Heyoooh! So, yea, just to make something clear, no, he does die or need a skin graft or cry like a baby about it! just sayin. and i have things that need 2 b said on the bottom. So read on, my beautiful little munchkins.
"Oh shit! Melusine! Melusine get your scrawny ass over here! Firenze is gonna flip her shit!"
Unfortunately, that not only got Melusine's attention, but the whole schools. I blushed a violent rouge, but I didn't have that much time to worry.
I looked behind me (well, as far as my neck could turn, since Lash was still holding me pretty tightly.) and saw that Warren was still there. I thought of a plan, but it was just a flimsy one.
"Warren! Hug her!" Yeah, that was my plan. Have Warren hug her. But there's a point.
He looked at me like I was a complete and utter dumbass (which was probably true), but he did. He went up behind Firenze and wrapped his arms around her, pinning her arms to her sides. Yes, that's what I wanted. If Firenze can punch or wave her arms, we were all doomed.
"Good! Now, if she tries to use her power, try to at least dissipate it a little! She controls fire like you!" (I'll explain how she calmed him down. She stunned him a little *wink*, and when Warren was distracted, she dissipated the fire on his arms, which he didn't notice because he was distracted. Seeee? That's where his fire went.) He gave me a nod, but not before his eyes snapped to her face. She was trying to burn him. I could tell by the way he was trying to concentrate.
Finally, I looked back to Lash, since he was laughing like a hyena in my ear. "Will you shut the fuck up! And will you get your filthy hands off of me!" He stopped laughing, but it only went down to a chuckle.
"Now why would I do that? I may want to keep you for myself…Or I might take you away so no one can see your ugly face." (okay, THAT was low. And I was going to get him for it.) All of a sudden, he dropped me, which I was grateful for, but then I was picked up again just as suddenly. And I. was. Pissed.
Whoever had me was fast(I guess their power was speed like Atalanta. Huh.), and everything around me became a blur. I couldn't see shapes, but I could still see all the colors. When I tried to look at this persons face, they dropped me on the ground at the steps of the school, quite a ways from the fight… almost like they wanted to keep me from it. Which was not happening, just so you know.
I looked back and saw that Stretch (my new nickname for him) was wrapped all around Warren and Firenze, which was not good, because if Firenze's hands get free, he's in trouble. Big time. I started to rush towards them, but I saw that the Commander had gotten there and was prying (more like unwinding) Stretch from around the two. And what happened next was exactly what I feared.
Once he had put him down, Warren let go of Firenze, and she screamed, throwing a giant fireball at Stretch. The Commander tried to block it, but he wasn't fast enough, and the fireball landed straight against Stretch's lower ribs on his left side.
He stood in shock for a moment, maybe just a millisecond, and then he screamed like bloody murder. And that's when all hell broke loose.
It took a while, but I finally convinced Principal Powers and Nurse Spex to let me skip all my classes and stay with Stretch in the infirmary. But the only reason they let me stay was because I was probably the most experienced person with burn treatment, especially burns from Firenze.
Once they had left, I had gently taken off his shirt from his body, moving it as slowly as I could so as not to touch the burns. When I had finally gotten it off, I looked at the wound to see what damage had been caused, and I gasped.
Well, not because of the burn (it did look pretty bad, probably a deep partial second degree*.), but because of how he looked. He was muscular, but not like a body builder, and his skin was a soft tan and looked really smooth and flawless. His shaggy brown hair fell in his eyes a tad, but he looked gorgeous.
And that's when I went on another mental rant with myself, but I'll save that for later. I had better things to worry about, like cleaning and treating the burn so it wouldn't get infected. I got some gauze from the little cabinet in the back corner of the room and some ointment. I went back to his bed and put down the ointment and gauze on the small table next to the bed, and went over to the sink to get some cold water.
I was heading back to the bed with the water in my hands when I heard someone come into the room. I turned around to find boy standing in the doorway, looking at Stretch like he was his brother.
"How is he?" he finally asked, still only looking at Stretch, at the burn. I shook my head.
