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Bailey's POV:

"Okay I'm going to need you to keep still otherwise we're just going to be here longer." I huff trying to put the cotton ball back on Skylar's face, "Well that is the point." She smirks winking at me and I press the damp cotton on her open cut knowing it stings and I smile satisfied as she tilts back still holding on to the back of my thighs keeping me standing between her legs.

"That was mean Beans." She mumbles and I hum, "It was so listen to me and I'll try to keep this as quick and painless as possible, then we can cuddle or whatever you want to do." I tell her and she leans up, "You know you're hot when you're in control." She looks up at me and I feel my cheeks heat up.

"I'll keep that in mind, now keep still." I move a strand of hair out of her face and I lightly tap her forehead cleaning the dried blood, I blow cool air slowly preventing the sting from the antibiotic, a faint smell of fire and wood came from her which is unusual but would probably make somewhat sense due to her state right now.

"Okay I'm just going to put these little bandages on in a way that will help close the wound and not let it open again, so try not to move your face around so much." I cut small strips on the bandage and I stick it where needed, "There, all done." I rub her cheek with my thumb and she dug her face deeper into my hand.

"How do I look?" She asks and I smile, "Perfect." I lean down kissing the middle of her forehead then I move away from her picking up everything that I got putting them on my bedside table to put away later.

"Can I ask what happened to you?" I tossed the half bloody cotton balls away and I quickly go to the bathroom to wash my hands. I came back to her undressing from her shirt that also had blood.

"I have some extra sweatshirts and some flannels." I comment walking to my closet trying to avoid staring, "I'll take a flannel and uh out trading just went bad that's all, it's not the first time either." She groans peeling her shirt from her body.

I hand her my green flannel and she takes slipping it over her arms just buttoning the middle one and she falls back on my bed.

"It went bad to the point that you came back to me bleeding?" I lay down beside her and she hums rolling on top of me laying her face in my chest and her arms slither under my back, "Comfortable?" I let out a soft laugh feeding my fingers through her brown hair and her body slowly becomes less tense.

"Do all of your trades go like this?" I ask and she shakes her head, "We just weren't prepared because we were given the wrong information about our customers so there was a miscommunication." She mumbled.

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"But you paid for the price for it." I glance down feeling her hold me tighter, "They were hurt just as bad, Sage and Dean went home but I wanted to see you so I took my bike which is parked outside your house. Don't laugh." Her voice cracks a little and I take a deep breath trying not to let out a sound.

"I don't think my parents noticed and they won't be here till later so you can spend the rest of the time with me." I tell her and she nods fitting her head right between my breasts, she is not phased in the slightest, and neither am I but it is most definitely bringing back thoughts.

"You playing with my hair like this is going to make me fall asleep any second now." Skylar blurts out and I immediately stop, "You sleeping can't happen yet, you need to be awake for a couple of hours so let's do something to keep you awake." I poke the top of her head.

"But I like being on top of you." She groans. "That's what she said and I can tell you're comfortable but you're going to fall asleep then I'm going to fall asleep so no, come on let's make cookies and there are leftovers from tonight." I lay a kiss on the top of her head then in that second, her weight wasn't on me anymore.

"Okay come on." Her hand reaches out as she held the side of her head. "You got up too soon." I tell her taking her hand and she nods, "Yup forgot I was hurt." She groans, "It's okay, come on I'm pretty sure food would heal you." I keep her close as we go downstairs. The quietness isn't a bother anymore, not like before where the quietness would turn into a creepy and really sad feeling.

"So what did you make?" She hopped onto the counter throwing one of my apples into the air repeatedly as I took the food out of the fridge. "I made baked ziti with a salad and homemade dressing but I don't think it's that good I mean there's store-bought salad dressing right." I laugh off that stab of pain placing the tupperwares on the counter.

"Pfft store-bought why would I need that shit when you made some, I'll take it all." She rubs her palms together before graciously taking the white plate from me and putting however much she wants on it and although it warms my heart seeing her get excited over the things I make even though it's leftovers I can't help but wonder what happened for her to get beat up over a trade.

Don't those things just need the package, a payment then a handshake goodbye, and maybe a 'Good doing business with you' just like in the movies?

"Am I bleeding or something?" She questions patting all over her face and I slowly pull her hand away holding it in both of mine.

"You're not bleeding, I just don't understand how this happened to you that's all." I say then she sighs looking down at her plate of food. I should probably heat that up for her.

"Is it okay if I heat this up, I'm sure you don't want to eat it cold." I quickly change the subject and she lets me take her plate. "Um this kind of stuff only happens when you know there's a disagreement on the package." I glance at her seeing her leg slowly lift up and down. That only seems to happen when she's nervous, why would she be nervous about telling me this?

"But if there's a disagreement then shouldn't they bring it up with the supplier not the deliverer, that's how it usually works, you don't blame the mailman you blame the sender and how would it be that bad for them to hurt you, I don't like whoever touched you. In fact I hate them." I forcefully pulled the microwave door open when it beeped and I flicked it back shut.

"Like I said you should be more worried about them, a few of them left with more than a busted forehead and lip." She chuckles placing a heap of leaves on her plate. "I don't need to be worried about them, who cares about them. But you, you, I can worry about." I lean on the counter and she gets off standing beside me with the plate in front of her.

"You don't need to worry about me either, I'm careful." She says softly wrapping her arm around my shoulders squeezing me close to her and I feel a kiss land on my cheek. "Mhm sure you are." I scoff eyeing her hands, "What I am?" She pulls away slightly looking down at me confused. "Yeah those purple knuckles say otherwise." I walk away from her grabbing an ice pack from my freezer.

"Okay that wasn't my fault." I hear talk with a mouthful, I push a strand of hair out of my face and I pick a blue cold puck and I wrap it in paper towel, "Sure it wasn't." I raise an eyebrow walking towards her, "Hang on." She comments and she moves her plate out of the way before planting her hands on my hips picking me up and making me sit on the edge of the counter.

"That's better." She smiles pushing my knees apart making herself stand between them. That was something else. Whoooooo, I need her push my knees apart like that again. Please again. "It is but that isn't distracting me from using this on your hands." I hold up the ice pack, I want her hands on me again.

"I'll be more careful Beans." She says leaning in but I lean back, "Ah, this- hand first then kiss." I point at the puck and she groans taking it out of my hand and putting it on hers. "Better?" She questions and I nod leaning in hovering my lips over hers. "Always, be, careful." I whisper and she nods stealing a kiss.