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Could You Love Me?Written By: Debs-Dragon Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. Chapter 3 Marron had run off blindly. She had no idea where she was going, all she knew was that she had to get away from the dance floor, away from the laughter, the looks & the stares. Her tears burned as they ran down her cheeks blinding her even more. She didn't see the tree root sticking out of the ground until she caught her foot in it & went sprawling. She lay on the moist earth for a moment, her breathing coming in sobs. She went to push herself up but white hot pain seared up from her ankle. She cried out with the pain. Damn! She must have twisted it, now how was she going to get back? She tried to get up again, "Agghhhh.." she cried and fell back into a heap. She began to cry again feeling sorry for herself. Trunks heard her crying and came up the path towards her. He could just make her out sitting on the ground. "Hey Marron. You okay?" he asked. "Oh what do you care? Go away & leave me alone!" she stated harshly. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry." said Trunks. "Yeah, well, Its a bit late for that." she replied. "Come on, let me take you back." said Trunks & he reached forward, took her arm & went to pull her up. She winced & cried out in pain as her ankle moved. "Oh Marron, your hurt. I'm sorry I didn't realise. Why didn't you say something?" said Trunks, his voice full of concern. "It's my ankle. I tripped over that tree root and must have twisted it." said Marron. "Look, put your arms around my neck & I'll carry you back to the house. Then I can get my mom to have a look & fix it up for you. Okay?" he said. "All right but I'd rather no one else knew. I feel a bit silly tripping & all." she said. "No problem, I'll sneak you in the back way and fix you up myself." said Trunks. He bent down & picked her up. She felt feather light. She wrapped her arms around his neck & rested her head against his chest. She could hear his heart beating. Gently he levitated into the air & floated back to the house. He flew into one of the open upstairs windows and landed softly on the carpet. He walked across the room. She looked up to see where they were & gasped. They were in his bedroom! He carried her into the ensuite bathroom and sat her down on a stool. He removed her shoe & fetched a cloth. Gently he washed her foot, then wrapped an ice pack around the rapidly swelling ankle. "No offence but you look a bit of a mess." he said. Marron glanced across and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was tousled & there was dirt & tear stains on her cheeks. "Here, let me clean you up a bit." said Trunks softly. He tilted her head up & bringing a cloth to her face he gently wiped the tears & dirt from it. She watched his face as he worked. His brow furrowed in concentration. God he had such gorgeous eyes. He looked up at her. "There. Thats better." he said. Their eyes locked..... He swallowed nervously. "Errr.... I'll get a bandage for your ankle." he stammered and left the room. Marron sighed. It wasn't fair. Why should he be so good looking & steal her heart. The worst was that he didn't even know she existed. Well not in the way she wanted him to. Her daydreaming was interrupted by his return. "Okay, let me bandage that for you." His hands gently removed the ice pack and he began to expertly wrap the bandage around her ankle. She sighed. "Not hurting you am I?" asked Trunks. "No. I was just wondering how someone so powerful can be so gentle as well." she replied. Although his hair hid most of his face she could still see the blush creep up. He finished. "Okay, there you go. It should feel a bit better now." he said & sat back on his haunches to admire his handiwork. "Thankyou Trunks." she said. "Your welcome." he replied. "We had better be getting back to the party or they will wonder what's happened to us." said Trunks. "Can you walk?" "I'll try." she said. "Here I'll help you." Marron tried to stand and while her ankle felt much stronger now it was bandaged it still couldn't take her weight. Trunks caught her as she fell. |
