Hi everyone! I am so sorry for not updating sooner! December was a mess with family coming over and all sorts of holiday stuff. Not to mention my laptop screen is broken (so I'm using the family computer to write now until I can get a new laptop/laptop screen). Anyway no real drama, it's pretty quiet (thankfully). So yes I'm back and I do apologize to you guys because I do realize I'm pretty bad at consistency. Anyway please read my other fanfictions (you can find them on my profile) and feel free if you have any ideas/suggestions/criticism/questions or just want to chat.
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~Savvyshipper
Goosebumps raise on my bare skin as Nine assesses the damage from the liquid. I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror. My jacket, tank top, and bra lay on the counter top. I didn't let Nine in till I had adequately covered up my chest, albeit with a towel. Turns out Nine's a towel hog, the towel slightly damp from his shower earlier. The scar on my chest seems to gleam darkly against the pale surrounding skin. I try not look at it too closely. It serves as a grim reminder of our newest revelation: dreams can hurt you. He brushes his fingers down my back, his touch feather light, though my skin feels the pain. "Your worst burns seem be on the upper parts of your back, then the less severe are lower" He says, confirming my thoughts."They just seem to be scars though. Do they still hurt?" He asks, focusing on my back, not looking me in the eye.
"They hurt, but not as bad as when..." I leave off. Not as bad as getting them, I think. Searing heat, blackening skin, the blistering, the sensation of being burned alive, all flash through my head. I shake my head, and Nine notices. "You sure you don't want salve for these?" He says to himself. "What?" I ask. "Medication, for the burns". I turn around. "That'd be great actually" I smile up at him. Guess he does care after all. Even if it's just a little bit. He glances down at my chest, and the fluffy feeling that was in my chest a moment before. It's over now. I turn back around, face flushing. "Are you done?" I ask sharply. Nine's the only one who's a fan of standing around without a shirt. "With your back. I'd check your legs, but I'm pretty sure your more than capable of doing it yourself. Unless of course, you want me to" He grins at me, and I roll my eyes. "Not a chance" I tell him. "Okay, whatever you say, Sweetheart" He says, sauntering out I slam the bathroom door behind him, and lean against the door, sighing. Should have expected that from Nine, but I'm too tired to be angry at him.
I strip down to my underwear, and study myself in the mirror. The front of my body is mostly undamaged, save the tops of my shoulders, and the dark scar on my chest. I collect my hair, pulling it over my shoulder, and turn around. By the Elders. My back is a patchwork of burns of varying severity. I think I'm going to be sick. The burns range from a discolored white, to dark reds, From my shoulders, continuing down my thighs. I really think I'm going to be sick. I retch into the toilet, a mix of frozen pizza and Marinas vegetarian dishes.
Nine rushes in. "Are you okay?" He asks, crouching next to me next to the toilet. I nod numbly. He grabs my jacket from the and throws it around my shoulders, and pulls me to him." I'm sorry" He whispers into my hair. I just lean into him, and focus on breathing normally, trying to ignore the pain shooting around my shoulders as he pulls me in. "Do you think you're done?" He asks, almost kindly. I nod yes, pulling the jacket closer around me. He stands up, and holds his hand out to me. I take it, and my other hand holds the jacket and the towel around me. He puts a supporting arm around me. "C'mon lets get you to bed" He says gently. "Yeah" I say still numb. But I really, really don't want to go. Setrakus Ra could be waiting. Does he know? That he can hurt me without me physically being there? It terrifies me. I really don't want to go to bed. Nine sees me eying the bed dubiously.
"How bout I get some of the burn salve first?" He asks and I nod silently. He finally cracks a smile, but his worry is still obvious. "I'm fine. I'll just stay here while you go out" I say, indicating to the bed. "Gotcha" He says. Then he takes a flying leap out the window.
"Why can't you ever use a door!" I yell out the window at his retreating figure. He looks up at me and calls out "It's more fun this way!". Then he disappears into the night.
