Seventeen

 
Shiraname woke up in his room during the night. He looked at the clock and saw that it was three-thirty in the morning and he was no longer with dirty clothes and bloody, was with a former black dress shirt unbuttoned and had a damp warm cloth compress on his abdomen. Unlike when does he sleep, not everything was absolutely dark. The lamp was on and it had a glass container with warm water and a few tracks, cottons and towels on a table beside the bed. He frowned everything be there if no one else was in the room with him.
  The door opened quietly and revealed Nishihara more warm water, however, was that sweet smell of lavender and chamomile. When she sat on the edge of his bed, the keeper realized that she was with deep eyes tired, but with no desire to go rest.
- Why are you doing this? I'm fine.
- You're hurt and I could not sleep in peace knowing that. It is my duty to take care of you.

  Once Nishihara pressed the cloth over the wound in the abdomen Shiraname, he grimaced and groaned. The girl gently used another cloth soaked with water chamomile and lavender that brought a few minutes and put it over the deep wounds caused by Yasuhiko. Realizing that the cloth was in the right place, she bandaged part of the boy's body. Everything now seemed dificl for her, because when he slept, touching it was something simple, but now that he was awake, he was afraid and ashamed to see and touch the muscles well-defined goals, we relaxed at the touch of a priestess.
  Before she could leave again to save everything, Shiraname offered to help, though he had no strength to get up. The moment she stopped touching him and stood before him, the boy pulled her by the waist, so that fell Nishihara lying beside him.
- Shiraname, I have to keep it all and have to get more bandages ...
- You took care of me so far and I want to thank. - He played purplish dark circles that formed under the eyes golden girl.

  Nishihara tried to fight the fatigue, but it was impossible not to succumb to the affections of Shiraname, which changed from time to time or other a kiss with the girl cradled in her arms. His hands slid up and down, stroking his dark hair and the back of her fragile tenderly as she felt her gentle hands on his chest. In a few minutes, he felt deep breathing and sweet priestess about it.
The girl was asleep.