think plain bandaids will do it this time." *** He reached over to feel her forehead. "It's okay. How do you feel?"
His brows furrowed and he came over to her, pulling her to the bed. "Here. Lie down. I can help." * * * Her forehead was still hot, and she looked up at him blearily. "Tired."
She nodded, lying back onto the bed. She looked nervous and little pale. *** He frowned worriedly. "Get some rest, okay?"
He pulled back the shirt, beginning to work as gently as he could. * * * She blinked, looking up at him. "Will you stay with me?" she asked, sounding a little melancholy.
She rested her hands on her eyes, not saying anything. *** "Of course. I'll be here the next few days."
"Take deep breathes, Nas," he said quietly. "You're doing well.." * * * She relaxed, resting her head on the pillow. "Good."
"I'm covering my eyes to protect my dignity," she mumbled. "It hurts, but this is also very strange to me." *** He closed his eyes. "So sleep, okay?"
He laughed lowly, his fingers gentle as he worked. "That's what you're worried about?" * * * She looked over at him for a moment before turning her back to him, nodding slightly. "'Kay. Goodnight, Cy."
"I know I'll be alright," she said simply, "I have you here." *** He watched her back before turning over as well. "Goodnight, Dahls.'
He looked over at her suddenly, his gaze softening. There was a silence before he continued working. *** It didn’t take long for her to drift off.
