Joshua Graham Without Bandages Novels & Stories

I looked down, and for the first time I realized that Joshua was wearing a glove on his left hand. I tried pushing Joshua away again, but he did not move an inch. I was suddenly angry that Xander had convinced me that I needed to take herbal supplements instead of a scent masking spray. Granted, the supplements worked longer, but they greatly impacted my strength. If I had been full strength, Joshua would have been on the ground by now… possibly even with a few broken bones. “Relax, Blondie. Just take a drink and then we can go back out there and finish what we started.”

There are tears glistening in Joshua’s eyes when he looks at Javan, who’s still too shocked to speak. “I didn’t know he was in there, dad. I swear.” It takes Javan a while to find words. “Y-You… your friends locked him–” He stops when he hears the entrance door opening again. A second later, Addison enters the living room, wearing a big band-aid on her left temple. For a few moments, the three of them silently stare at one another before Addison sniffles quietly. “B-Baby.” Horrified about what Joshua just told him, Javan runs up to Addison and pulls her into an embrace. “Are you okay?”

They went back to what they were doing as the music erupted from the speakers, making Josh’s joints find their way to where Thomas was supposed to be. Josh crawled through the pressed bodies of people who had nothing on their minds but the beat. He dropped down on the couch. His white sleeves hung down his body, and his black slacks felt like a massive achievement that relaxed the layers of his skin. He was totally glad that nobody had thrown his crown into the trash where imperfection didn't exist. “I didn’t know you would come,” Jam’s voice materialized out of nowhere, giving Josh’s gut a twirl in the noise. “I didn’t know you would be here either, twinkle nose,” Josh commented as he turne

PAST GRAYSON’S POV: “It’s finally fucking Friday,” Josh whopped as soon as Mr. Garrison had disappeared down the curve with orders to ‘scrub every inch of graffiti off this roof’ like we were his personal cleaning crew. Josh wandered over to the ledge, arms spread wide. “I can almost taste the freedom,” he announced to the open sky. “No more detention. No more having to see all your ugly faces after school. No more scrubbing shit.” I almost saw everyone rolling their eyes in unison.

"Mommy says if you put a band-aid on, it won't hurt anymore. Here—you can have this one." He smiled again and took it, letting the housekeeper carefully place it over the cut. When Josie returned with a tray of tea, she found him crouched beside Kira, the childish bandage stuck on his lip, playing Legos as if he belonged there. "Miles," she said, setting down the tray, "I'm sorry you got caught up in all this. It's probably better if we keep our distance. I don't want that lunatic Graham bothering you again."

"Yes. It's fine. I fell. That's it." Aliana understated. Yet Joshua didn't look happy. He suddenly got down on one knee, gently reached out, and grabbed Aliana's arm, checking carefully. The more he looked at it, the gloomier he became. "Go disinfect..." "Alright..." Her wounds were about to heal. There was no need for disinfection at all. Joshua's fingers were cold, in stark contrast with Aliana's burning skin. The two utterly different temperatures make her heart tremble slightly.

“Ummm…do I know you or something? I swear I have never seem that girl in my entire life” I weirdly looked back at the girl in confusion as Joshua expectedly looked back at me . “Ummm, no you do not really know me but ummm….can I talk to you in private?” I awkwardly looked back at the girl before following her line of vision to Joshua standing right behind me. To be fair Joshua did not look all that intimidating especially since he was still bandaged up from the royal rumble we partook in a few days back. Supernatural healing apparently didn’t work all too fast when it came to burns from a dragon’s breath…ouch .

Joshua said. It must've been raining outside. Joshua was soaked to the skin. Even so, he cleaned his hands before carefully tending to my sprained ankle. I used to have a woefully low pain tolerance. When I first started joining fights with Joshua, I would cry pitifully the moment I got a tiny scratch. Back then, whenever I got injured, Joshua would stay with me no matter how battered and bruised he was. He would ask me to bite his arm to ease my pain.

"Why do you think so?" Josiah grabbed Meredith by her wrist and pulled her onto his lap. She immediately avoided his injured arm and gasped, "Josiah Shelby, what are you doing? Do you not want your arm anymore?" His arm was bandaged but this did not stop him from messing around. And the injury on his head was quite serious too. Josiah glanced at his arm that was in a cast, shrugged, and said nonchalantly, "I'm not using the arm and you should stay still too."