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“There.” He said. My throat felt better where his fingers had been.
“Put this shirt on, for now, it’s one of mine; I’ll burn that one.”
“Okay.” I said taking the shirt from him.
“I’ll turn around.” He said gentlemanly.
I took off my other shirt successfully. But putting on Jonathon’s, I struggled using my left arm and hand.
“Ow.” I said when my arm slightly brushed my rib, trying to put on the shirt.
“What?” asked Jonathon still turned around.
“My whole left side is sore, especially my, ribs.?
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“Can, I turn around, I can determine whether they’re broken or not?”
“Okay.” I said even though the thought scared me. He was apparently my soul mate so I shouldn’t have been so scared for him to see me in my bra but I was.
He turned and his throat seemed to catch at the sight of me. I panicked.
“Oh no! It’s really bad! Is my side turning purple?”
“Well, it is indeed turning purple but you are so beautiful.” I was flattered but still panicked at the same time.
“Thanks.” I said shyly.
He pressed his cold fingers to my bare skin. Where he pressed it hurt like hell. I winced, but his gentle, clod fingers made it feel better.
“Your ribs aren’t broken but they are bruised. You are going to be quite sore for a while.”
“Great.” I said sarcastically.
I attempted to put the shirt on again. I was unsuccessful.
“Um . . . Jonathon can you help me I can’t seem to get your shirt on.”
“Yes,” He said noticing my pathetic attempt. I hoped my arm would be better tomorrow but it probably wouldn’t be.
“Thanks.” I said.
He slid the soft fabric over my head. He made it look so easy. But then again he could use two arms.
He picked up my ruined shirt from the ground. His hand suddenly blazed with blue and purple fire and the shirt disintegrated into dust.
I looked down at my arm. It had turned a sickish purple.
“I’ll have to wear a sweat shirt tomorrow. I don’t want people to get the wrong idea.”
“No, we don’t want that.”
“I don’t think my mom just turned into a vampire and she can’t control her bloodlust is a very good excuse for my bruises,” I said trying to get him to laugh.
“No, I suppose not. If you say that you might land in a mental institution.” He laughed.
Looking up at the house reminded me I’d been out here in my bra. I hoped his family didn’t see that. Talk about embarrassing.
