Chapter Nineteen
~Impossible~When you came out from the bathroom after washing the dirt and sweat off of your body, you came to a sudden halt not prepared for this surprise.
James had his shirt off, revealing a bullet graze on his shoulder.
You couldn't help but stare at the scars bordering his metal arm.
And also, you couldn't stop your eyes from exploring his body!But you pulled yourself away from the stares and cleared your throat.
"How long have you been hiding this?"
You asked.
Wow, that did not come out as I intended it to....At first he misinterpreted it, and you could see it from the way he's face changed in confusion.
But you went on."When-when ah...so when did you get shot?"
"Earlier today".
"Can I help in any way?"
You asked. Wanting to escape the awkward topic.
"It's just a graze".
"But it's still bleeding pretty bad...for a graze, anyway".
"Fine".
He shot up, groaning a little through it as sitting himself down.
"Go find some bandages".
"Right!"
"Wait".
He sighed.
So you did.You've never been so disappointed with him before as he held his gun up for you to take it.
"Like I said before, James; you really need to work on your social skills".
"You wanted to help".
He shrugged his shoulders, still expecting you to take the gun.
"I'm not taking that thing. I don't even know which way is the right way".
Before you left him completely, you pulled yourself back into the room.
"This little.....cut, it better not be the reason you were moody all afternoon".
••
You successfully got some bandages, an old man lending them to you.
You realised the villagers feared you, for they knew you walked with the man who had the metal arm. . .While you were gone getting bandages, James sat on the bed and cleaned his wound, tolerating the little pain that came with it.
He thought about how all this started. He was in complete control of everything he did and thought, but he wasn't at the same time.
He couldn't believe that you were his mission and he was about treat you like it.
He just couldn't wait to get out of there with you and find himself.He wanted your help. For you're his only friend at the moment. . .
Finally you returned!
"Do you need my help?"
You asked.
"Hold this".
You held down a folded piece of clean fabric with a spot of alcohol upon the opening of his wound.
He flinched a little, and you could feel his muscles tense."Maybe you should hold this and I do that?"
James's metal fingers stroke against yours of flesh and you swapped positions.
You gently wrapped the bandage around his shoulder, making sure to follow his instructions.This was the most intimate moment you and James experienced during your time together.
Well besides the moment he caught you back in the woods.••
The rain poured heavy and endlessly throughout the land, there were leaks in the ceiling and you found it hard to relax.
James stood in the bathroom, cleaning little dirt rocks out of his hair and the sweat from all over his body.
You lay on the bumpy, saggy and thin bed, looking through a tiny gap that revealed the window's glass.
It was your only view other than the boring brown walls around you.Then it hit you!
Your body was literally laying down on an actual bed! For the first time in three-four weeks, you were finally on a bed and you couldn't complain whether it was lumpy or saggy.
It's like your body forgot the feeling of any sort of cushion!Sighing out in relief - so much relief that you shut your eyes tight! You stretched your limbs out, groaning to the sensation.
Nothing could have gotten better in this moment.
Except......it did.......
Seconds after closing your eyes, you opened them.
But you weren't where you were just a few seconds ago.......You were in your bedroom.You looked up at the white ceiling, knowing the smell of your bed and knowing the sound of the trees blowing in the wind.
You instantly pinched yourself more than a dozen times before the moment you sat up and explored your room with all your eyes, hands and feet.
It was just the way you leave it all the time!
Even the texture of the carpet was the same. So this couldn't be a dream, this couldn't be an illusion or a memory. So what was this?You were literally back in your home!
So you did more exploring to try and find a flaw.The smell of your home was the same, that cool breeze swept its way through your room the same way it always does, even the little strange lump in your pillow was still there!
As you stretched your legs out, you noticed you were in your usual clothes for bed.
It's the morning?
You thought to yourself.
What the hell? Was that all a dream? I was there just a few seconds ago? What is going on? This can't be real!
But it was real.
Everything you experienced with James was real, because a scar marked your thigh in the exact same spot you were wounded."Impossible"
You mumbled to yourself, feeling the scar that dented itself in your skin.
"What is happening".
You were really home.
End of His Mission: Part 1
To be continued....

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