Jodie: True TerrorMature

It was past nine...on a freakin' Friday, no less... where was Blake?  Usually we would be catching a stupid action flick and laughing at the crappy effects... our pizza would usually be here by now, but then again...so would he.  We hadn't shared two words to each other since he didn't come back to my place after his "party" with his "friends" and my phone was... not repairable... I was munching on some Cheezies and considering popping in a rom-com, my kleenex box by my side already, when suddenly the doorbell rang.  I was in my baggy sweatpants and a long t-shirt...what the hell, who cares?  I went to open it...and was about to slam it again, right in Blake's stupid face, but I couldn't... 

He looked bad, a scratch running down the side of his head with dried blood caked around it...he had blue and purple bruises under his eyes and on his other jaw.  His nose looked broken in at least two places, and his shirt was all muddy.

"Blake," I began, my voice cracking, when he collapsed in my doorway.  He smelled so strongly of, well, and I had the one guess of whatever happened....someone tried to mug him and get it...or had he just refused to share?  Whatever the case was, he came to me...and he needed my help. Bad. 

I was strong for my size, or so I'd been told, but I'd never really believed it...that was, until I slung Blake over my shoulder and firewoman-carried him to the couch.  "Stay," I ordered to his motionless body, wiping tears from my eyes as I ran to the kitchen to grab an icepack.  He needed band-aids...I sprinted back to the living room and put the icepack on his forehead, pursing my lips before bolting up the stairs to get some band-aids from the bathroom.  After finding a bunch of gauzy ones, I went as fast as I could to be by his side again, feeling like a nurse in a hospital...only nurses weren't allowed to fall in love with their patients...

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"It'll be okay," I crooned, stroking his cheek once I had him all bandaged up.  His eyes were closed and his skin was pale, but he was still breathing.  That was the important thing.  My knees were pulled up to my chest as I sat on the floor, watching him...he took up my whole couch lying like that... He looked like a baby animal like that... a serene little smile on his face, his hair framing it perfectly, his long eyelashes flickering every now and then... I tried to snap myself out of it, but...I just couldn't...

I wondered if he thought of me that way or anything similar when I fell off of the monkey bars in the sixth grade and had a concussion...oh sure, I must've been really sexy throwing up all over him and myself... but he stayed by my side in the nurse's office...

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