Chapter 5: Let me help!

I bite my lower lip smiling and turn back to him with the mug in hand noticing he took out his jacket and sat up when I turned around. My eyes widen in shock seeing the white shirt reddening in front of my eyes

"Alexander... You bleeding." I say in panic blanching and placing the mug down in front of him. He looked down at the shirt unconcerned and looked back up at my worried eyes. 

"It's fine..." he says uninterested taking the mug as the white shirt front became redder and the smell of blood and wolfsbane filled my nose. 

"Let me see..." I say moving quickly to the other side of the counter and turning following my movements as he drank the boiling coffee. 

"I'm Fine-" "Don't be ridiculous Alex. You bleeding." I say moving my hand to the slashes and he catches my hand, I look up at his scowling face and I frown right back. 

"Let me see," I say moving my free hand to pry the shirt and he places the mug down so quickly catching the other hand. I look up at him furiously "Alexander. I just want to check your-"

"I'm fine..." he says slowly biting his lower lip

"If you are fine, then me checking wouldn't be a problem," I say in a condensing matter and he looks at me in amusement "Do you always touch people you don't know, without permission?" "Only if they bleeding and I can wolfsbane seeping from their wound." I counter.

He shakes his head with a smirk letting go of my hands and letting me pry the slashed shirt open a little and I groan in sadness seeing the huge gash marks beneath the ruined shirt. "Oh Alexander," I utter in dismay and he laughs and I see more blood pour from his wound and I bite my lip "Come with me..." I say cupping his hand and tugging him off the stool.

"Where are we going?" He asks in amusement still holding my hand as I tugged him to the staff bathroom and he sighs "I'm really fine..." He says as I let go of his hand open the door and nod towards it and he arches a brow "Do you under-"

"You can't walk out of here with soiled bloodied clothes and You bleeding and You hurt Alexander. I will check for pants but I know John keeps shirts for anyone that needs them and I have a first aid kit with a special healing ointment and I will bandage you up so it will be healed by tomorrow... I have some leftovers. I'll heat them for you and you can eat-" I ramble to him

"You don't have to-" He says with a small smile scratching the back of his neck 

"I want to, let me help you." I say seeing his shirt get even redder "wash up and I'll give you what I find." I add quickly not waiting for his reply and heading to John's office and rummaging through the box labeled "help" and pulling out the largest shirt I find. I go to the kitchen pull out the first aid kit and double-check that it has everything I need before heading back to Alexander.

I gave myself a mini talk and remind myself that I had to hide my attraction if I felt it. I quickly thought of Noah and Charlotte, Noah and Charlotte marking each other, Noah's hurtful words. That did it, my mood was dimmed and I was ready to help beasty, I mean Alexander.

I knock on the door smelling his scent inside and he swung the door open and was met with the most defined chest, torso, and abs known to man. What are these damn creatures because damn... right Noah, Noah, Noah... I thought moving backward and he walks out with the bloody shirt in his fist. He tilted his head at me as I pointed to a side table where Ella and I used to study from time to time.

He walks ahead of me and the muscles on his back were even more defined but married with long slashed marks evidence of torture, and my sympathy came forwards at what he must have been through. He turns around gets on the table and waits for me to get started.

I use the bloody shirt to dab the blood pouring out the deep gashes that ran across his abs to his torso and place the first aid box down, slip-on gloves, disinfect each wound carefully, then use an antiseptic for wolfsbane and then dabbed the werewolf ointment that would stitch it back together faster than usual. I cover each would with three large oval waterproof plasters on each gash. I check his hands and repeated the process until he was all new. 

I smile at my handy work and look up at him noticing he was already looking at me "you all new..." I say bending down to pick up the bin and collecting all the bloody cotton wools, gloves, and his ruined shirt when he grips my wrists holding the bin.

"Problem?" I ask and he eyes the bin. "I'm burning them..." and he snaps his eyes up to mine in surprise. "Don't worry Alexander, No one is going to know you were here and bleeding," I assure him unclasping his fingers on my wrists and he frowns. "Why are you helping me? are you not scared that I will hurt you after this?"

I sigh at his question not knowing how to explain so I answer as honestly as possible "Because I've been helped on multiple occasions. The least I could do is help a pack member whose pack has done so much for me and been nothing but kind and protective, and that doesn't include just today but ever since I came here... Alexander I am not scared of you, I am the last person who will judge you for being different and if you were going to harm me or hurt me you would have done it when I was on the kitchen floor. So now that we have established that, can you let go of my wrist so I can burn these and get you something to eat?" I answer in a gentle tone that disarms him and he looks at me curiously.

He gently releases my wrists and chews his lower lip in thought "Thank You...?" He says in a hoarse question awaiting me to give him my name.

"Emi... Emi Larson.." I answer with a small smile and nod at the shirt "That's for you." I say before turning away