Day Five: Wounds
This goes out to Epicminion because she drew an awesome picture that inspired the prompt. :)
"Yo Maka, come here."
She looked up from her book, slightly agitated that she was being bothered by her weapon, but curious as well. They were both stuck in the infirmary and heavily bandaged (believe it or not, it was because Maka of all people decided to be adventurous and go exploring on a side of a cliff after they were done with their mission. Not the best idea) and Soul was playing around on his phone nearly the entire two days they were there.
She could only guess what he was doing. He was addicted to Temple Run for a while, then moved on to Flappy Bird when that monstrosity of an app came out. He also liked to be on Instagram too, but the only reason he even had the app was because Liz made everyone get it. Maka herself only went on it every once in a while, but she didn't care for it nearly as much as Soul did.
But if it wasn't Instagram, it was Twitter (never ever mention Facebook. Too many people stalked him and now he is scarred.) He switched from one thing to another, and she could never guess what his new obsession was. The dork was addicted to his phone and no one can convince her otherwise.
Maka glanced at her weapon, who looked at her with great impatience and expectance. She rolled her eyes and carefully, carefully got out of bed, not really caring to ask what in the world was up with him. She already popped a stitch when she went to cuddle with Soul after a particularly bad dream while they were there, and she doesn't want Nygus to yell at her again. The hospital didn't necessarily have a good connotation with her.
She walked to Soul's bed, holding her open hospital gown in the back. Soul patted the spot next to him, wanting her to lie down next to him. She complied, and failed to fight back a blush when he wrapped his neon green cast clad arm around her shoulder, careful of the bandage.
"What the hell do you want Soul? Decide you got tired of your phone for once?" Maka was in no doubt flustered, but was very curious about what he was up too.
He held up his phone, a large and infuriating smile plastering his bruised face, "Not at all. Take a picture with me."
He was straightforward and would not take no for an answer, so Maka begrudgingly gave the cheesiest smile she could and winked into the camera, Soul himself giving a toothy grin. Her face hurt, and she had no doubt that Soul was in pain because he broke his nose while they explored the cliff (they totally did not fall off of it. That's ridiculous.) It hurt to talk let alone smile.
But she did it anyways because Soul was a dork who liked selfies and who was she to deny him the self-confidence it gave him?
She looked onto his phone, watching him fiddle with the filters on Instagram. After he found one that masked the bad bruises on their faces, and made her eyes look very pretty (she was kind of please about that) he typed in a caption and uploaded the picture. Maka jabbed him in the stomach with her finger because she was not at all pleased with the caption, but all he did in return was laugh and give her a soft smile, because he got to do ridiculous things with her and he loved it. He wanted the whole world to know he loved it.
She smiled back and read the caption again, shaking her head because it was an absurd situation she got them in and she was kind of glad it happened.