A journey into the world of fatasy!

Part 18

We turned around slowly and could see a very small, faint light shimmering far ahead of us.

That was the campfire in the oasis. It was our guide now.

The whole way I tried to support him as well as I could but ... well ... me as a weak person and a woman at that? Didn't have a lot of strength. He didn't really need any help, he could walk without support. But still I tried.

When we were back in the oasis, Piccolo sat cross-legged by the tree, near the campfire. He didn't say a single word and just looked at me the whole time and with an expressionless face.

I looked at him from top to bottom. Only now, in the light of the fire, could I see that he had some wounds and the upper part of his combat suit was as good as torn. I took my homemade little wooden bowl and ran with it to the lake to fill it with water.Back at Piccolo's, I sat down right in front of him. I put the bowl down next to me. I quickly put more wood into the fire because the fire was about to go out.

When I had done this, I reached for my backpack and took out the large handkerchief and the iodine. Which I was really grateful for now. I put the backpack back. But without my noticing it, the ten Magic the Gatherig cards in a protective card cover fell out of the side pocket of the backpack.

I took out my little pocket knife and cut the rest of the rags of his suit so that his upper body was now completely exposed. Piccolo hadn't even moved or said anything the whole time. He was just watching me. I wasn't afraid of him anymore. I just wanted to help him now, nothing more. I wet the handkerchief and began to clean all of his wounds that I could find.None of the minor wounds were bleeding anymore, what luck.

As I was taking care of his wounds, I noticed what a strong, toned body he had. I even caught myself how much I really enjoyed being able to touch him. Well, I really had a crush on him. I proceeded very carefully and delicately, I didn't want to hurt him.

From time to time I had to put more wood back into the fire, it shouldn't go out. So I had enough distraction the whole time. So remote that I really didn't notice that he was looking straight into my eyes the whole time. If I had noticed, I would have surely left him. By now I had cleaned almost all the smaller wounds on his upper body, except the larger one on his shoulder. I got up first and took the bowl and said to him: "I'll get some more water first, okay?" I looked into his eyes for a moment, he looked at me again with his penetrating, steadfast gaze.I quickly turned and walked slowly to the water. Poured the old one on the floor and filled the bowl with new one. Then I came back to him, but this time I sat next to him in order to come directly to his left shoulder.

It was quite a large laceration that I could see and it was still bleeding a little. I cleaned it very carefully with the wet handkerchief. I kept touching his arm and sometimes his shoulder. His upper arm was as wide as one of my thighs. >> Wow what biceps! << I thought and had to realize again that I was weak when I looked at him again. His body also gave off a very strong heat, as I noticed now.

"I'm sorry ..." I said softly to distract myself a little and to start a conversation. He turned his head slightly towards me.

"I ... I didn't mean to yell at you beforehand. I ... I was suddenly just so angry because ...!"

"Is OK!" he fell in between me and I looked a bit puzzled. "Really?" I asked.

He didn't say more, but still read his face turned a little to me.

I had now cleaned the large wound, and it had stopped bleeding too.

I now picked up the bottle of iodine. "This is iodine" I show the bottle. "I will now use it to disinfect your wounds. It burns very badly on the wound!"

I opened the bottle and put some iodine on the handkerchief. Very slowly and very carefully I now covered his wound with the iodine. He didn't even respond.

Not even a muscle twitch, nothing! The iodine had to burn like hell! But he didn't seem to feel it, or he didn't mind.

I would have loved to bandage his wound, but I had nothing there.

>> Wait a minute! << I thought and something occurred to me. He had thrown his cloak on the floor here a few hours ago.I could use the cloak. Yes indeed. I got up on my knees and looked over to the right. His training clothes were still lying back there in the dark.

"Um ...! I hope you don't mind that I get your cloak and ... um ... use it to bandage your wound?" I asked him a little unsure. Piccolo said nothing. So I ran and got (only) his cloak. I ran to him again and sat down on my knees next to him. Now I pulled out my small but fine penknife again and cut into the cloak. Then I tore off a whole, long strip. I now very carefully bandaged his wound with it. Then I sat down in front of him again. I still had to disinfect the small wounds.

