Lost {Hatty x Reader}

A Friend?

I woke up to sun rays shinning down on my face. Oh yeah and feeling like poop because I'm tired. I think I slept too long.

Anyways, I'm hungry. Wheres the foooood??

I swing my door open and shove my keys into my uncomfortably tiny pockets. I dash onto the deck and notice that the boat is in the ocean now instead of tied to the dock. I wonder just how long ago we started sailing.

No, I'm getting distracted- I need food!!

I scurry across the deck swishing my head back a forth, back and forth, looking for some area that looks like we'd eat in.

BAM

I ran head first into some guy. My forehead was throbbing from the pain and my left hand felt as if a million tiny needles were puncturing my fragile skin. Oh and my right elbow was bleeding. That's something to mention.

I looked up at the person I had ran into. He looked... familiar... some how. He had a square head and was wearing a suit.

He rubbed his head where we had hit and opened one eye. He stared at me in shook seeing I was to in pain and on the ground.

The man stood up and dusted himself off. He held out his hand, "Are you okay?" He asked in panic.

I nodded my head and reached out my right hand to grab his. He quickly notice the blood and flinched, "Oh dear!" He nervously looked around, but helped me up.

"Here, follow me," He spoke as he swiftly grabbed onto my left, splintered, hand to lead me.

"Ow, ow, ow-"

"Hm?" He stopped and tilted his head at me, loosening his grip on my hand. I took my hand and showed him, then went to pick them out.

He reacted faster though, grabbing my left wrist not allowing me to get the tiny pieces of wood out, "Don't do that! You might make it worse!"

"I've done it before," I reassured him.

"It doesn't matter!" He scolded and lead me into a different room. I'm not sure where exactly this room is, but it looks like one of the bedrooms. Must be his room.

He pointed at a chair, demanding me to sit with just his eyes. I watched as he rummaged through a box full of bits and bobs and finally pulled out some tweezers and a long linen bandage. He walked towards me.

"Stick out your arm," he demanded. I did as he said and stuck out my left arm, "No, the one that's bleeding!"

"Oh" I mutter and stick out my right arm instead. I feel dumb for that, but he didn't seem to mind.

He carefully wrapped up my bloodied elbow and tied the bandage, "We should have brought better first aid, but we got into a rush!" He spoke.

"No, this is fine."

He smiled at me, though I could sense he was aggravated with how little I cared about being injured.

Instead of telling me to show him my hand, he carefully picked it up and grabbed the tweezers. Since he was done with my right arm, I rested it. The bandage was surprisingly not too annoying. Well, it was annoying but not too bad.

I watched as he gracefully picked out the few wooden splinters I had lodged into my hand. One by one he got them out, pretty much painlessly.

"All good?" He looked up at me.

I put my palm close to my face to examine it. Everything looks good.

"Yep," I answer, my palm still inches away from my face.

He smiles seeing that he helped. He must like helping people, at least thats all I've picked up from him so far.

I get up to leave as he has helped me all that he can. However my stomach says I still need food "Hey, uh.."

"Yes?" He asks when I stop speaking mid-question.

"Where do I get food at?" I feel dumb having to ask, to be honest.

Still keeping his smile he tells me to turn left when I leave the room. I nod and do as he says, ending up exactly where I wanted.

There is so much food its like a buffet! Well... it is a buffet... but thats besides the point! The point is: FOOD!