5 5. Misunderstanding

"It's actually fine, you know. It happens to me all the time." Rachel spoke, trying to calm the boy down.

"No, it's not. Now shut up and let me do my work. " The blonde muttered as he continued to lightly tap the girl's bloodied philtrum with an alcohol drenched cotton ball.

Once he was done cleaning her up, he placed an icepack on top of her head and told her to stay like that for a while.

As soon as Archer left the room, a couple of knocks on the front door were heard.

Heaving a deep sigh of annoyance, he placed the medical kit he held on a nearby table and went to answer the door.

The door swung open with a swift movement to reveal a read head with the brightest smile plastered on his face as he waved energetically at the

oh-so-done blonde.

The brightness in his smile, a contrast to the dark night.

Leaning against the doorframe, Archer asked, "Okay, now what?"

Will, who seem completely unaffected by the younger's rude approach, chirped, "Actually, Henry forgot his cell phone at your place." He spoke.

Shutting his eyes close in exasperation, Archer muttered in a low tone, "Fine. Be quick."

Smiling brightly, Will walked past him, bumping shoulders in the process as Archer wouldn't budge no matter what.

As Will was busy looking for the cell phone his friend had lost, a long moan coming from Archer's guestroom froze him in the spot.

Slowly, he spun on his heels to find an equally panicked Archer looking in the direction of the guestroom.

As if it was their manifestation, a tattooed figure dragging one of her legs, walked out the room with an agonized expression hovering her features.

As she looked up at the guys before her, confusion took over her face.

"Archer? Why haven't you washed up yet?" She asked while eyeing his slightly bloodied hands that hung loosely by his side.

Turning to look at where Rachel's gaze rested, Will's eyes widened more, if that was even possible.

"How come I not notice that before?" Will murmured under his breathe, gazing at Jimin's crimson painted fingers.

"Are you hurt, Archie?" He asked, voice laced with pure concern and panic for the younger one as he began to examine Archer's hands.

Archer, who quickly pulled away his hands, smiled reassuringly, "No mate. I'm fine. It's Rachel's blood."

Will turned to look at the said girl who stood silently, in the middle of the room, watching them both converse.

Rachel's blood?

But Rachel looked absolutely fine from all what he could see.

A second later, Will's eyes lit up and a small twisted smile made its way to his lips. His expression now resembled that of Einstein's probably when he figured out that e=mc^2.

"Oh. I get it. I get it." He announced while glancing back and forth between Archer and Rachel, a naughty smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"What's up with that expression?" Rachel asked mirroring Archer's expression of puzzlement and cluelessness as she urged Will to elaborate as to what does 'he get'.

Snickering a little, he shook his head at the two and began to head for the frontdoor.

All of a sudden Archer's eyes widened as realization hit him hard.

"William, no! It's not her period blood, if that's wha you're thinking!" He cried while trying to catch up with the red head who had almost reached the door.

Listening to the younger rambling like that, Will stopped midway and smirked, "Yeah, right Archie. I believe you."

And with that he left, leaving the blushing pair, on their own.

Silence.

Awkward silence.

That was before Archer decided to break it as he questioned," But honestly, why did you moan?"

Pursing her lips, Rachel took a deep breathe before answering, voice so little that even she couldn't recognize it anymore, "I stabbed my toe against the nightstand."

Nodding in response, Archer, without another word, went to his room, leaving Rachel all alone to whine about the embarrassment.

And so my kids, that was how, Rachel the beetroot, lost count of how many times her cheeks were dusted pink that night.