The Heartbroken - S01 E152

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The Heartbroken - S01 E152

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 152

“Do you want me to?” I peered up

at him through my lashes. “Fall

madly in love with you.”

The moment the words were out, I

regretted ever opening my mouth

to reply.

He grinned. “Fat chance of that

when you’re the one doing the

saving and I’m the one with the

menstruating foot, eh?”

I didn’t tell him that there was

actually still a pretty good chance.

I was quiet for the rest of the hop-

walk thing we had going on, mostly

because I was trying to distract

myself from his proximity by

mentally singing nursery rhymes to

myself.

The itsy-bitsy spider went up the

water spout. Down came Seth and

—oh, just f--k it.

We both sighed in relief when we

got to the blanket. I had to bend

down and help him sit carefully.

My slightly fogged senses finally

cleared up now that I wasn’t

pressed against his side, so I

straightened back up and asked

him for the car keys. He retrieved

them from his backpack and

handed them to me.

“Don’t you dare touch that wound

until I get back.”

He regarded me with a salute.

“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am.”

Five minutes later, his foot was

propped up on his backpack and I

was leaning closer to examine it

further. The glass was actually a big

piece, and I figured the tweezers

were unnecessary, so I applied

some alcohol to my hands.

“You’re using your hands?” he

asked, giving me a dubious look.

I shushed him to let him know I

preferred working in silence.

The glass was wedged so deeply I

was surprised Seth hadn’t actually

cried. He winced audibly when I

pulled it out, all at once in one quick

pull to lessen the agony.

“Holy shit, this looks like it hurts like

a b---h.”

The piece of glass was green, like it

came from a broken wine bottle. It

was triangular in shape and the

longest side was the size of my

thumb.

“Does it look that bad?”

Judging from the size of the glass

and the bleeding gash, I decided it

was better not to answer that

question.

I began cleaning the wound with

some cotton and disinfectant, his

foot occasionally jerking at the

contact. Whenever I dared a glance

at him, I would find him looking at

the ocean, his jaw tightening as I

applied pressure to the wound.

I started digging around the first

aid kid to look for something I

could wrap it with when he broke

the silence.

“Why did you freak out all of a

sudden?”

I raised an eyebrow and looked up

at him. “Maybe because you

stepped on a deadly piece of

glass?”

“I meant earlier,” he told me with a

shake of his head. “You just… stood

up without warning and literally

bolted. Scared the crap out of me.”

“Oh.” I dropped my gaze and

busied myself by looking for the

medical tape from the box. “That.”

“Yeah,” he said, “that.”

Choosing it was best to shut my

mouth, I started to unroll the gauze

I found instead.

“Was it because you remembered

Cedric?” he asked me when it was

clear I wasn’t going to answer

anytime soon.

“Cedric?” I looked up, my brows

automatically pulling together.

“Why did you think it was because

of him?”