I have never replied to any of the guests that have reviewed so far, sooo even if it is a little late for some of them, I will reply now
Jawl: In the good or the bad way?
Yuu: Thanks, and I have been thinking about it, so it is a maybe.
Guest: It does not annoy me at all, thank you for telling me.
Kittycat: Thanks
Takahashi Nana: Thank you for pointing out
"Braginski! Are you okay?
Yao sounds worried, and it is understandable. Who would have thought that Ivan Braginski could cry? I bet my life that everyone at this school is convinced that there are no connection between the Russian and tears, but I have never given them any reasons to. No one has seen me cry, except my family and Yao…wait a minu-
"Oh shit. Dude, are you crying? Ohhhh shi-!" And Alfed… Well, fuck. He is probably going to tell everybody about this. As if I need anything more to get bullied for.
"Didn't I just tell you to go to the hospital, Jones? And please don't say anything about this, okay?" The sentence may have been a question, but Yao's eye said the opposite. He really is an angel.
"Yes…" Alfred turns his back on us, and starts walking, mumbling something about Russians and Brits.
The math teacher's attention falls back on me, but instead of the hard look, he smiles a little smile at me that sends shivers down my spine.
"Let's get you fixed up." His hand, which has not moved from its place on my wounded neck, slides down to give my shoulder a reassuring squeeze, before he gives me a sign to follow him.
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"Does it hurt?" Yao asks as I winch at the contact of the cotton swab on the rather big wound that covers most of my neck and back head.
"It is okay."
"That is good, but promise me that you scream out if it hurts, okay? You have been looking very uncomfortable for a while now. "
"Ohh, okay."
To be honest I am uncomfortable, but I am not sure if it is in a good way, or bad way. For me this is very hard to decide. I have never been touched like this before, except from Katyusha and Natalia, but this is Yao, the one I love, not one of my sisters. For anyone this might be nothing special, after all, he is just cleaning my wound, but he is very, very close.
His hand, that is not busy with the wound, is tangled in my hair so that it is not in the way, but the hand keeps moving, and it feels amazing. If I did not know better, I would have thought that it was a massage. His chest lies on my upper back, and he is breathing down my neck. I am warm all over, and every move he makes, every breath he takes does not go unnoticed. It is hard not to just turn my head and kiss him senseless, but I will just have to bear with this sweet torture.
"So, tell me a little about yourself, Braginski. I have heard that you come here often, so I would like to know more about you. I am going to replace the nurse for the time being. She is on vacation with her husband, you see, so the principal has decided to let me do the job until she comes back."
"Ivan. I- Sorry, I just…"
"That's okay, I like first names better. So then you can call me Yao. Ivan is a beautiful name."
My heart jumps, and I can't fight down a blush, and luckily Yao is behind me, and does not see it. I can't help it. If I thought that my last name sounded good from his lips, then I should have known that hearing my first name in his cute Chinese accent would be a hundred times better.
I can feel the cotton make contact with an extra painful area on my neck, and I winch at the feeling.
"Sorry. Ivan, it would be easier if you removed the sweater too."
"No, I don't think that is a good idea."
Yao sighs, and moves around me. He stands in front of me, looking me up with suspicion and worry clearly showing in his warm, brown eyes. I ignore his stern glance, and I focus on the spot to the right of his head. I can't let him see all my scars.
"Ivan, it will make it less painful, and easier."
"It is okay, I don't think it is necessary."
He gives me a sceptical look, before he goes back to where he left off in the cleaning of the wound. I notice that he is treating it different now than before. It seems like he is trying to be even gentler than he was for a minute ago (if that is even possible). The hand that was holding my hair is now at my sweater, as if he is trying to touch more of my back.
Fuck. If he does not stop to caress me like that, I will attack him. Ivan, you can't think like that. It is not his fault that you are so sick. As if he hears my toughts ge pats my back.
"I am done now, but please come back next week, just so I can check the wound, okay?"
"Okay."
"And you can go home now. I will tell your teachers, so no need to worry. You should probably rest tomorrow too if it does not get better during the night."
"Okay. Proshchaniye."
I can't help but think of how cute he is. Worrying like that over me. He really is the perfect.
"Zàijiàn. See you soon, Ivan."
Proschchaniye – bye (Russian)
Zàijiàn - bye (Chinese, simplified)