\\S T O L E N// (Gray)

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Remind me to never dance with you, then," she said with a grin.

[Grayzers]

He chuckled, "Im not a bad dancer. I'm just, no very graceful." He said, offering a small smile.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Aria shook her head, smiling faintly, as she finished wrapping his shoulder. She secured it with one of those little clip things and then leaned back. "All done."

[Grayzers]

He glanced down at his shoulder, offering her a small smile. "Thank you." He said softly

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"We should get you to bed," Aria said. "You need to rest."

[Grayzers]

"I cant sleep covered in blood." He chuckled.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"A bath, then," Aria said. "Because you can't take a shower."

[Grayzers]

He sighed, "So bossy." He said, smiling in the slightest. He grunted in pain as he used the door to very slowly, struggle to his feet.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Aria didn't respond to that. She slipped his good arm around her shoulders so she could help support him.

[Grayzers]

"Thank you again..." he said. "I didnt want you to see anything like this..."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Aria was silent for a moment. Then she said, "What did you want?"

[Grayzers]

"I just... I wanted to make you laugh and smile. I wanted this to be peaceful."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Aria shook her head. "Things never go to plan."

[Grayzers]

"Sometimes they do." He smiled softly, heading for his bathroom with her aid

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

When they reached it, Aria shut the door and lowered him into the tub. She almost fell over from his weight, but she managed to grab the edge and keep herself from toppling on top of him.

[Grayzers]

He grunted, wincing as he sat down in the tub. "I think I'll be fine from here." He said, blushing lightly.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Aria nodded, suddenly eager to get out of the bathroom. "Just call me if you need any help," she said before scurrying out the door.

[Grayzers]

"Thank you!" He called after her, watching her go. He knew that she was the one... whether she believed it or not

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Aria paused in his bedroom, torn between saying close and escaping the awkwardness of being in his room. Eventually she sat down on the edge of his bed, her legs crossed at her ankles.

[Grayzers]

He struggled to get free of his shorts and boxers, then ran warm water, washing his body with his good arm. There was so much blood. It was disgusting really.