Chapter Six - Worry

Daniel's P.O.V

Red.

All I could see was red. As I lunged at the man who was harassing my fragile angel shaking off a desperate Henry who was holding me back in order to prevent me from causing any mess. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt as I raised my fist to punch him in the jaw. But, before my fist could come in any contact with him, flower came between him and my fist as all of me froze.

"Flower, move." I spoke through my gritted teeth as I kept my fist in it's place, waiting for her to move so I could land it on his jaw.

"Daniel..." Her melodious pleading voice dissipated my anger a bit as my fist loosened, making her body relax. Henry was quick to come to action as he pulled me away from the dickhead.

Flower too relaxed as she moved further away from the dickhead.

That's right. I don't even want to know his name anymore. He's dickhead to me.

Not wanting to scare Eleanor with the anger lingering on my face, I turned around. But, as soon as I did gasps filled the room.

"Daniel!" Hearing her exclaim my name, I turned around as El crashed right into my chest making my heart pick up a pace faster than the fastest warhorse I owned, Thunder.

"Ha! You deserve getting hurt and being in pain." Dickhead spoke with a smirk on his face. El tried to lift her face from my chest maybe in order to do something about this dickhead but I placed my hand on her smooth hair as I pressed her further into it. Not wanting her to witness the next scene that was about to take place.

"Henry. Deal with him." I spoke in a cold voice which even made El flinch.

Damn it. I never wanted her to see this side of mine. No. Fuck you, Daniel.

Mentally cursing myself for using that kind of tone in front of her. I picked up my angel in my arms, princess style. Her eyes stared at me with eyes wider than the blood moon but I could care less, right now.

"Whatever." Henry replied as I walked towards angel's room not wanting to stay in this dickhead's presence any longer. Screams were heard behind me as I ignored them and walked into El's room with a stunned flower in my arms.

Having her in my arms really felt like the best feeling in the world. It felt like I had everything that the world could possibly have to offer.

I slammed the oak door shut with my leg as I walked up to her bed, gently placing her down on it. She sat on her bed, stunned as my eyes drank the intoxicating scene of her sitting on the bed with her lips parted as she breathed through her mouth. Seeing her like that made my whole body be filled with desire. The things I could do to that little body. Having her moan my name as she begged for her release...

Fuck it. What the hell are you thinking, Daniel!? Get yourself together for fuck's sake.

Need to get out. I fucking need to get out of here.

And so, I turned around to walk away but before I could El pulled my shirt with such a strength that I stumbled as I landed on the bed on top of her. As her once sitting frame was now lying there scattered on the mattress beneath me.

"Eleanor..." I called her out in a low, husky voice as I looked at my reflection in her beautiful oceanic green eyes. So fucking deep. I could drown in them without making an attempt to survive.

"Daniel, you need to get up. The stitches on your back have opened. You are bleeding. I need to stitch them again." Flower spoke as she tore away her gaze from mine as a deep shade of red crept up her cheeks.

As her words slowly registered in my overwhelmed brain. I picked myself from her as I stood up. Eleanor was quick to respond as she got up from the bed too. Damn, did my presence have no effect on her senses like she did on mine? Looks like I have a long way to go.

"On the bed." Eleanor said as she walked away to her cupboard as she shuffled her clothes and pulled out a medical kit from beneath them. Then, she turned around and walked up to me.

"Sit." She said as she maintained eye contact with me making me weak as I followed her command and sat down on the corner of the bed with my back facing her.

"You know, I can protect myself. You didn't need to jump in." She said as she took out a of scissors and cut the shirt in half, leaving me shirtless.

"I know." I replied in a dry voice staring into the space as I remembered how dangerously close he was to my flower. Though her words were true and I very well knew that she could fight if situation got out of hand. She is Knife, after all. But, I just... I just couldn't control myself.

She started stitching my wound again as she continued her scolding,"Daniel... You should have been careful. I told you before that if you strained your body. The stitches can open. You didn't need to stress yourself out for a stranger, I-"

"Stranger?" I cut her off. As my body tensed under the palm of her hands at the word.

If only she knew that she was far from even being called a normal person in my life who just came and went like others. She is my soulmate yet here she was calling herself a stranger. If she was a stranger, I didn't know who at this point could I call my own except my mother.

"Daniel? Relax, please. Let me just finish this." Hearing her speak those words, I found my once tense self instantly relaxing. We stayed in that awkward silence as she quickly finished stitching my back and went to keep the medical kit back in her cupboard.

Once she was done, she pulled out another one of her white shirts as she walked up to me and helped me slip into it. Once, she was done. She sat down in front of me and looked at me straight into my eyes as she opened her mouth to speak again. Or rather, scold me.

"Do you know what you did right now was Daniel in a word? Irresponsible. It was fucking irresponsible. It hasn't even been 24 hours till I treated you but here we are again. I don't even know why Henry would have such an irresponsible brother like you. Do you realize how grave of a situation it would have turned into if you would have lost too much blood? What if you would have-"

"Are you worried about me, flower?" I asked her even before my brain could stop my mouth as I looked into her eyes. But, as soon as my words registered into her cute little brain her once flamed eyes avoided mine like plague as a red tinge crept up from her neck to her cheeks.

Was it just not me that had feelings for her? Did she feel something too?