AN: Yay, I finally updated, sorry for the wait.
Malon giggled and walked over to Link and poked his nose, "it's a secret," she went over to the trap door in the floor and took turned around to look one last time at the two boys before she left; she winked at Link who was still staring at her confused.
"Well," Link said after a moment of silence, "how about we tend to those wounds now."
"How about not." Sheik said quickly; he crossed his arms and looked away from the other blond, still sitting lazily in the chair.
"Oh?" Link raised an eyebrow, "So you want to get infected, a very high fever and potentially die? Is that it?"
You have no idea, Sheik thought, but instead replied, "No."
"Then I'm going to have to clean and bandage your wounds for you."
"No," Sheik said, "don't even think about coming near me."
Link sat silent for a while his mind racing in his head. After quite some time, he got up and took one of the rags off the table and dipped it in the water. He squeezed the excess water from it and grabbed some bandages and sat down on the end of Sheik's bed, ignoring the boy's protests.
"If," he started quietly, staring into Sheik's eyes, "you're afraid of me trying to take advantage of you because I know what you do, you don't have to be worried. I don't take advantage of people, nor do I force myself on them. If you don't wish for me to tend to your wounds, then at least let me help you if you need it, and tend to the ones you can't reach." He extended his hand out to Sheik holding the wet rag and the bandage. "Deal?"
Sheik looked from Link, to the items in his hands. He wasn't completely convinced he could trust the man, but he knew Malon wouldn't leave him in the care of a stranger, so he decided to trust Link for the time being, and he would be very cautious around him.
"Alright," Sheik finally agreed. He took the bandage out of Link's and first and set it down beside him. Then he grabbed the rag and worked on cleaning the cuts and scrapes on his arms and legs.
Link got up and pulled the chair from to window so it was right beside the bed. He picked up the bowl of water and sat down in the chair so it was easier for Sheik to rinse the rag. He watched as Sheik cleaned all of his wounds that he could reach on his legs, and the water turned redder and muddier each time Sheik rinsed the rag.
Sheik was a bit hesitant to take off his shirt but did so anyway so Link wouldn't question him and so he could clean the cuts easier. He pulled the material over his head and took off his hat as well.
Link was surprised that what he thought was a one-piece suit, was actually two. He noticed that Sheik was a bit too skinny, but his body was well defined in all the right places. And once again he watched the red-eyed boy carefully clean the cuts on his tanned chest.
When Sheik was just finishing up his chest Link spoke, "Are you ready?" he asked.
Sheik paused at what he was doing and looked up at Link, "R-ready for what?" he asked nervously.
Link stared at Sheik for a second, his eyebrow raised, "Ready for me to help you," he responded calmly.
"Oh, um," the smaller blond said and looked away, a light blush on his cheeks, "I guess so." He handed Link the rag and looked his in the eyes this time. "Let's get this over and done with."