Wounds

His eyes and hands had returned to normal. I started to feel the pain in my shoulder returning and I clenched my teeth together to stop myself from screaming out.

"I'm going to clean your shoulder and wrap it. I'll need you to sit down. Ok?" He said, his emotions unreadable. I nodded and sat down. My shoulder was bleeding less but not enough to stop it rolling down my back and chest. My shirt was ruined for sure. He uncapped a bottle of rubbing alcohol and its sharp smell wafted out. I had a feeling that the alcohol's normal sting was going to instead burn like crazy. He moved by my shoulder and poured the rubbing alcohol on my shoulder. I let out a stream of curses as it worked its way into the wounds. I looked at him and saw him staring at the blood that dripped from my shoulder. Uneasiness rolled in my stomach but I ignored it.

"Do you want my blood?" I asked quietly. He laughed.

"Yes." I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. What I said next surprised me.

"You can have it." I blurted out. "Just clean the wound out first." Shock and delight covered his face.

"Ok." He replied, grabbed a cloth and a bucket of water. Gently he wiped all the blood off of my shoulder. I sighed. It felt really nice.

"Do you want me to clean your back and chest too?" He asked. I blushed, thinking back to earlier.

"No. I can take a shower later." He nodded, his eyes flickering to the fresh blood bubbling up. Fear and nervousness bubbled up when the demon guy leaned me closer to him. He pushed my hair away from my face and shoulder and kissed me. A warm feeling exploded in my gut. After a while, we slowly pulled away from each other and I looked into his swirling eyes. I realized that his eyes were not black but dark purple. He then kissed my shoulder. Blood coated his lips.