06

CHAPTERS 06

For a brief moment I see his features soften for a moment but the moment was gone after a few seconds and he ripped his hand from my grip causing me to flinch. He advanced towards me and my eyes widened, my body stumbling to back away.

« What the fuck are you after ? You think because I didn’t beat you back there that you can speak to me ? » He growled out harshly with his sharp canines appearing.

I shivered at the deepness and intensity of his voice and how smooth and baritone it sounded drifting in my ears. Once I got over his voice I got to what he said and I flinched once more, an accidental whimper escaping past my lips and if my eyes weren’t watering I think I could’ve told you how his his eyes softened like they did before but this time with hints of regret. Involuntarily, my bottom lips gutted out with my eyes wet and I said quietly :

« I w-wanted to h-help you. »

I heard him take a deep breath in before he turned around and ran his fingers through his dark hair in what looked like frustration.

« Fuck, » he whispered in annoyance but I wasn’t sure if it was at me or something else.

With big eyes I watched as he looked back at me and muttered something to himself before turning and beginning to walk. I dropped my head with a frown but jumped as I heard his deep voice that bounced off the walls.

« If you don’t keep up with me that’s your problem, » he said with lack of emotion.

My heart leaped on his own and my face tinted red as it usually did and I ran to catch up with him. I slowed down when I was able to catch up to him and looked at him as he walked keeping his head straight. When he turned to look at me I quickly turned my head and looked down with red cheeks.

We continued to walk silently and we’d repeat a pattern where I would look up and stare at him and when he’d look at me, turn my head and stare at the ground with a blush coating my cheeks. I don’t why I was reacting like this, I was confused but I just couldn’t help it. I wanted to look at him and there was just so much curiosity bubbling within me that it was hard to ignore it. My brain was being logical and reasoning that I should be spending my time doing something else but I wasn’t listening to it. I furrowed my brows, I really should ignore him but I can’t.

He opened a door and went inside and I scurried in before the door could close on me. I looked inside and took in where we were. I could tell by the first aid kits and other practical medical stuff that we were in the nurses office. He sat on a seat with his large legs spreading open and I shifted in my spot. He crouched down, placing his left elbow on his knee and laying his head on his palm as he looked at me with a bored expression. He held out his other hand that had blood stained on it with cuts.

« Five minutes, » his voice held authority and I nodded quickly.

I turned with a slight tripping of feet, thanks clumsiness, and looked around before spotting where the first aid kit was and grabbed it. I lay the white kit on a table and open it up to take a look at what was inside. There was a wide array of things but I picked up rubbing alcohol, Neosporin, and cloth bandages. I turned and blushed a deep shade of red when I caught his eyes traveling from my backside back up to my eyes. What made me red to the tip of my ears was that he didn’t look the least bit ashamed that I had caught him ogling my backside but his eyes held a scalding burn of lust.

I squirmed in my spot and habitually began biting my bottom lip.

« Don’t do that, » he said huskily with a strain in his voice that made me shiver and I immediately released my bottom lip from my teeth.

My eyes looked back at his fist and I remembered what I was originally here for. I tentatively approached him and obliviously settled on my knees between his legs, my eyes looking at his fist and completely unaware of burning look Killian was giving.

I grabbed his hand lightly and grabbed the rubbing alcohol off the floor where I left the other things I’d be using. Opening the bottle and a cotton ball, I dabbed the piece cotton in the alcohol, draining the extra liquid and rubbing it on his knuckles that had the cuts. I bit my lip, I hope this isn’t hurting him. He didn’t seem to make any sound to suggest he was in pain so I felt my heart settle a little.

After wiping the blood away and being able to clearly see the cuts I frowned lightly. I swear the cuts looked bigger before and were a bit more open or was I seeing things ? I smile lightly, well I’m glad he isn’t hurt that badly. I mentally slapped myself.

Finnick why do you care ?

Because I’m a caring person, I told myself.

I squeeze some of the Neosporin on my fingers and rub it gingerly into the cuts so they wouldn’t scar up nastily. I drop the small tub of gel medicine and grab the cloth bandages. As I’m about to bandage his hand I look up at him and pause in my movements. My face reddens. He was looking at me so intently, with so much focus. Was he looking at me like this the whole time ? I shyly looked down at his hand but I was completely startled and shocked when I felt his long and thick fingers reach under my chin to lift my head up.

My face was hot as I looked up at him. His eyes were burning into me and it was now that I was this close that everything felt so…surreal. Was it normal for someone to smell this good. I held my breath, could someone’s eyes be that clear. Tattoos were absolutely horrid but why did his look…attractive. My brain was a mess and I accidentally sucked my bottom lip into my mouth as habit. His eyes darkened and his jaw clenched.