Your P.O.V.

Roane gives you his headphones so you could forget the pain for a minute and listen to music. As you put on the headphone a song of Ed Sheeran comes kicking in. It seems that one red haired listens the other.

After the already fourth song Roane stops walking and gently lies you down on the park bench. Your body hits the cold surface that isn't wet and sighs.

The big old fashion leather backpack he had on his shoulder is drowning in rainwater but it seems like Roane does not care.

While you sit on the bench he opens the leather bag and searches for his first aid box, hoping he will find it.

You give him an untrusting look, watching him reaching in that big backpack of his.

Not long after he shows you a first aid box and a role of paper. You sigh in relieve when you see it is no toiler paper. He knows what you think and chuckle a little.

'No it isn't toilet paper,' Roane smiles again. You cringe as the pain kicks in once more.

He holds your hand so you squeeze it heavily; you are stunned that it did not hurt Roane. While you keep on gasping at him he opens the first aid box grabbing: beta particle, a roller bandage, a bandage scissor, a packet of gauze, a roll of tape and a coloured roller bandage.

You are confused how so much that he has must be put around you to help.

First a starts with your arm, which is cut open by sharp stones and plastic. He drips the beta particle on the gauze and pushes it against the wound. It burns so you cringe a little.

The roller bandage gets wrapped around it multiple times before he makes is hold with tape. Sooner or later he is done, so you think.

'I'm not done yet, if you want I can wrap the coloured bandage over it,' he says politely pushing you back into the bench.

'Which colour?' you ask. You know you race your voice like a kid. You would just love it if Roane had F/C (favourite colour). You do not think you will put coloured bandages everywhere, but one on the arm will look great.

'Every colour you want,' Roane laughs at your high voice. You do not feel the pain for a moment and laugh too.

'Do you have F/C?' you ask shy while blushing a lot. He sees it but does not say anything. You are grateful for that.

'Yes of course ma'am,' he jokes lightly, saying it in an old English tone. He winks and you chuckle back at him.

Roane grabs the coloured bandages and wraps it around your left arm, making you cringe and blush. You do not "like" him, but he is pretty attractive.

Time goes on as Roane helps you with the scratches on your arms, just then comes the part you hoped he would skip.

'You have some bad cuts on your leg Y/N. Can you please remove your skinny jeans so I can look at them?' Roane asks shy. He blushes too. His cheeks turn the colour of his hair.

You think it trough and decide.

He is a doctor, he can help me, You think. But he is a young man of my age and I feel uncomfortable.

Two opinions rip you apart.

Nobody is here in the pouring rain and you wanted to became friends so take that step than! Your mind blows but eventually you not for a yes and remove your skinny jeans.

He is a real gentleman and does not look at anything you have to offer, he only focuses on your leg. While he does the same with your legs as with your arm you wait in silence.

Once he finishes he tells you to take your jeans up and zip the zipper that is in it.

'Don't run or walk when you've the choice not to. Don't lie down on your left side and don't wear skinny jeans for a couple of days. Just wear dresses,' Roane tells you what not to do and you nod understanding what he means.

'Thank you Roane,' you thank him and blush lightly.

'No credits to me. Here's my number if you want to talk or ask something about the wound. Just call me when you feel too.'

He blushes like a red traffic light and winks. He tells you the hospital where he works in and starts to sing with a song, listening to Ed Sheeran.

He then remembers that you cannot walk and stops the music, your puppy eyes are brightened and big.

'I could hold you if you want,' he says and you get a strong thought. Maybe, one day, you will thank him by a surprise party.

You only nod and again he picks you up bridal style so you lie against his chest. It is still raining but Roane his headphone is water proof. You tell him your hotel and he brings you there.

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take it easy cornflakes! Roane will be no loverboy or anything like that;)

love ya guys so much!

and as always

Stay BOSS!!!