A/N: So yeah here's another chapter. Wow, I seriously don't have anything to babble about right now.

The only thing I want to say is that this chapter is from Lloyds POV, and that he may be hugely OOC, since yeah… I never played TOS. I only played TOS DOTNW.

I'm too lazy to look for any mistakes, and since English isn't my first language, there will probably be some.

Anyway, enjoy. (:

Disclaimer: Blablabla, the obvious.\

Chapter four: Lloyds thoughts

POV Lloyd

Saving her for the second time sure set me thinking, what if this wouldn't be the last time, what if I would have to save her many more times. While she was perfectly capable of defending herself whenever she activated that ragemode of hers. Would I be willing to save her each and every time? There were more things I should be doing. Like saving the world for that matter. But what if I wasn't around when she got in danger again? What if I wouldn't be able to save her? Would I blame it on myself if she died in the hands :or claws: of a monster?

I looked at her face while she walked behind me. Like this, she seemed completely helpless, afraid of the world, and freaked out by all the blood on her.

No, if she died, I would not be able to live with myself. I claimed the task of saving and protecting her, and I would have to keep myself to it no matter what. Even if she had a weird thing living inside her that detested the colour I was so fond of wearing.

I had already grown fond of her and didn't want to lose her. I looked at her again. She was completely at ease, trusting me entirely, while she knew I had been hating her several hours ago. It made me a strange kind of happy. Just hours ago, I thought we would be at each others throats for the rest of our journey, but now I found myself leading her the way back to our house while she just saved both of us seconds ago.

I led her into the house and told her to wait while I would return to my room, so she wouldn't accidentally go back into ragemode.

After returning to my room I waited till I heard that she started to walk. I sat down on my bed with a sigh, wondering if I actually might be too nice for my own good. I looked down at my clothes, I probably should take as shower and put on some clean clothes.

When entering the bath I heard some noises on the other side of the wall. She was also taking a shower, I guessed she had noticed under how much blood she was covered.

After the shower I went back to my room. I had some things I had to thing through. Since I now had the duty to protect her, I should probably also help her regain her memories and find out why and how she lost them in the first place.

Since Emil was trying to figure out what to do, and the gate to the demon world would be kept shut for at least another year with the current seal, it wouldn't be a problem to do this in the meantime. The others seemed to think like that too, so that was good. But I had the strange feeling that we shouldn't involve to many people in this, because if we did, we might just make things worse.

I was interrupted in my thought by a soft knock on the door. The door opened, and Lima entered my room. She was now wearing a shirt and some shorts. She limped a bit, and her body was covered with wounds.

She just stood there for a minor minute, staring at my face with this pained expression as if she had done something she immensely regretted.

"Want me to help you treat your wounds?" I asked to break the silence. Her pained expression disappeared and while smiling softly she nodded.

I had her sit down on the bed while I treated the wounds on her arms. We didn't exchange any words, but I felt her flinch from time to time.

As I started treating her arms, she broke the silence.

"Sorry Lloyd…" she whispered.

I looked up in confusion. "For what?"

She looked down. "Well, for not being able to control myself back then."

I stayed silent, trying to figure out what exactly it was that the meant. Then it came to me. She hated herself for the thing that was inside her, the demon that hated red and took over her body whenever she spotted some.

I snorted, she looked up, offended. I smiled warmly at her and watched her cheeks turn a slight shade of pink.

"Lima…" I started, then shook my head. "Don't worry too much about it. Based on my reaction, you should already know that I don't even remember it as something huge."

She looked at me in disbelief and then shook her head. "Don't make a joke out of it Lloyd, I could have killed you, if it wasn't for your quick thinking. I'm not comfortable living with myself when I'm like this. What if I lose control of myself again, and you won't be able to do some quick thinking? I already can't stand the thought of losing someone as dear to me as you."

I smiled and took her hands carefully in mine. "I was once able to calm you down, and I will do it again and again if I have to. If you ever get close to killing me, I will know that it wasn't you, but the red-hating monster that is cruelly living inside you. As long as I can be certain that you yourself doesn't hate me, I have no reason of rejecting you. You are my dear friend and I don't want to lose you over something as trivial as this."

"But…" She started. I silenced her by placing my hand over her mouth.

"Drop it, you are not going anywhere." And I went back to treating her wounds.

"Thank you." She whispered almost inaudible after a little while. I didn't answer but just smiled.

After treating her arms, I noticed that the shirt she was wearing was turning red at some spots, and not just a little either.

"Hey, take of your shirt" I demanded.

"W-what..?" She asked with this shocked expression over her face, while unconsciously grabbing her shirt.

I didn't want to waste any more time and pulled of her shirt by myself. She didn't respond and just looked at me in shock.

She was wearing some kind of bra, but at the moment I wasn't really paying attention to it. All I saw as a huge cut in her side, open and wide, leaking blood in small drops.

"Were you planning on leaving this just as it is?" I asked while grabbing for the disinfectant.

"Huh..? Oh! The wound." She said as if she wasn't feeling any pain.

She looked away. "It'll heal..."

"Not if you are going to leave it like this." I stated as I dapped the towel on the wound.

She flinched away, a small growl of displeasement escaping her throat. I chuckled, only to receive a glare in return.

She relaxed and allowed me to disinfect the wound. I noticed how she clenched her fists every time I touched the wound. She swore under her breath when I had to press a bit harder.

After I had been disinfecting the wound for a few minutes, I noticed how she started to react less intensely. Which meant that the wound was close to being completely disinfected.

I looked at her face for a moment and noticed she was still gritting her teeth. I found it extremely amusing how she decided to bear the pain.

Bandaging the wound was… complicated.

The wound was far too big for plaster, so I had to wrap the bandage all around her. This situation turned out quite embarrassing. She had to raise her arms while I had to try and wrap the bandage around her properly. Leaning in to close for comfort, to be able to reach her back.

Thinking back on it, I could have had her stand up and just walk around her while holding the bandage. But I didn't think of that back then.

As I leaned in closer, I could hear her heartbeat quicken, which had happened before.

I quickly finished, so she could be at ease again. I wondered if her heart pounding was caused out of fear for going into ragemode again.

That me being this close to her might stir up some unneeded feelings inside her, didn't even cross my mind.

After letting her put her shirt back on, I wanted to get started on her legs and feet, but she quickly pulled them away.

"I'll do that myself" She mumbled as the tried to get off the bed.

Her ankle was swollen and had surely received some damage, but she didn't seem to want me to touch her anymore for today.

I still wanted to help her treat it, but judging by how fast she tried to get away, I thought it would be best to leave things like this for now.

She left the room limping even worse that before, and I had to force myself not to pull her back onto the bed. So I watched as she made her way to the door and almost tripped over her own feet. I heard a suppressed growl of pain before she closed the door.

I chuckled lightly, she was an idiot, but I knew she needed some alone time. It was time to go to sleep anyway. I would treat her ankle tomorrow and would let her treat her other leg wounds by herself.

A/N: Awkward moments….I love them :3

Anyway, I still don't have anything to say, only that I'm sorta stuck in an odd way, I have tons of ideas, but I don't know how to continue the story. So the next update may take a while, then again, I'm really into writing atm, so I might just surprise you (:

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