✦ ——— OLLIE ┋ continuation ❜
THE WAY HIS WORDS SEETHE AND POP OFF HIS LIPS, SHE KNOWS HE’S ANGERED WITH HIMSELF. yet he has a difficult way of letting others catch that drift. if it wasn’t for overabundance of years that she had known him, she would be fighting back with her own set of not so prudent words. ‘ stop being such a hardass. ’ to her own sentence she can’t help the shake of her head and the exasperated belt of air that came out in a loud sigh to part from her lips. ‘ forget i said that. it’s like asking you not to breathe. ’ hands work effortlessly as if she had specific training in this area. maybe it’s because for days on end she spent most of her life at a hospital. you’ll learn a thing or two from mere observation.
‘ i know you’re capable of fixing yourself up but i WANT to help so just let me. ’ there was a hint of pleading in her tone as fingers dabbed at the opened slice daggered down his forearm. light colored eyes match his own intensity and she’s trying to not look away but the color of his orbs are soaking up the dim lit room’s ambience. so intimidating without really meaning to be. ‘ i’m staying and i’m going to be your care taker. i don’t even know why you bother trying to stop me. if you didn’t want me here you could have left me on the side of the road by the restaurant. ’ she laughs as she’s continuing to clean the gash.
‘ might want to pour yourself a drink. or better yet, pour me one. i’m going to need one after i hear your screaming. ’ between her free hand’s fingers she’s examining the miniscule hole of the sewing needle. ‘ should have mentioned with your free hand, dummy. ’ the middle aged woman comments, rolling her eyes all with a lazy grin to her face before concentration kicks into gear. eyes precisely gauging just how much stitching this injury is going to need. squatting down in front of the chair oliver occupies, she’s rummaging through the extensive first aid kit’s odds and ends.