The Heartbroken - S01 E136

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The Heartbroken - S01 E136

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 136

I quickly crouched down to examine his foot as well. I shuddered at the sight of blood pouring out of a slightly long gash on his foot. “Oh, shit,” I breathed out. “Sit down.”

“No, it’s–”

“Sit down,” I repeated in a firmer voice.

He did, ungracefully falling on his butt as he struggled to sit down with one foot suspended in mid-air.

I looked closer at the wound. There was so much blood. “A piece of glass got stuck,” I said. “Is it supposed to bleed this much? Oh, my gosh, I don’t think it’s supposed to. Is this normal? I should–I should–there’s a– f--k, wait, I don’t–”

“Kyla,” he said, unnervingly collected, “calm down.” He was eyeing me carefully. “It’s nothing big.”

“Are you kidding?” My face, I was sure, scrunched up into a deep scowl. “It’s like–like your foot is on its f-----g period. On the second day!”

He looked surprised at first, eyes wide but amused, mouth agape. After a few seconds of stunned silence, he burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?” I nearly yelled at him, torn between feeling irritated and feeling concerned.

“You’re freaking out,” he said in between laughs. He settled down with a smile that took my breath away. “It’s kind of cute.”

I was thankful for the fact that we were in a spot that wasn’t as well-lit as the other areas. I hoped the shadows hid the blush that was spreading across my face. “I told you not to follow me,” I pointed out to him, focusing on the gash on his foot. “If you had listened to me, you never would have stepped on this f-----g piece of glass.”

He winced a little as I gingerly touched the area around his wound. “What? Like I could just sit there and wait?”

“You’re an idiot,” I said quietly. My insides were twisting so much it hurt, warmth spreading all over me as his concern washed over me.

I was screwed.

“Do you have a first aid kit in your car?”

When he answered yes, I helped him get to his feet (or, you know, foot) and there was a moment when we both tried to figure out what to do, before I decided he would have to hop on one foot all the way back to the blanket. He draped one arm over my shoulders for support, sending me a small apologetic smile.

I could tell he was trying not to put too much of his weight on me, but it still took some effort for both of us as we made our way back to the blanket.

“This sucks,” he said under his breath as he did another hop.

We were closer to our spot now. I could see the blanket spread out just a few meters away.

“If you just stayed back, this wouldn’t have happened,” I told him again.

He scowled. “This was supposed to be the other way around.”

The fact that he was mostly pressed against me made breathing a chore that took a lot of deliberate effort. I was surprised I hadn’t already fainted. “You wantmeto get hurt instead?”

“I’m not saying that.” He frowned. “It’s just that if this was a movie or a novel or whatever,Iwould be carrying you right now and you’d be crying because, you know, you’re the one with the menstruating foot.”

“Only if it was a sexist movie,” I told him, trying to fight a smile as he referred to his wound the way I had described it earlier.

His frown was replaced by an amused smile, forcing me to look away immediately. “They’re my favorite,” he said. “Can’t help but love it when the guy saves the girl and she falls madly in love with him.”