Fast Food Madness: The Epic Return V2

Roxas wasn't sure. For one thing, his shoulder hurt pretty badly, and if the injury was ugly, he didn't want Namine to see it. But the thing was, he didn't know how well he could clean his shoulder on his own, considering the place of injury. He probably would need Namine's help...

 

When Roxas didn't respond, Namine assumed that he changed his mind and would let her help him. It looked like he could use it, even if it was just her getting the supplies. Of course, she would clean it too, if he needed her to. "...I'll go get the stuff," she said softly, waiting a few seconds before breaking the silence to say that sentence.

 

Roxas nodded, lowering his eyes slightly. He hated that Namine had to help him when she was clearly the one that needed care. His shoulder hurt, yeah, but it wasn't more important than her. But if I don't look at it now, it'll only give me a disadvantage against Smith, Roxas thought logically. It was probably best that he examined the wound now, instead of later when it could possibly get much worse.

 

Namine noticed Roxas's faint nod, she she started walk, going around the couch and then to the hall. There was a bathroom there, so she would grab the necessary washcloth and disinfectant from there instead of going through her bedroom and to her own bathroom.

 

Roxas lifted his eyes then, watching Namine leave until he turned his attention back to himself. He turned his head to his left to look down at his shoulder, biting his lip. It was aching pretty badly, and he wasn't sure how the injury was. Looking at it now, he could see a little of the blood from his injury coming through the cloth of his top jacket. And the blood that was along his arm only proved that it probably wasn't good.

 

A minute or two later, Namine had what she needed--a wet wash cloth, disinfectant spray, and wrap, though she didn't think it would be enough to cover the injury, whatever it was. Nevertheless, she had it in her grip as she came back down the hallway and into the living room, seeing Roxas still in the room.

 

Roxas push his short-sleeve up a little, seeing that the blood only traveled further up his arm, like he had thought. He made a face of discomfort at the sight, slowly pulling his sleeve back down. He knew he was going to to have to do more than that, though, to clean the wound.

 

Namine quietly took her seat on the couch again, sitting in front of Roxas, who was still sitting on the coffee table. She set everything but the wet cloth on the ground, her eyes wandering from those items to Roxas's face. Was he going to let her help him, or was he going to try it himself?

 

Roxas looked up when he saw Namine sit in front of him again, also locating the supplies she had with her. He had a feeling he would definitely be needing it. He looked up at her eyes and expressed a small amount of gratitude through his own, then seeing the question written on her face. He could see that she was wondering if she needed to help him, and he really didn't know. The only way to find out would be to see how severe the wound was.

 

Namine's gaze wandered to the trail of blood on Roxas's arm, remembering that when she came in, she had seen him lifting up his sleeve and revealing that the trail was pretty long. That must have meant that the wound was on his shoulder, not his arm. And if there were the case, then Roxas would need to take off his shirt to have the wound taken care of.

 

Roxas started to take off his cream-colored top, having no problem getting it off his right shoulder. His left shoulder, however, was another story. He winced, squeezing his eyes shut for a second before turning his gaze to that shoulder. He got his right arm out of his sleeve, so he started to gently pull his jacket down from his shoulder so that it wouldn't sting.

 

Namine lowered her gaze to the ground, bringing a hand to the side of her head without thought when she felt dizzy. Don't let it get to you, she told herself, blinking to try and make it disappear. Of course, it wasn't that easy, since she now knew what the cause of this dizziness was. Smith, the man who tormented her both in real life and in her dreams. She shut her eyes, exhaling a breath as she tried not to feel so lightheaded.

 

Roxas finally was able to pull the fabric away from his shoulder, taking the cream-colored top off completely and now just wearing his black high-collared tank. He looked back to his shoulder, seeing that it was still bleeding, despite the fact that he had gotten hurt a while ago. But he couldn't really see the wound, just the blood.

 

Namine kept her eyes shut, aware that it was getting worse. Stop it! she mentally cried unsure of if Smith could hear her or not. She couldn't hear him, but what if he heard her? Did he know how miserable he was making her feel? Namine leaned back into the couch, her fingers in her hair as she kept her hand on the side of her face.

 

Roxas caught movement out of the corner of his eye, turning his head to face forward. He saw Namine and the way she seemed to be holding her head, which instantly triggered an alarm within him. "Namine?" he called. What if Smith was messing with her again?

 

"I'm alright," Namine murmured, keeping her eyes closed even when she felt Roxas looking at her. The dizziness wasn't getting any worse now, though it was still pretty bad. It wasn't quite as bad as what she had experienced earlier that day, though, when she felt like she could have fainted from feeling so lightheaded.

 

Roxas had his right hand on his upper arm, having paused mid-inspection to see if Namine was alright. She said she was, but he kept his gaze on her, his eyebrows furrowing. Smith was messing with her again, and that only made Roxas want to find him even more.

 

Namine exhaled a breath through her nose, forcing herself to ignore the dizziness, just as she had been doing for the past week or so. She opened her eyes and leaned forward a little out of the back of the couch, her eyes wandering from Roxas's face to his arm.

 

Roxas's eyes lingered on Namine, but then he followed her gaze to his arm again. The sleeve of his black shirt covered most of his shoulder, but he could see the cut in the fabric from where Smith had gotten him, and it was damp with blood. Great.

 

Namine tilted her head slightly, blinking when her vision tilted a little more because of the dizziness. She tried to ignore it, instead trying to see where the wound was. From her position, she couldn't see the tear in Roxas's shirt, or how it was stained with blood.