Nothing to say really. Lol and yes I do own French toast;) Ha I'm always making it...
The Family Business
Chapter 6
The Night After
"Oh my God," she groaned lightly, it took all the muscle she could muster just to open her eyelids. She felt as if someone had hit her with a ton of bricks. There was a substantial amount of light flowing through her closed window and she took the risk of sitting up.
Her head pounded but got used to the angle. She sighed and threw her legs over her bed. She looked down and almost screamed.
Ethanial lay on the ground with a light blanket covering him. She shook her head and took a second look. He was still in his costume; even his mask lay over his eyes.
She sighed looking down at him, she had no clue what had happened last night it was all kind of hazy, but whatever did take place, she knew he helped her out of it.
She placed her trembling feet out of bed, took the first shaky step over to him.
Carefully for herself, and not to wake him up she bent down and removed his mask, placing it on the bedside table.
She then stroked a wondering piece of jet-black hair out of his face, smiling. She then abruptly stood up and lightly walked over him. She was hungry, her stomach warned her of that as it rumbled.
But it felt weird; she wore an inquisitive look on her face as she felt under her top to her stomach. When she felt the results of last nights brawl, Ira almost fell to the floor in pain.
She grabbed the kitchen counter and managed to stand stably for a few moments. She pulled herself to her feet and lifted up her top. She gazed down at the hideous, reddening scar and shook her head.
"What the hell happened last night?" She asked as she got out a frying pan. She had subconsciously decided on making French toast for breakfast. She glanced at the clock-lunch.
Placing the heat on she put some butter to melt in the bottom of the pan as the bread soaked in the mix. Looking down at her stomach again, she shook her head as she waited, and made the promise, "No more fasting," she said out loud to herself.
"Well I should hope not," a voice answered her.
"Once again you've made me almost have a triple coronary," she said annoyed, "You want some French toast?"
Ethanial yawned and took a seat ay her breakfast nook, "sure, why are you cooking?"
"Well I had a craving, and I figured it'd be a good way to thank you for last night. Not exactly sure what happened, but I'm sure you helped," she said flipping the toast, "Unless," she touched her index finger to one of her full lips, "you took one of my kidneys, which would be an adequate guess."
He laughed, whole-heartedly. This was the first time Ira had heard him do so, she couldn't help chuckling.
"I didn't borrow a kidney Ira," He chuckled, "You got slashed across the stomach, and I had to stitch you up, you lost a lot of blood," he informed.
"I hope I didn't put up to much of a fight," she smiled, placing his toast on a plate and retrieving maple syrup from the cupboard.
"Well at least now I know what you're like drunk," he said honestly, while she prepared food for herself.
"Oh great," she said rolling her eyes, "Now you've seen me drunk and wet," she replied.
Ethanial let out another deep laugh. Ira smiled and laughed nervously, "That's not what I meant." Then she thought while she sat down, "Why did you stay the night?"
"I was about to leave, but you turned in your sleep and stretched the stitches. I thought you might accidentally pulled them out, so I stayed incase you did," he said cutting up his food.
"You're to go to me," she smiled leaning against the counter on the other side, she began to eat.
"How's it feeling?" he asked taking another big bite, she put her head on her one hand and leaned, letting one of her tresses fall from behind her ear. Not only was she gorgeous but she could cook to.
"Ethan I said it hurts," she said a little loudly but smiling still, "I don't think you heard me before."
"Oh no I didn't I'm sorry," he apologized, "If it hurts why are you smiling?"
"I'm ignoring it," she giggled weakly, "It's the only thing I can do right now."
"Mm," he said swallowing the last bite, "That was really good."
"Thanks," she replied pushing her food around her plate.
"You want me to take a look at it?" he asked. She looked up at him cocking an eyebrow, "Your stitches I mean, see if they're healing right?"
She looked at him unsurely and answered, "okay." She started to walk over but he signaled her to stay where she was.
"You're the one who's hurt," he reminded, now kneeling so he was eye level with her stomach, he went to reach for her top but then stopped to ask, "You're not going to give me a fight like yesterday are you?"
"Huh?" she asked, her mind seemed displaced.
"Yesterday, for the love of me, I couldn't get you to let me lift up your shirt," he chuckled, "But I reasoned with you."
"Really?"
"Yeah I said if I could lift up your shirt you could lift up mine," he replied looking up at her.
She looked surprised, "really?"
"Nah, I'm just fooling you," he chuckled, "Okay, I'm going to do a couple of tests and you tell me if they hurt."
"Okay," she replied.
He lifted up the soft fabric once again to just under her ribs. He placed a warm hand near her bellybutton to get a better look. She shuddered at his touch, which gave him the answer to his question; she was cold because she was a Thanagarian, or half one anyways.
"Your skins so cold," he told her.
"No you're skins hot."
He shook his head; she took after Shay for sure, he thought to himself as he dragged his hand lightly over her soft skin. Bumps began to rise in result to his actions and he smiled to himself.
"That tickled," she laughed quietly.
"Well it's good you still have feeling in that area."
He took his hand and ever so lightly, barely even touching the stitches, placed his index finger on top. Instantaneously she grabbed his hand pulling it away from the gash, and to her hip.
"Now, that really hurt," she said between labored breathes.
"Sorry," he replied pulling her shirt back down, "Well it should be fine by the time we go out for duty, but you need to rest. Your body is still trying to replace the blood it's lost and trying heal."
"Yeah I guess," she was hesitant on wasting another day.
"Don't worry about it, I'll clean up the kitchen, but you have to sleep."
"Ethan, you can't do that I..."
"I don't care what you think," he said jokingly, "Don't make me carry you, how would you're mom feel about that?"
"My mom! OH CRAP!" she cried out, "I forgot to call her," she explained running towards the phone.
('.')
Five minutes later Ethanial was almost done cleaning the dishes, while Ira was trying to hang on her mom.
"Yes, mom I...Okay....OKAY MOM!...... Love you too, bye" she hung up the phone. Ethanial slumped down on the couch beside and she turned to face him, "She was angry that I didn't phone but glad to hear I was okay." She stood up and Ethanial followed her.
"Listen, I want to thank you for doing all this for me. Helping me out last night and this morning, I appreciate it a lot," she thanked him graciously.
"No problem, what are friends for," he answered.
"You're exactly right, and if there is ever anything I can do for you, just let me know and I'll do it on a dime," she promised.
"Just knowing you're okay is enough..."
"No, Ethan I really want to pay you back, okay?"
"Yeah....Hey you should get to bed, I'll be back in another seven hours to get you okay?" he reminded her.
"How could I forget?" she asked sarcastically but smiled.
He opened the door but before he could get out, she caught him in a hug. He reflexively wrapped his arms around her back. Then non-reflexively he slid it up her back, so it was now almost between her wings. He left it to loiter for a bit to long, and she awkwardly pulled away.
"I'll see you tonight then?" he asked.
"Yeah," she replied back quietly as he shut the door.
Next chapter up in a few...
