The Heartbroken - S01 E151

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The Heartbroken - S01 E151

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 151

He did, ungracefully falling on his

butt as he struggled to sit down

with one foot suspended in mid-

air.

I gave the wound a closer look,

trying to see past all the blood. I

could hear the blood pounding

against my ears, making it hard for

me to focus on the task at hand,

but I forced myself to stop

panicking and focus on Seth’s foot.

I prodded it gently with a finger,

but he flinched almost instinctively.

“A piece of glass got stuck,” I told

him. “Is it supposed to bleed this

much? I don’t think it’s supposed to

bleed this much. Is it? I should—I

should—there’s a—f--k, wait, I

don’t—”

“Kyla,” he said, unnervingly calm,

“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 blinked, his eyebrows shooting

way up his forehead, and after a

few seconds of stunned silence, he

burst out laughing.

“What?” I all but screeched at him.

“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 suddenly thankful for the lack

of light, if only to hide the blush

that quickly crept its way to my

cheeks. “I told you not to follow

me,” I pointed out to him. “If you

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?”

His concern washed over me,

making my cheeks burn even

hotter.

F--k. I’m so screwed.

I heaved a sigh, knowing it was

futile to argue with him. Quietly, I

muttered, “You’re an idiot.”

“I was just worried,” he reasoned.

“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). He draped one arm over my

shoulders for support, sending me

a small apologetic look and we set

out to return to our spot.

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. I was surprised I hadn’t already

fainted, considering that the fact

that he was mostly pressed against

me made breathing a chore that

took a lot of deliberate effort.

“This sucks,” he said under his

breath.

“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.”

“You want me to get hurt

instead?”

“I’m not saying that.” He frowned.

“It’s just that if this was a movie or

a novel or whatever, I would be

carrying you 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 but the look on

his face told me he was only joking.

“Can’t help but love it when the guy

saves the girl and she falls madly in

love with him.”