Hurting
A/N: So this is a drabble I wrote for my friend Rach. She RPs as Perona on tumblr with me. :)
"You're hurt…" Zorona, maybe?
He doesn't like it when she touches him, she could tell.
He pulls away sometimes, expecting hooves instead of feminine human fingers. It was just a subconscious act, but it still hurts her. She's been taking care of him for the past two years now. Shouldn't he be used to it?
Sure, she wasn't a doctor. She didn't know the first thing about medicine but she does try. She sneaks into Mihawk's library to look for books and she even asked the older man nicely for help when she needed more supplies. The things she's done for him, even if he wasn't there to see it, shouldn't he be appreciative?
A simple 'thank you, Perona' would have sufficed.
She just wanted to be needed.
That was her problem. Her desire to be necessary had led her to be far too outspoken. She wanted to be noticed. So her complaints, her lectures, her comments were all deemed loud and offensive by the two swordsman. It hurt. More than she'd like to admit.
They weren't nakama.
But they were something, right?
Her irritation was evident in the way the vegetables on her cutting board was mutilated. She scowled. Why was she cooking? Why was she cleaning? Why was she trying to make this stupid old castle inhabitable when no one wanted her around?
Chop. Chop. Chop. Chop. Chop. CH-
"Damn it!" She swore, throwing the knife roughly down in order to cup her injured hand. She wasn't sure what she was more upset about - her finger or the fact that she swore. "This is so…so… I hate this stupid - Not cute!"
"You're hurt…"
She whirled around, careful not to jostle anything lest she make an even bigger mess. That stupid idiot had somehow managed to find his way to the kitchens. "What do you want?" She snapped. She was still upset with him. Him and his rude 'don't touch me, I'm fine' mannerisms. The brute.
He didn't say anything. His face was stern and his eyes intent. He strode up to her easily, his presence making the tiny kitchen feel even smaller. He actually had the nerve to take her injured hand into his. "You're hurt."
"It's just a cut, stupid." She tried to brush it off. She wasn't going to make it any easier for him, not after how coldly he's been treating her. "Are you lost or something? What do you want?"
"C'mon, shut up and follow me." Perona rolled her eyes, that thought was laughable. Follow him? "Where do you keep your bandages?" He was already stepping out into the hallway, and as if by random, chose to turn left. Wrong.
"Wh-what?" She sputtered in utter disbelief. "You're kidding right? It's just a cut!"
But the look he shot her over his shoulder told her he wasn't.
She trailed after him and demanded, "Stop! You're going the wrong way, you idiot!" That finally got his attention. He turned slightly, his larger frame would have been intimidating, if she didn't have that image of him as her Bearsy ingrained into her mind. "Why are you doing this?" Why do you care?
"You're hurt."