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"Jesus, how did you even do that?
The cadet just sits there, tears running down his face as he tries to swallow back his cries.
Nigel kneels in front of him to get a better look at the wound. "Look.. kid, you're going to be fine i have medical stuff upstairs, just because I don't like you, doesn't mean you can't cry, you'll make yourself feel sick holding it in like that and I'm not taking care of you when you throw up. I'm only helping you now because I need you alive for answers. Do you understand me." He says being firm with him, because if he cares too much this whole thing blows up and.. never mind. "Stay here."
"Yes sir, I won't move." Andrew squeezes out before letting a small, helpless cry escape his mouth.
Nigel just nods before turning and leaving back upstairs, he searches around for a few minutes before finding a suitable medical kit. He thinks about heading back downstairs before ultimately deciding Andrew needed some time out of that room anyway. "Andrew get up here!" He calls down the stairs, for around a minute he hears no movement from downstairs apart from the small cries every so often, his patience slowly starts to thin. "Cadet get up here now before i drag you up." He calls down more firmly, aggressive. He then hears frantic shuffling as Andrew clambers up the stairs, pausing in the doorway like he'd been electrocuted. "What are you waiting for? Come here. It's not a trap." Andrew cautiously walks over to him before sitting in the chair directly in front of Nigel.
"So dramatic.." Nigel mumbles as Andrew winces at the disinfectant's sting against his gash.
"S-sorry"
Nigel just hums back, he finishes up and care fully puts a bandage over it. "There, that should be fine for you, I'll check it again later and change the bandage. What do you want to eat?"
Andrew nods along before pausing. "wait what?"
"What, what?"
"you asked what i want to eat?"
"Yes. so, choose."
"oh.. erm toast?"
"Just toast?" He raises his eyebrow at the cadet.
"Yes... please."
"okay, so toast, fruit, a drink, and small snack for later, got it."
"Wait that's not what I sai-"
"I said. I got it." He says in a low, firm voice.
Nigel turns around, walks to the large kitchen and starts preparing Andrew's breakfast, not noticing the boy following him to every part of the kitchen until he take small step back and softly collides with him.
"What the fu-. Andrew, what are you doing in here?"
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't know what you wanted me to do and I didn't want to sit on my own and I wanted to... help?"
"What are you, a puppy? Do you cling to everyone who kidnaps you? You have zero survival instincts what so ever." He huffs and pauses for a second. "If you must help me then take this knife and go cut the strawberries or something, no funny business, do you understand me Cadet?"
"Yes sir, I understand." He says as he takes the knife and sits quietly at the kitchen island cutting the fruit as nicely as he can.
A few minutes later, Nigel appears beside him with a plate that has toast with a small square of butter next to it, giving him the option to put it on himself if for wanted to, with a glass of apple juice in his other hand. "Here, put your fruit on and eat." He watches closely as Andrew follows the commands, quietly and perfectly.
(more coming soon)