Bad idea bad idea. I really have to stop doing these things on a whim. A moment ago , I scooped up a slab of medicine in my hand and tried to slowly apply it to a cut on his face.
But the moment the medicine touched his cheek, two eyelids opened up to reveal fierce, golden cat eyes. I flinch and stare back at those slightly hazy eyes, frozen in place.
Once the haziness from sleeping disperses, the fierceness also subsided in enlightenment," It's you!" It's seems Leopard remembered me... "Master told me what you did when I was injured! Thank you." He says with overwhelming sincerity.
My heart melts looking at the dazzling little boy with sparkling eyes full of worship. I hesistate, thinking about what to say, but end up just stating my true feeling,"I didn't really do much. I mean, I couldn't even heal your wounds..." Remembering it again makes me feel even more guilty.
The golden-haired boy seems to see my guilt and says worriedly,"No, not at all! If it weren't for you I would have been dead by now!"
I shake my head," You're exaggerating." That line is said so many times in manga, to make the Mc seem like a better person.
"No really!" He sees through my doubt "The magic that you got rid of would of made me bleed out and die before we made it to our doctor!"
"But still, what I did was an incomplete job. My lack of knowledge almost killed you." Not letting him refute, I push him down on the bed, carry the bowl of medicine and place it by him, and start spreading the medicine on the wounds on his face," So just let me finish my job."
He stays quiet, letting me smooth out the medicine paste on his soft, sun-kissed skin. His golden eyes stare at me with unfounded admiration.
After finishing his face I look at his petite body covered in gauze and frown slightly. Part of me is saying I shouldn't touch a stranger's body, but the other side of me is telling me that he's just a little kid and he shouldn't have to do it himself. Then...I'll let him decide.
"I've finished your face. ...Do you want to put the medicine on the rest of your injuries yourself or... do you want me to do it." I ask in an embarrassed tone.
"Ah! Although my wounds aren't life threatening anymore, they still hurt really bad. So can you do it for me? Pretty please?" His cat eyes stare into my soul, melting my heart.
"Ok." I look down to take another scoop of paste in my hand and...by the time I look up, he already removed all the gauze from his body.