I’m going to come!” I force myself to say.
“Come where?” He moves closer, and our knees bump harder just as a wind blows into the room, tickling my bare skin.
I do my best to bite back a moan.
Yuki gazes at me in horror.
I alternately glare and beg him with my eyes.
I’ve never seen Yuki move so fast after that. “Clinic,” he half shouts as he jumps out of his seat. “Ms. Chambers, I need to take senpai to the clinic for a nosebleed.” He hits my face with a handkerchief, strong enough that my nose actually starts to bleed.
The weird sensation stops.
Ms. Chambers’ lips part in shock. “Oh, dear, of course.”
Yuki turns to me and his own eyes widen when he sees me clutching his handkerchief, which is fast turning from white to pink to red. “Y-you’re bleeding.”
“Like you said,” I say. My nose hurts like hell, but I can’t stop my lips from trembling. Yuki’s face is almost comical in its shock. I guess gods like Yuki aren’t used to making mistakes.
Yuki practically carries me into the clinic, shouldering its door open.
A row of red high-backed seats is lined up against the wall, facing the nurse’s desk and an industrial scale that’s huge enough to weigh bodybuilding Siamese twins.
Yuki drops me on the first vacant chair he reaches. “Nurse,” he bellows even though Nurse Simmons is just across the desk.
“I hear you perfectly fine, boy,” Nurse Simmons grouches. She gives me a passing glance. “You just need to stop the bleeding and you’ll be fine.”
“She’s not fine,” Yuki snaps at her even though he doesn’t take his horrified gaze off me.
“It’s okay, Yuki,” I try to assure him.
“It’s not okay!” Yuki looks like he wants to glare and grimace at the same time.
When Nurse Simmons comes to my side with cotton balls, Yuki squats down and carefully takes the handkerchief from my hands. He whitens when he bares my nose to his gaze.
“It’s just a nosebleed,” I say between unmoving lips. I’ve always had a sensitive nose so this isn’t new to me. I know that if I speak too much or sniff too hard I might end up snorting everything back, and the blood would travel past my tonsils and arrive at my taste buds. And yes, it’s as yucky as it sounds. More so, actually.
Yuki swats Nurse Simmons’ hands away when she reaches for my face. He grabs a cotton ball from her tray so he can tend to me personally.
Must not laugh, I remind myself even as my lips twitch.
“Well, I’ll never!” Nurse Simmons drops her medical tray on the seat next to me with a bang.
We both ignore her.
“Are you okay?” he asks again.
I take over pressing the cotton ball to my nose. “I’m good.”
Yuki keeps staring at me and I start to feel self-conscious. Having a cotton ball jammed into one of my nostrils doesn’t exactly paint a pretty picture.
“Stop staring at me. I know I look gross.”
He doesn’t seem to have heard me. “I’m so sorry.” It’s my first time to hear him speak English with such a strong accent. Apparently, his Japanese side comes out when he’s nervous.
“It’s really okay, Yuki.” I try to think of a way to lighten his mood. He looks like he’s about to commit hara-kiri any moment. “You make a good nurse.”
Nurse Simmons, who’s counting plasters a few feet away from us, snorts.
We both ignore her again.
“I’ve had practice.”
I blink. He has practice hitting women?
“No, not like that,” Yuki
“Come where?” He moves closer, and our knees bump harder just as a wind blows into the room, tickling my bare skin.
I do my best to bite back a moan.
Yuki gazes at me in horror.
I alternately glare and beg him with my eyes.
I’ve never seen Yuki move so fast after that. “Clinic,” he half shouts as he jumps out of his seat. “Ms. Chambers, I need to take senpai to the clinic for a nosebleed.” He hits my face with a handkerchief, strong enough that my nose actually starts to bleed.
The weird sensation stops.
Ms. Chambers’ lips part in shock. “Oh, dear, of course.”
Yuki turns to me and his own eyes widen when he sees me clutching his handkerchief, which is fast turning from white to pink to red. “Y-you’re bleeding.”
“Like you said,” I say. My nose hurts like hell, but I can’t stop my lips from trembling. Yuki’s face is almost comical in its shock. I guess gods like Yuki aren’t used to making mistakes.
Yuki practically carries me into the clinic, shouldering its door open.
A row of red high-backed seats is lined up against the wall, facing the nurse’s desk and an industrial scale that’s huge enough to weigh bodybuilding Siamese twins.
Yuki drops me on the first vacant chair he reaches. “Nurse,” he bellows even though Nurse Simmons is just across the desk.
“I hear you perfectly fine, boy,” Nurse Simmons grouches. She gives me a passing glance. “You just need to stop the bleeding and you’ll be fine.”
“She’s not fine,” Yuki snaps at her even though he doesn’t take his horrified gaze off me.
“It’s okay, Yuki,” I try to assure him.
“It’s not okay!” Yuki looks like he wants to glare and grimace at the same time.
When Nurse Simmons comes to my side with cotton balls, Yuki squats down and carefully takes the handkerchief from my hands. He whitens when he bares my nose to his gaze.
“It’s just a nosebleed,” I say between unmoving lips. I’ve always had a sensitive nose so this isn’t new to me. I know that if I speak too much or sniff too hard I might end up snorting everything back, and the blood would travel past my tonsils and arrive at my taste buds. And yes, it’s as yucky as it sounds. More so, actually.
Yuki swats Nurse Simmons’ hands away when she reaches for my face. He grabs a cotton ball from her tray so he can tend to me personally.
Must not laugh, I remind myself even as my lips twitch.
“Well, I’ll never!” Nurse Simmons drops her medical tray on the seat next to me with a bang.
We both ignore her.
“Are you okay?” he asks again.
I take over pressing the cotton ball to my nose. “I’m good.”
Yuki keeps staring at me and I start to feel self-conscious. Having a cotton ball jammed into one of my nostrils doesn’t exactly paint a pretty picture.
“Stop staring at me. I know I look gross.”
He doesn’t seem to have heard me. “I’m so sorry.” It’s my first time to hear him speak English with such a strong accent. Apparently, his Japanese side comes out when he’s nervous.
“It’s really okay, Yuki.” I try to think of a way to lighten his mood. He looks like he’s about to commit hara-kiri any moment. “You make a good nurse.”
Nurse Simmons, who’s counting plasters a few feet away from us, snorts.
We both ignore her again.
“I’ve had practice.”
I blink. He has practice hitting women?
“No, not like that,” Yuki
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