"I think it's a deep partial second degree burn, but I don't know for sure. I haven't cleaned it yet." He looked at me with confusion, then his expression turned to one of horror.
"Do you mean peel off the burned skin!" he practically shrieked it, which made my ears hurt. Then we were both startled.
"Would you two keep it down! I'm a guy in the infirmary in extreme pain with a giant burn on his side! Now shut the fuck up before I get really pissed off!"
The Cupid-guy and I both stared at Stretch with shock and embarrassment.
"Y-you're awake? But I thought you would be unconscious for hours!" The disbelief was so pronounced in my voice that I don't think the boys heard the slight twinge of worry. But I couldn't help but wonder how he had woken up so quickly. Most people are out for hours from the pain of burns the size he has. But did I have to be a pessimistic person right now? No, I didn't, but it was just in my nature.
Stretch looked up at me, like he was trying to figure me out.
"Yeah. I have been since you took off my shirt(I blushed slightly at that.)…Wait a sec, you're the girl that I grabbed. Why are you in here?" Then he proceeded to look me up and down...and up and down again…and again. "…You know, you don't look too bad…in the chest and ass, I mean. What do you to tone your ass like that anyway? It feels nice." He wiggled his eyebrows at that remark.
'Wait, he touched my ass?...Oooooh god, he's a dead boy walking. And the chest remark isn't going to slip my attention, either.' I took a deep breath through my nose and slowly exhaled it through my mouth.
"I exercise. I run, play sports, do yoga, that sort of thing. Now stay still and be quiet while I clean the burn. Moving only makes the pain worse." I turned to the kid behind me. "You stayin' or do you have to go back to class?" He shook his head and sat down in a chair near the wall. So I turned back to Stretch and went to the table with the gauze and ointment. I got a silk piece of cloth from my bag and dipped it in the water, wringing it out a little. Stretch stared at me in disbelief when I was about to move my hand to his side.
"What's that supposed to clean?" I looked at him with a blank stare. (So he doesn't get it? Then he must be more of a dumbass than I am.)
"Would you rather it be fairly painless, or do you want me to get one of the other rags Nurse Spex has and have it hurt like hell*?" He paled at the thought, but he shook his head. "Good."
Then Cupid-guy decided to interrupt me as well.
"What are you cleaning, anyway? I don't think there's any dirt on it." (Oh, so he thinks he's pointing out the obvious, huh? Well, I hate to tell him he's wrong.)
I sighed. "It cleans off the charred hair from the burn. If I didn't it would itch like poison ivy, and he doesn't . Need. To. Touch. It." I growled the last part out towards Stretch, since he was about to touch it. He looked at me, but then he tucked his arm under his head, looking away.
I gently touched the cool cloth to his side and I immediately felt the heat from the burn. I felt kinda sorry for him…kinda. Not much. But when I touched him, he flinched slightly, backing away from me to the wall. I sat on the edge of the bed, since that would be the only way to reach him.
"Sit still. I'm trying to be gentle, okay?" I looked at him, putting my hand on his forearm to try and calm him down. He nodded, averting his gaze from my face. I gently placed the cloth back on the raging red skin, and slowly pulled it up towards his face, collecting all the brittle black hair. When I pulled it up, I held it out to show Cupid-guy how much hair was on it from that one swipe. Then I went back to cleaning the burn, and once I was done, I got the ointment and slowly spread it on his skin.
"Can you sit up for me, please? I need to wrap it." He didn't answer, but Cupid-guy did.
"He passed out again. His pain tolerance is kinda high, but I guess that burn and the cloth is just too much for him." He came over and helped me sit him up and keep him up while I wrapped Stretch's torso. When that was done, we laid him down again so he could rest.
I turned to Cupid-guy, and gave him a bright smile. "Thanks…uh, what's your name? Sorry if I didn't ask before." He chuckled.
"My name's Speed. And what about you? Something cheesy, like Blue or Sapphire, right?"
I shook my head, laughing whole-heartedly.
"No, my name's Malie. Malie Grant." An image of Principal Powers and Nurse Spex in Powers' office came to my mind, since I needed them. "And would you mind getting Principal Powers and Nurse Spex for me? I need to tell them something."
