•Peace•

•Chapter Thirty-One•

=Chapter Thirty-One=
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It's not that bad...
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Thursday, 26th of September

"Ow, ow, Jason!" He closed the door behind us as he dragged me back into the store. His grip was gentle but firm, but it still made me stumble as he hurried me in. He pushed me against the nearest wall, clear confusion in his expression.

"Percy, what is going on?!" He demanded, finally releasing my arm, only to box me in by setting his hands on either side of my head, leaning towards me while I was trapped against the wall.

"I- why are you here? I thought you were busy!" I tried not to focus on how close we were, how his breath smelled of mint.

"I was until I got your text! Where is your phone!" He explained, his chest heaving as he stared me in the eyes.

"I uh- it's lost! What text?!" Did the gods interfere and send Jason a text because I was in a sticky situation?

"You- well. I hope it wasn't you! You said you hated me!?" His eyes.. his eyes pleaded with me, begging to hear me object.

"What? No! I don't hate you!" I shook my head in confusion. Jason finally took a step back, letting me breathe easier. He crossed his arms, one hand on his face as he calmed down.

Finally, Jason seemed to notice the wonderful stain on my shirt.

"Percy? What happened.." he took me by the shoulders and directed me to a chair, positioning me sideways so he could reach the side of my body with the wound. He knelt before me, and without asking permission first, he lifted my shirt a little to find my awkwardly bandaged wound.

"I broke a few stitches.." I admitted. "But I'm fine, really.." I really need to stop doing that. I need help.

"No.. you're not." He sighed deeply, peeling back the bandage to take a look at the issue, his fingers were warm against my skin, and tingles exploded across the area of contact, my stomach suddenly filling with butterflies. I looked away, feeling almost overwhelmed how his gentle touch affected me.

"..I'm taking you to the doctor." He said firmly, lowering my shirt and sighing, his hands pulling my legs back to sit correctly in the chair, then draping an arm over my knee and leaning his forehead on it.

It seemed like he needed a moment to calm down too. Perhaps the stress of the situation was as overwhelming to him as it was to me.

Maybe he also.. I can't go down that thought.

"..okay." I started to get up, however Jason kept me down with a hand. "Wait." He said, getting to his feet and leaving out of sight going who knows where in the store, before returning a moment later with my jacket.

I raised an eyebrow. "You went in my apartment?"

He rolled his eyes. "You trust me."

Yeah. I do.

"You can't just break in and steal my jacket." I protested.

"It was unlocked, and I wasn't stealing it." He poked my head.

He offered a hand and helped me up out of the chair, then assisted me with putting on my jacket.