—Kinny—
The eeriness around Twelve was unnerving me. The way his movements were rigid as He stood abruptly and asked what my attackers had used, he looked like he wanted to tast blood. I knew that look all to well. I fought the memories as hard as I could, and lowered my eyes to the floor.
I was too defeated, too exhausted to say anything. I simply, and painfully tore the gauze back enough to give him a view of my hack job, wincing slightly when the tape pulled at the tender skin.
I heard a sharp intake of breath and my eyes shot up. It was subtle, but I caught the tick in his jaw as soon as his eyes met the wound. Words refused to escape my mouth, but I doubt he would have heard. He pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and typed furiously on his phone before placing it to his ear. The phone only rang once before someone on the other line answered.
"Kirsten, get Docky and meet me at the address I just sent you." Click. He didn't even wait for Kirsten to answer. I stared up at him and as soon as his eyes met mine, he shoved his phone back into the front pocket of his jeans. His eyes refocused on the first aid kit laying open on the glass coffee table, and reached for it, rummaging through the contents.
Once he found what he was looking for, a bottle of antiseptic, he turned towards me and carefully peeled off the gauze. I held my hand out to him and he shook his head, throwing the old gauze on the ground. He opened the bottle, and placed a cotton ball over it, tipping the contents over, soaking it. Once the cool sting of the antiseptic hit the stitches, I was snapped out of my trance.
I let out a low hiss, followed by several whimpers as he continued to clean the wound. He tensed after each one, but said nothing, and once he was done, he placed a new piece of gauze over the stitches with such tender care, I felt tears form in my eyes. I'd only known that type of care from mama, and she was gone long ago, before I was even thirteen.
Twelve's tenderness towards me was intoxicating and I couldn't help but take in a deep breath, capturing the deep, woodsy scent coming from him.
It felt sudden, though I couldn't say for sure, but the silence of my apartment wasn't so unnerving anymore, and it felt semi peaceful.
There wasn't a need to keep a conversation going, no need to fill a silence surrounded by peace, and, well, my mind was only able to focus on the rugged, quiet biker in front of me. There weren't customers to put on a show for, and I felt myself cracking even more.
It didn't last much longer, because soon enough three loud knocks came from my door. Twelve motioned for me to stay in my spot, and turned towards the door. I wasn't expecting whoever he called to appear so fast, but Kirsten, and who I assumed was Docky burst through the door, nearly knocking Twelve over.
Twelve stumbled a bit at Kirsten's abbraisiveness, but recovered instantly, pulling them to the side. He spoke in a hushed tone, but his features were firm, and his expression was blaringly loud. Examine. Her.