Oh....my....

Without wasting another second, I ran towards Dante and helped him sit on the couch.

Sprinting to the bathroom, I grabbed a few towels and the first aid kit.

When I had gone back to the living room, Dante was slouched on the couch. He was applying pressure to his shoulder, wincing in pain.

"It's okay. I'll help." I said, keeping the towels next to him on the couch.

"It's fine. I can do it myself." He tried convincing me. "I've done it many times before."

I walked closer to him and stopped when I was directly in front of him. Slowly, I held his other shoulder and pulled him towards me a little, trying to find the exit wound.

"You're good. There's an exit wound so we don't have the worry about the bullet." I said, gently pushing him back.

Being a daughter of an assassin and a hacker taught me a lot about bullet wounds. I was always the one helping my parents with their wounds.

We never went to doctors because we couldn't risk getting caught.

You know....since my parents were criminals.....

I sat next to Dante, facing him, so that it would be easier to tend to the wound.

First, I tried to stop the bleeding by taking the towel and pressing it directly against the wound using the palm of my hand.

Since this would continue for at least ten minutes, I thought that he wouldn't feel much pain if I diverted his mind.

"Soooo......how did that happen ?" I asked, dragging the word 'so'.

"You don't have to divert my mind, Azalea. I'm a man. It doesn't even hurt that much." He replied, nonchalantly.

"Oh really ?" I asked, teasingly. I applied a little more pressure on his shoulder; just enough to cause him pain. He winced a little.

"What about that, Mr. I don't feel pain ?" I questioned.

Dante didn't answer me, he only playfully narrowed his eyes at me.

After the bleeding subsided, I opened the first kit and took the alcohol wipes out.

"Remove your shirt." I said, in a bored tone.

He smirked and with that, I knew he was about to some snarky comment.

Before he could do so, I interrupted him. "Shut up....."

"I didn't even say anything !" Dante exclaimed removing one side of his shirt.

"You were about to." I said, helping him with the side that his shoulder was wounded.

When he removed the shirt, I noticed something that I hadn't seen before. There was a tiny red heart tattoed on a long scar that he had on his torso.

I ignored Dante's gaze on me while I cleaned the wound with the alcohol wipe. When I was doing so, I felt déjà vu.

I thought of the stranger that I had helped in the alley. Didn't that man get stabbed in that exact same place ? And.....wasn't his name Dante too ?

Could he be Dante ? That was a possibility, wasn't it ? No..it can't be..

Ignoring my assumptions, I continued what I was doing.

"Do you want to stitch the wound up yourself ?" I asked Dante, who was now very close passing out.

"No....you....do it...." He answered, weakly.

"Alright." I said and started stitching up the wound.

A few minutes later, I was done and proceeded to apply gauze to the wound.

I wrapped it around the wound to apply pressure. I didn't wrap too tightly otherwise he would lose circulation of the blood.

"I'm done." I said with a sigh. I looked at Dante only to see him sleeping.

"Hey....wake up." I whispered. "Get up, Dante" I said, now a little louder.

"Hey, Danny Whanny !" I shouted.

Dante woke up with a start and looked around. He looked at his shoulder and then at me.

"Thanks." He softly said.

"It's alright. Sleep." I smiled warmly.

"Do you want to sleep here, or your bed ? I can get a blanket for you if you'd like." I told him, helping him lay down.

"I'll sleep here."

I nodded and climbed up the stairs, going straight to his room. I pulled off the blankets from his bed and went towards the couch.

He was already soundly sleeping, slightly snoring.

Not wanting to disturb him, I carefully placed the blanket on him. When I turned around to go to the kitchen to make the dinner warm for us, I felt a tug on my arm.

"Stay...." was the one word Dante said.

"I'm going to make the dinner warm for us. I'll come back." I whispered.

"No....stay...." He repeated.

I gave in and sat next to where his head was. After a few moments, he slowly but painfully lifted his head and placed it in my lap.

Looking at him struggling, I helped place his head into a comfortable position.

I started running my fingers through his hair, making a small smile creep into his face.

Oh, I'm gonna tease him for that !

Awhile later, he slept again. Feeling tired myself, I looked at the time.

Just 10 minutes.....

Yeah right.... 'cause we all know how that's going to go....

Half an hour later, I woke up feeling hungry. Thinking that Dante would probably be hungry too, I gently placed his head on one of the couch cushions.

Getting up from the couch, I went to the kitchen and made the good hot. Before leaving, Estella prepared Chinese soup and noodles.

I took out two bowls and plates and served both of us a little of both.

Walking to living room, for what felt like the hundredth time today, I placed the dishes on the table and gently shook Dante awake.

"Why'd you go ?" Dante asked, rubbing his eyes.

"I had to reheat the food." I replied.

He nodded and I gave the bowl of soup to him.

"Here."

"My arm is wounded. I don't think I can eat by myself, so you'll have to feed me." Dante said, smiling sheepishly.

"Nah, your dominant hand is your right one. Your left arm is hurt, you'll be able to eat on you're own." I said to him, proud of my observation skills.

"Estella always feeds me food when I'm unwell. Plus, I took care of you're drunk self last night, didn't I ?" He argued.

"Fine." I said, huffing. "I'm only returning the favor."

"Sure, you are....." Dante said, smirking. "Admit it. You care about me...."

Rolling my eyes, I replied back "Yeah, right....pfftt...."

But that's when I asked myself the same question.

I care for him... don't I ?

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