Helluva Deal

27. Trigger Points

"Loona!"

That's strange... He never called her by her name. Usually it was 'Bitch'. Not that she really understood what this meant at this point...

"Loonie!" a hand touches her shoulder.

She whimpers again and tries to move away from it, but there's the sideboard behind her.

"Loonie, it's me, it's okay!" the hand pulls back, instead, something else is pressing against her arm out of a sudden, very gently.

Another memory flashes before her eyes.

Blood splatters onto the ground. She's panting, growling. Her claws are red.

"It's okay, Sweetie. I promise it's okay. Just please, try to calm down. You're hurting yourself like this!" Blitz' voice is tumbling, he's holding his bleeding arm, but his worried eyes are only fixed on her.

He just grabbed her hand that was tearing at her own shirt, trying to get it off and scratching herself during this in her sudden panic attack. Lashing out, she caught and ripped his arm.

Now there's blood on him, on her claws, on the ground, on her shirt...

"Loona... I won't hurt you. Please... Let me help you with that shirt. I'll get it off and throw it away. I... I am so sorry, Sweetie. Please..." he reaches out with his hand very carefully, fully aware of her in panic dilating pupils, "It's okay, if you hurt me. But I promise, you'll be okay. Trust me..." he doesn't look away from her eyes when he now uses his knife to make quick process of the shirt, dropping both immediately and taking the next claw-slash into his side. He ends up in a heap on the ground, but Loona can finally breathe through again. It's like she returns to her senses. The moment she sees Blitz on the ground like this, she realizes what happened, frozen in place for a moment before turning back, fleeing into her room, slamming the door shut behind her and starts to cry, but still hears the weak voice of her adoptive dad, assuring, "It's okay, Sweetie. I promise, everything is okay..."

Later that evening, she's still lying in her bed on her side, hugging herself and sobbing lowly, when she hears a very soft knock and then her door being opened. She doesn't move. Not even when the imp that took her in a few months ago sits down next to her bed with his back to her in silence. What will he do now? Kick her out? It's not the first time she hurt him. But...she knows this time it was bad. She was out of control. Driven by instinct. Yeah, he's definitely kicking her out...

"Did you take care of your scratches?" his voice is low, but it still cuts through the silence between them.

She sniffs and shrugs. What does he care?

"I'm pretty good at this... But it will still sting a little... Although I figure, you've been through far worse than stinging..." he holds up a first aid kit for her to see, "They could get infected, Loona. Please. I promise, I'll be out of your fur for today after that."

A few minutes, nothing happens and Loona waits for the imp to just leave, but...soon she realizes, that he won't. So she might as well see where this will lead. She shuffles until she slips down from the bed, coming to sit down next to the other, wearing her bra and pants – the very same clothes she wore a few hours ago when she freaked out. She doesn't look at him, but lets him carefully push her arms aside so he can reach and take care of her scratches. He was right. He's very good at this – working quick, efficiently and it actually doesn't hurt except of the light sting of the disinfection. She secretly glances at him while he works. He's wearing a lose shirt over his pants, but she can see the light bulge underneath the shirt, coming from the thick bandage covering half his side. And it's the exact same with the sleeve on his arm. Why is he trying to hide this from her? She knows what she's done... And she's ready to face the consequences. She just... It's strange, but despite everything she always yells at him and claims... The tiny voice in her head secretly begs that he won't kick her out after he took care of her. She is aware that he's the nicest person that ever adopted her. Strange in many ways, yes. But still...nice...