from the butterflies inside my gut. I forced myself to lean away from him in hopes my eyes would catch the hint. Suddenly there was a sharp pain in my upper thigh. I dropped the bag and looked down. There was a giant shard of glass sticking out of me.
“Mira!” Sebastian shrieked.
“I’m okay.” I lied.
Oh God, what do I do? There is a piece of glass sticking out of my leg. I need to get it out. I reached for the glass and braced for the amount of pain I would be in when I pulled it out. Then I felt a hand on top of my free one. I peeked my eye open and looked. It wasn’t a human hand. It made me feel better and I knew that was why he did it.
“Don’t. It’s easier if I do it.” He said. “Can you walk?”
He started lifting me up. I kept my leg bent. I was so close to him. My heart was going crazy.
“Probably.”
I kept my eyes at the spot where our hands were touching. I mean, I didn’t want to look at how much blood was coming out and that was a perfect distraction. My thoughts got to me and I chuckled. I had thought earlier that all that was missing was some blood and it’d be a murder scene, and here I was, oozing blood.
Sebastian helped me into the bathroom. I turned on the faucet and got a washcloth from the shower. I thought about the first aid that was under our sink. There might be bandages in it. Sebastian had been listening because when I turned around he was rummaging through it. I grinned. I hopped over to him again, then tried to get up on the counter. My leg muscle twitched and I cringed in pain.
“Here, let me.” He said dropping what was in his hands.
I watched him reach his arms underneath mine and gently lift me up on the counter. I barely even felt his hands grip me. I guess I wasn’t surprised really with how strong he was.
“The bandages…can I take this out now.” I said.
“Patience.” He smiled.
He bent over me and I closed my eyes. I felt a slight tug on my leg and shot my hands out onto his arms. I wrapped my fingers as much around his biceps as I could and started squeezing. He was going to pull it out now. Oh, it was going to hurt so badly. I braced myself for the worst of it. Nothing was happening though.
“Sebastian?” I asked.
“Mirabelle?”
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
Why was he taking forever?
“Fixing it.” He chuckled.
“What?”
I opened my eyes. My hands were still squeezing his arms. I grinned when we both looked at them and then let go. Trying to see what was happening, I followed his hands. But then I saw the glass was in the sink already. How did he? Oh, it was really bloody. My leg had to be really bad.
“Oh, how bad is it?” I asked.
“It is okay. I got the glass out. I’m trying to fix you, but it does not want to work.”
He sounded aggravated and I found that adorable. The words registered and I had to take a double look at him.
“What do you mean it won’t work?”
“I cannot stop the bleeding.”
He was starting to panic. If he were panicking, it couldn’t be good. I sucked it up and looked. There was blood all over the counter. He had a towel under my leg to try to minimize how much was getting on the floor. My sweat pants were completely ruined. Then I realized what he was doing; he had his right hand on top of my thigh and his left was on the bottom, he sort of tried to push the wound closed. I watched him hold it there for a few seconds then let go. Each time he let go more blood oozed out. It stung as if I were getting stabbed all over again.
“Sebastian, I am not a material item, I am human! You can’t fuse me together by will power. I need to have a doctor fix me up or let my body do it naturally over time.” I said.
I grabbed his hands and stopped them from squeezing my leg anymore.
“How do I help?” He asked.
I could tell he really hated feeling helpless. I was back to thinking he was adorable.
“Seeing as how I don’t have insurance, all I can do now is
“Mira!” Sebastian shrieked.
“I’m okay.” I lied.
Oh God, what do I do? There is a piece of glass sticking out of my leg. I need to get it out. I reached for the glass and braced for the amount of pain I would be in when I pulled it out. Then I felt a hand on top of my free one. I peeked my eye open and looked. It wasn’t a human hand. It made me feel better and I knew that was why he did it.
“Don’t. It’s easier if I do it.” He said. “Can you walk?”
He started lifting me up. I kept my leg bent. I was so close to him. My heart was going crazy.
“Probably.”
I kept my eyes at the spot where our hands were touching. I mean, I didn’t want to look at how much blood was coming out and that was a perfect distraction. My thoughts got to me and I chuckled. I had thought earlier that all that was missing was some blood and it’d be a murder scene, and here I was, oozing blood.
Sebastian helped me into the bathroom. I turned on the faucet and got a washcloth from the shower. I thought about the first aid that was under our sink. There might be bandages in it. Sebastian had been listening because when I turned around he was rummaging through it. I grinned. I hopped over to him again, then tried to get up on the counter. My leg muscle twitched and I cringed in pain.
“Here, let me.” He said dropping what was in his hands.
I watched him reach his arms underneath mine and gently lift me up on the counter. I barely even felt his hands grip me. I guess I wasn’t surprised really with how strong he was.
“The bandages…can I take this out now.” I said.
“Patience.” He smiled.
He bent over me and I closed my eyes. I felt a slight tug on my leg and shot my hands out onto his arms. I wrapped my fingers as much around his biceps as I could and started squeezing. He was going to pull it out now. Oh, it was going to hurt so badly. I braced myself for the worst of it. Nothing was happening though.
“Sebastian?” I asked.
“Mirabelle?”
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
Why was he taking forever?
“Fixing it.” He chuckled.
“What?”
I opened my eyes. My hands were still squeezing his arms. I grinned when we both looked at them and then let go. Trying to see what was happening, I followed his hands. But then I saw the glass was in the sink already. How did he? Oh, it was really bloody. My leg had to be really bad.
“Oh, how bad is it?” I asked.
“It is okay. I got the glass out. I’m trying to fix you, but it does not want to work.”
He sounded aggravated and I found that adorable. The words registered and I had to take a double look at him.
“What do you mean it won’t work?”
“I cannot stop the bleeding.”
He was starting to panic. If he were panicking, it couldn’t be good. I sucked it up and looked. There was blood all over the counter. He had a towel under my leg to try to minimize how much was getting on the floor. My sweat pants were completely ruined. Then I realized what he was doing; he had his right hand on top of my thigh and his left was on the bottom, he sort of tried to push the wound closed. I watched him hold it there for a few seconds then let go. Each time he let go more blood oozed out. It stung as if I were getting stabbed all over again.
“Sebastian, I am not a material item, I am human! You can’t fuse me together by will power. I need to have a doctor fix me up or let my body do it naturally over time.” I said.
I grabbed his hands and stopped them from squeezing my leg anymore.
“How do I help?” He asked.
I could tell he really hated feeling helpless. I was back to thinking he was adorable.
“Seeing as how I don’t have insurance, all I can do now is
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