"Tell me ..." I started again "Why did you train in the middle of the night? Don't you sleep a little at night? Always just training?" I asked stupidly again to start a conversation.He didn't answer me, but he looked straight back at me. >> I would like to know what he thinks! << I thought when I treated his smaller wounds with the iodine. I had to briefly think about whether he believed my story or not.

"So ... done," I said proudly and smiled broadly. I quickly put more wood back into the fire when I noticed that it was threatening to run out.

Then I want to go back to Piccolo, who was still watching me, which I now fully noticed. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable and wanted to get up and walk away. But I was stuck to the floor. I looked at him briefly, our eyes met again. Just like a few days ago when I looked him in the eye for the first time.

Again his gaze was so penetrating and firm and now I finally saw it properly. There was really a flash in his eyes. It was almost as if he was slowly hypnotizing me again, but was still able to quickly turn my gaze back down.I looked at his hands now. His hands that were on his crossed legs. >> Oh god! << I thought again, trembling inside >> His eyes ... his gaze! <<

Now I noticed his right hand. I could see part of his palm. "Your hand is injured too!" I called and just took his hand in mine and opened it without being shy. At that moment I just wanted to play the nurse again. ^ - ^

Now I could see in the light of the campfire that his whole palm was a big wound. He had no skin on it at all. I grimaced at the sight. That must have hurt like hell.

"Ouch!" I said, shocked and very worried. I took the bowl of water and my handkerchief. With the handkerchief I stroked this wound very gently and very carefully.

I got his big hand very close to me and held his with my left hand.

"So ... now it's time for the iodine again!" I said and grimaced and looked at him. He was still looking deep into my eyes and with a look that I really couldn't describe.

I quickly looked away again and looked for the bottle of iodine. But I didn't find it at first. Quite irritated, I looked for the iodine. "Where's the iodine? It has to be here?"

I looked as and true while so distracted that I myself did not even notice how I stroked his fingers with the thumb of my hand in which I had his, as lightly. It was such a habit of mine. Whenever I was in thought I would fold my hands together and run one thumb over the other. ^ - ^ "

Only now, slowly I got into what I was doing and I could feel my cheeks getting really warm. But at the same moment I found the iodine. Now I saw my Magic cards lying there too.

"There it is!" I said happily and stretched past Piccolo to the right and grabbed it.I also kept the Magic cards. I put this down next to me.

I now disinfected his injured hand. I grimaced when I did this.

>> It must burn pig! << were my thoughts but Piccolo didn't even flinch.

I looked at him again now, he had closed his eyes. >> It hurts him a lot, I knew it! << But he gave no response. The expression on his face was calm and relaxed. But still I couldn't get rid of the feeling that he seemed to be in pain. But he probably didn't want to admit it in front of me.

I got his cloak again and tore out another long strip.

I could see that he had opened his eyes again and that he was now reaching for the Magic cards with his left hand.

He looked at the first card in the protective sleeve that he could see. An angel was depicted on it.

He wanted to know from me what it was and I explained that a card game came from my world.And that it would be the magic world that appears in my face.

My fanfic !!!! I had forgotten all about it. He must have read everything through completely. I got red in the face all of a sudden. Yes, I literally glowed!

I quickly started to bandage his hand to force myself to rest again.

"Your story tells almost nothing about this world!" he said now and looked directly at me again.

"Umm ..... I haven't got that far with writing!" I said softly.

"Tell me more about her!" he asked me now and I looked up at him in amazement, but then quickly again at his hand. His hand was bandaged now. I had treated all of his wounds and now he wanted to know more about Magic the Gatherig. ^ - ^ "

So I told him a lot about it. How were the rules in this game that there were five different colors of magic (manna) and tell about them in more detail!But I also had to tell him about some of the people who appeared in Magic. From the good to the bad. I had to go into more detail about what they did, could do and so on. Oh wow, that was a lot of speaking work for me. ^ - ^ "(Won't