He simply nodded and walked towards the door, but he turned around in the doorway.
"Oh, and I'm sorry if I dropped you hard on the steps. But I'm only being nice cuz you're helping Lash with that burn, but if it was something else, I'd be acting the way I normally do." And with that he turned around and walked out into the hallway.
I was completely and utterly shocked at his statement. (Wait, it was him that dragged me to the steps?) When I turned around, he was asleep, since I only saw him with his eyes closed. I was still sitting on the bed, so I brushed the hair away from his eyes. "I'm sorry you had to get on my sisters 'bad' list. I never meant for anyone to get hurt."
"Then why don't you hand me my phone from my pocket since I can't get it myself?" I jumped when he spoke.
"Why? You're not exactly gonna call and have someone pick you up."
He gave me a small glare. "No, so I can call someone and tell them I'm coming home early." I stared.
"And why do you think that?"
"Cuz I'm not stupid. I wouldn't be able to stay conscious through a class, let alone for five minutes. So you're gonna say that I need to go home."
"And who's gonna be at home waiting? Definitely not your parents. I already know that."
"…How did you know that?"
"My power is that I see what people desire, and how or where they can get it. And I saw that you wanted your parents back, since they're always on trips and never spend more than a week at home now. So, tell me. Who's at home?" I raised an eyebrow to add effect to my question. But before he could answer, the door opened, and I had to drop the conversation.
I was staring like a fish.
My eyes were huge and my mouth was hanging wide open, waiting to catch flies. But there weren't any flies waiting to be caught in the fancy black car that had picked up Speed, Lash, and I at the bus stop after a bus was found at the school.
And right now I was looking at Stretch's house- no, not house, mansion- at the top of the looming hill. (I thought he lived in a nice house, but DAMN! This is bigger than our mansion!) We were at the doorway now, and the driver opened the door for us.
I slid out first, and looked at the amazing exterior of the mansion. It was so beautiful, with neatly kept vines climbing the walls from the small gardens lining the house, and the lovely beige color of the walls with Tuscan-style tiled roof, with the dark brown shutters around the windows, and the giant doorway in front of me with the grand oak door… which a slightly stern looking woman was standing in front of, looking (or glaring?) at me. I moved from the car to let Stretch and Speed out, but he was having to drag Stretch out.
He had passed out on the ride from the school from being jostled around like a rag doll. That burn was pretty bad.
But Speed got him on his back so he could carry him, and we walked towards the woman at the door. When the woman saw Stretch, her gaze softened and a small frown graced her lips.
"Master Lash? Is he all right?" She sounded like she had known him for years, like when he was a small child, but the care and worry in her voice surprised me. I didn't know what to say, but Speed saved me from that.
"He's gonna be fine, Maggie. He's got a nasty burn on his side, but that's why she's here." He jerked his head towards me when he said 'she', and Maggie gave me a curious look.
"I'm really experienced in treating burns, so that's why Speed brought me along as well. Plus, Lash said I'd have to explain to you how to treat the wound when you change the bandaging, so he made me come along (I blushed a bit when I said it). If that makes any sense." I had a sheepish look on my face by now, dreading that I would say something embarrassing. But Maggie just gave me a warm smile, and then she turned to Speed.
"Well, would you mind taking him to his room, since he clearly won't be waking up anytime soon. Besides, it's getting harder to get up the stairs for me than the others, so I'll be a bit behind, dearie."
*If you go on wikipedia and type in 'Burn', it should bring up a page that has a burn degree chart. look at it and look at the second Second Degree burn row. It's nasty, and i got squimish looking at it. Eck.
*If you think about it, it would be a little bit better than a rough cloth. And i've been burned enough times to know. And no, i know absolutely nothing about how to treat a burn like that, so i was just making it up as i went along. But its understandable, right?
And i know its short and sucky, but i have something in mind to spice it up. But please let me know what you guys think, i dont care if you completely burn me on it, just makes my writing better. And if you have any ideas, dont be shy! Love you all!
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