#05 | Kiss
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed running up to him and kneeling down beside the small makeshift infirmary cot. "Are you all right?" Tears formed in her eyes as she assessed his wounds. It looked like he'd been pretty badly cut with a sword several times and stabbed in the side with a dagger. How he was still awake and breathing was a miracle. Their reinforcements were supposed to have shown up ten minutes ago.
He gave her a weak smile, his eyes half-closed as he gazed up at her.
He swallowed hard before asking, "How about that kiss?" in a quiet voice.
"I—" She started, blinking, the tears spilling over.
"They're here! Our reinforcements are here! We need everyone not helping the wounded fighting now if this is going to work!" Someone else ordered before dashing out, unsheathing his sword.
She took his hand tightly in both of hers.
"Just stay alive and then I'll give you that kiss." She propositioned, but before he could answer, she stood up, picked up her bow she'd dropped when she'd knelt next to him and quickly ran out, readying an arrow.
I'm going to catch up this weekend. Sorry, guys. I know I'm ten behind...
Thank you for everything,
TheBrightestNight