Helanie:
"To my room," I uttered, pointing at my room. He was walking closely behind , his heavy footsteps sounding like a monster enraged.
He was so tall and big that I felt his presence like a whole-ass tower hovering behind .
"I know where the room is. I live here," he muttered under his breath, more like answering to himself.
I opened the door, and he stared at , then inside before stepping in first. I followed and closed the door.
The instant I turned on the lights, the outside view looked even darker.
"You sit here, I will go get the aid box," I pointed at the cozy sofa with the lamp.
"And you thought if you didn’t tell , I would sit on the toilet?" he grumpily complained, sitting down on the couch next to the bed instead.
Of course, he did. The other couch could only make space for him.
"Okay, now!" I pouted, opening the box that was already here when I arrived.
"Umm, we will clean your wound," I snapped my fingers and grabbed a sponge.
He sat like a child forced to take part in a play.
His gigantic hands on his knees, his fingers tapping restlessly.
I stood in front of him, hunching just a little, as even when sitting, he was pretty much my size.
I had to awkwardly stare at his face while he stared at mine.
I started dabbing the sponge around his wound, cleaning the area.
After I had cleaned his face with the most awkward eye contact that I tried avoiding, I grabbed another sponge to now use so ointnt to clean it.
I could tell he was already not satisfied.
I bent down in front of him a little once more, my face at his face level.
Once I touched the sponge to his wound, he winced, but he didn’t even flinch, it seed forced.
That’s when my hand motion slowed down, and I accidentally looked into his eyes since he kept staring at shalessly right in the eye.
He cleared his throat and finally looked away, but stared at the ceiling instead now.
"Now!" I straightened my back and tapped my finger on my chin, wondering what to do next.
No one has ever given aid before. The only ti I did get any care was whenever I was passed out.
So it was pretty much sothing I had to do for the first ti in person. I was scared I was pressing too hard or not cleaning it right.
I finally realized what I needed to do.
"Now I will stitch the wound," as soon as I said that out loud, I watched him jump like he had a mouse in his clothes.
"No!" he yelled, stepping away from and snatching the box in front of before I could reach it.
"Have you gone nuts? Do you think we are playing doctor-nurse?" he scoffed, grabbing a band-aid from the box and walking over to the dressing table. I was so offended.
"So I do all the hard tasks, you apply that band-aid, and suddenly you did everything?" I groaned, my hands on my waist.
"You did nothing. Just wasted my ti," he hissed, bending in front of the mirror to fit into it and then applied the band-aid.
"But stitches are important," I don’t know why he got so hard. I have sewn clothes before; it’s not like I was completely clueless.
After he was done, he turned to and shook his head.
"Hey! Don’t give that look. I took care of your wound," I complained.
"After you gave that wound," he sighed, his eyes shifting to the fallen book next to the couch in the corner.
He picked it up and swiftly skimd through the pages.
"You said sothing earlier," while his eyes were on the pages of the book, he uttered.
"I said a lot of things; which one caught your attention?" I rolled my eyes, wondering if he was about to make a complaint about sothing I said.
"About the tenth floor, why did you say that?" he closed the book, using a much-intrigued voice as he turned to face .
"Oh, that! Forget about it," I waved my hand to dismiss it. I don’t want him to add "crazy" to the list of the things he says about .
"No! Tell , what do you know about the tenth floor?" His insistence compelled to check his reaction.
He looked pale as he continued to focus on the subject. Did he probably know sothing about the tenth floor?
"I have—seen a button to the tenth floor a few tis," I said in a muffled tone.
"You have seen the button?" he almost rushed at before he realized he was probably scaring and stopped in his steps. I don’t know if it was excitent or shock on his part that compelled him into losing his composure.
"You’ve seen it too?" It wasn’t long before my brain started working again.
"Tell —tell when was it and did you—," he stuttered, looking like he was second-guessing if he should be having this conversation with .
"To that floor? Yes, I have. I’ve been to it at least a few tis," I replied, seeing horror take over his expression.
He went numb almost and then stepped back, missing a step and almost falling down. I tried to reach him to give him support, but then he balanced himself and showed his hand to reassure he was fine.
"What do you know about it?" I began to ask, now more curious why the trainers never ntioned it.
If they had only been upfront about it and not hidden the monsters like they hid the lycan from us, it would have saved Lucy.
These rogue brothers were definitely hiding a lot. Sa thing with the Runes dream world.
I rember how they had kept it a secret, always calling it a myth.
They were trying hard to make the rogue land look safer when there were obvious stories of dangerous creatures lurking around.
"Tell ," I yelled, and he broke himself free from whatever cage he had been stuck in.
"I don’t know. Don’t ntion it in front of anyone again. Good night," his mood soured suddenly, his tone harsh as he warned with his finger pointing at , then headed to the door. There was sothing extrely scary about the tenth floor and now Norman’s reaction.
I needed to find out the truth myself.
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