Page 44 of The General's Captive
Which reminded me,
“Taylor died.” At this he gritted his teeth and replied,
“I know.” Because what more could we say on the matter, neither of us had wanted a single death to befall the base but it felt wrong talking about a person we both didn’t like. We wouldn’t mourn her but that didn’t mean she deserved to die.
“Did many escape?” he looked at me then his hazel eyes soft and full of emotion,
“Yeah, we managed to save a lot of people.” The relief hearing this made me sink back into the seat.
“You must have walked for hours.” He said after we passed a sign I missed.
“Why, how far are we?”
“You made it about halfway I would say.” He replied before nodding down to my leg seeing the dried blood and asking,
“Is it my turn to play doctor this time?” I laughed at that and said,
“Tis but a scratch.” In a British accent as he loved Monty Python making him chuckle. But then he pulled over and I frowned,
“What are you doing?” he didn’t answer me, instead he got out of the truck and walked around the back. I looked over my shoulder when I heard him reaching in the trunk for what lookedlike a first aid kit. Then he walked back to me opened my door and handed me a lifeline. The bottle of water was one I could have kissed him for…That was if I wasn’t all gross.
“Never leave home without it.” He said giving the small kit a shake and making me smile. He often teased me calling me the vet, where I would usually bark at him, reminding him of what he thought the first time I told him that. Sometimes I would pat him on the top of the head and tell him he was a good boy.
“Right, come on then cute girl, time to take your pants off.” At this my mouth dropped as I sucked back a breath before wheezing out,
“What?”to which he smirked at me and tapped my chin in a playful way,
“You should see your face. Damn your cute. Now stop fucking around and slide your pants off so I can get to that cut on your leg. We don’t want it getting infected.” I scoffed at this and said,
“I’m sure it’s fine.”
“Is that what you would say to me?” he countered making me roll my eyes before admitting,
“No.”
“Exactly, now come on times a’ tickin’ babe.” He said making me sigh before reaching for my belt. Then I gave him a pointed look to which he folded his arms and nodded down at my lap telling me he was waiting. I rolled my eyes again and tugged my waistband down, the flash of my panties something he didn’t miss as his gaze heated at the sight. But then they lowered to my cut, making me hiss as the material had stuck to it.
“Well good news is you’re not gonna die.” He said just after I had finished downing two thirds of the bottle needing something to do to cool me down.
“Ha, ha. Yes, I gathered that on account of not bleeding to death.” I retorted.
“Well now thanks to you, I know what to do should I ever be in that position again.”
“Why, you gonna try start a new sport of wrestling with Myths in your spare time?” I asked, as he opened the bag and pulled out some gauze now chuckling at my comment.
“Well, I was on the high school wrestling team.” I rolled my eyes at this and muttered,
“Of course you were.”He grinned at that before tipping some of my water on the pad and using it to clean away the dried blood.
“Oh come, I bet you were a cheerleader.” I snorted a laugh at this and said,
“Erh, try the science club.” He scoffed and said,
“But of course, you were one of the nerds.” To which I flicked at his muscles and said,
“You wanna talk about stereotypes, Mr Jock?” his grin said it all. But then he tossed away the gauze and tore open an antiseptic wipe, wiping the wound gently as I gritted my teeth. But then his gaze wandered to my bare legs.
“I’m assuming that’s the reason your limping?” he asked nodding down at my thigh. I looked to find the fresh bruise there, the deep red tone from the oxygen-rich blood pooling under my skin. I shrugged my shoulders and said,
