Chapter 38 - I need your help
The nurse isn't here.
Which is why I find myself sat on one of the creaky barely stable plastic chair that reminds me of a hospital. Fun. I nervously ring my hands together, wincing every time I move. It's been a while since I'd been sucker punched in the damn face and it still hurts like a bitch.
Swinging my feet I glance at Archer as he riffles through the mini fridge freezer in the corner of the room, his shoulders tense as if feeling my gaze as I glimpse a silver of tanned smooth skin...
Oh Jesus. Kill me now.
My cheeks burst red as I furiously look in another direction, forcing myself to ignore the pull as I bite down on the inside of my gum. My brows furrow as the taste of my own blood continues to be a constant reminder of the thrumming pain coming from my bitten tongue. Stop ogling Archer and focus. What happened to me out there? How did that pack wolf do this much damage?
Mrs Henley whose wavering at the door having opened it up for us scrunches her nose in sympathy "oh honey that looks bad, Archer are you sure it's not..."
"Broken?" he glances up as he pulls a huge ice pack out the freezer. "I don't think so, but I'll investigate a bit more when Scarlett lets me get a closer look." I roll my eyes, cheeks bursting a deep red as his impenetrable gaze settles on me.
I quickly look away "it's fine" then wince at the pain that causes.
Archer raises a brow and rolls his eyes "really Johnstone? Don't be so stubborn."
I grind my teeth and flinch at the action, forcing my hands to stay in my lap even though they want to cup my wounded cheek. One glance at Mrs Henley and I release a groan "fine but it's not broken."
Archer releases a sigh and slams the freezer door shut before smiling charmingly at the Mrs Henley
"We're okay Mrs Henley I'll sort Scarlett out then walk her to Be...the Headmaster." Little does he know I've set bones. Dealing with a swollen cheek is a piece of cake. If I remember correctly I had to realign my shoulder last night so I'm more than capable of dealing with my own injuries...
My stomach clenches as a small voice whispers might as well let a handsome Alpha care for you whilst you've got the chance. I squirm in my seat, quickly avoiding Archer's gaze as they darken and settle deeply on my burning face as if he knows exactly whats running through my mind.
Jesus Christ. Seriously. What is wrong with me today? I clench my jaw at the unmistakable thrum of the mate bond, calling me, daring me to look at my mate, to allow him to look after my wounds, to kiss that incredibly insatiable mou...
SHUT UP!
Jesus, I'm acting like a highly hormonal teenager. Get a grip Scarlett. You do not want to kiss the mouth of the boy that's tortured you since you got here, even if he does look likes he's slipped out of the pages of a modelling mag...
SHUT UP!
My heart thrums as my fingers curl into my jackets sleeves, forcing my breath to even out and my heart to do the same. He can hear it you goddamned fool! I easily see the raise of an eyebrow and the slight tilt of his lip as he struggles to keep a cool expression at the sound of my rapidly beating heart, my pride taking a nose dive into a very large canyon at this point.
Then it hits me. Archer. Smiling? Caring for me? What the hell is this? What is wrong with him? I expected him to hunt me down after recognising me, after grabbing my ankle last night. Why isn't he screaming in my face? Demanding me to tell the world what happened?
