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“Mouse,” I warn, sighing.
“I hear you. I told you to stay.”
I scoff. “Since when do I listen to a human?”
She press her palms into my chest and pushes me backwards a few inches before she slides off the counter. “Since when do I listen to an animal then?”
I lift her back onto the counter. “All your life. Have you forgotten where I have saved you from?”
She rolls her big brown eyes at me, leaning back to look up at me. “You are stubborn. You won’t give me your name and you won’t let me help you and your bleeding!”
I place my hands on each side of her thigh and lean down to look at her. “You don’t need to know my name, mouse.” I push from the counter to tend to the food again.
Sweetness graces the air again.
“Stop it, mouse.”
“Huh? I’m not doing anything.”
I glance over my shoulder and see her staring at my ass. Watching her for a moment, I notice her thighs are closed tightly. “You’re staring at me.”
Her eyes move away from me quickly. “W—well, I’m trying to learn how to cook.”
“Stare at my hands then, not my ass.”
Her face heats up. “II would never!”
I roll my eyes, letting her babble an excuse as I finish cooking. With that, I finish cooking and plating her food. I leave her alone to patch myself up, but none of the wounds are closing in any way and I don’t feel like asking her for help in anyway. My body aches and I feel like I can’t do anything. I lean against the counter in the bathroom, thinking.
After breakfast, I put her in bed and grab my pack that I take to town for supply runs. The strap digs into my back wound, causing my head to swirl with pain.
“Where are you going?” Mouse asks.
I glance at her. “On a run. I’ll be quick.”
“And if those things come back?”
“They won’t,” I mutter before I leave. Glancing back, I make sure, she’s not trying to follow me. She wouldn’t get far, and I would hear her struggle to even move from the bed.
She doesn’t seem scared of me, at least not anymore. She’s touching me, moving to me, and even talking to me freely like I’m not a monster.
When she gets fully better, will she leave me?
My chest hurts at the thought of her being gone. It’s the longest anyone has been around me. Now, it could be because she can’t physically run.
She tried.
She was shaken up by that bear trap that was supposed to catch my—our—next meal. Instead, it caught an annoyingly pretty girl. She clings to me like I’m not a monster. If only she can hear my thoughts. She wouldn’t think I’m so cuddly and nice.
I’m only being nice until she’s back on her feet. After that, she’s gone. But by the way, she’s healing. It’s going to take a few months.
But then I would lose my little mouse…
I need to stop calling her that. She likes it, even though she tells me to stop.
