The Blame Game (Kellic)

Chapter 7: My Hands All Over You

"Let's just back away slowly", Vic whispered in my ear.

We were currently feet away from a couple of lone wolves.

There were about three of them and they were eating what looked like a dead animal.

Vic and I backed away slowly, not taking our eyes off of the small pack.

Then Vic just had to do the stupidest thing in the world.

He stepped on a stick. Not just any stick. A big. Loud. Crunchy stick.

"Run!", I yelled as soon as the wolves turned their heads towards us.

We ran as fast as we could and luckily for us, we were already feet away from them. I'm sure if we weren't then we wouldn't be able to outrun them.

We ran. And ran. And ran. And ran some more.

After a very long time, the wolves changed direction, running after a rabbit instead.

Vic and I kept running until we were sure we were safe, and we dropped to the ground, panting.

"Holy shit, that was close", I breathed.

Vic laughed.

I laughed.

It was just so funny how we seemed to almost die all the time.

"It hurts to laugh", Vic said, laughing and clutching his stomach.

"It does", I agreed.

We layed there for a while, calming down and resting. We drank some water and began walking again.

"I swear, if we see any more rabid animals I'm gonna kill someone", I muttered as Vic lead me through the forest.

It was around two in the afternoon and luckily, it wasn't that hot.

"Yeah. I can't believe there's so many", Vic said. I opened my mouth to reply when he tripped over his own feet.

I laughed at him but stopped when I saw his face.

His arm was bleeding through the sweater.

"Shit", I breathed, immediately kneeling down to his level.

"I'm fine. Just a scratch", Vic forced out.

"Let me check it", I said, putting my hands at the bottom of his sweater- my sweater- and getting ready to pull it off.

"What? No it's fine", Vic said, stubbornly.

"Shut up and let me check it", I snapped. Vic sighed and let me continue.

I carefully pulled off my sweater from him and examined the cut.

It was a small gash, not bad enough to need stitches but he did need something to stop the bleeding.

"This is my favorite long sleeve. You better appreciate this", I grumbled, pulling off my long sleeve shirt.

Vic's face reddened.

"What are you doing?", he asked.

"Stopping the bleeding. Don't worry, I have an undershirt", I said, and pulled the rest of my long sleeve off, revealing a plain white cotton V-neck.

I ripped up the cloth and tied it around his arm, which was surprisingly toned.

Then I put my sweater back on him and helped him up.

"Thanks", he mumbled shyly.

"What? Am I your hero now?", I teased.

"Shut up", Vic rolled his eyes.