I put my head in my hand. "It's personal. No one knows of it. Try putting the pieces together." I mutter as I lay down. Where is a healer when ya need one? This thing hurts like Living hell!
I shrug, knowing it's the wrong thing to do. "Ok. I'll just go to my shelter. I can wait it out there." I reply quietly.
I hiss, "No. You won't. I'm gonna help you whether you like it or not." I take some wet cloth out and push it aganist your wound.
I hiss in pain and curl my fingers into the bed. "I don't need help!" I snarl trying to distract myself.
"I don't care." I hiss back, feeling some stress off of the wound and taking the cloth off. "I've saved your life twice. I demand on saving it three times." I wrap a bandage like cloth around you wound.
"I can save myself." I retort sharply, watching cautiously as you wrap the wound. "It's.... Black?" I ask slowly.
I look slightly worried but it clears and I lay down "How long till it's gone?" I ask, my voice appearing muffled.
"Hm.." I say, inspecting the wound. "If what I just put on that cloth works, tommorow." I say, moving away.
I nod slightly, eyes closing slightly and my fingers unfurling my fingers from the bed, my body appearing to become less tense.
I slowly lower my head down towards yours, then I shake it and bring it back up. "Don't." I whisper to myself.
I sigh, not wanting to kiss you while you sleep.. Instead I sit by you bedside, ready for when you wake up.