“hey.”

your awful, time & thought consuming situationship was the last person you expected to see at your house at 11:14 pm. did he not know that your family would be sleeping?

your eyes raked over nat’s appearance before replying, taking in the bloodstains and the mess of his hair. another fight, what a surprise.

“come in, nat.” you muttered, leading him into your room and placing down a dark blue towel to assure none of the blood got onto your bed.

yours and nat’s relationship isn’t an easy one to describe. you weren’t dating, yet he’d send you good morning and goodnight messages, and call you beautiful.

you weren’t dating, but he gave every guy that talked to you a threatening glare and called you at every break he got at work.

why weren’t you dating?

after looking over him, you learnt that there were no major injuries, the worst of the few being a shallow gash on his shoulder. he’d just have to wear a huge plaster for a few days.. nothing you can’t handle. with your parents working in hospitals, they’d trained you for shit like this.

“thanks.” nat said gruffly after a minute or so of not speaking, looking down at you as you applied soothing cream to his bruises. “for helping, and all.. just got caught up.”