"Sebastian, you don't have to uphold me. I can walk, you know? I've injured my hand, not my foot", you say and laugh, looking up into Sebastian's concerned blue eyes while walking through the entrance of the New York-Presbyterian, Seb's right arm around your waist, gripping you tight as if he was afraid you would faint.

"But the blood loss ...", he objects, biting on his poor bottom lip - you've noticed that he does that very often when he's strained or afraid. "Seb! It's just a cut!", you reply, trying to stay serious and don't burst into laughter. It's kinda amusing to see Sebastian like that - overprotective and too worried about a little cut on your left hand. It's still bleeding but it doesn't hurt and you don't loose enough blood to be actually afraid. But Sebastian is and it warms your heart. He cares about you and that makes your stomach feel like there were thousands of butterflies flying in it. Well,maybe that's overstated ... but at least 100 butterflies.

"But it's deep! And oh my - can please someone help her?!" His voice is a shade higher than usual, his hands running nervously through his hair and he seems to be just before an actual panic attack.

You turn around to him, your unharmed hand cupping his cheek. "Sebastian ... it's everything fine. Believe me. Maybe it requires stitches but that's okay. Okay?", you ask, your thumb stroking softly over his skin. He closes his eyes for a second before breathing out. "Okay ... but it was my fault ... I made you laugh. I'm sorry ...", he apologizes, looking ashamed to the ground. You frown and lift his chin up, forcing him to return your look. "Are you kidding me? You apologize for making me laugh? Don't do that ever again ... it was my fault. I'm too stupid to chop a cucumber ...", you oppose, smiling wryly. You both made dinner together and you had to make the salad. You knew that your cooking skills aren't the best but you hadn't expected that you're that bad ... well, actually you cut yourself because you laughed too hard about Sebastian who - being the adorable dork he is - was playing with the food. "And it was pretty hilarious to see you with carrot sticks as fangs ...", you giggle. He was trying to convince you that he's a vampire - you both were talking about Romania, his native country.

Sebastian grins - this little cheeky smile you love so much -, forgetting his concern for a while and says, "I am a vampire! But you aren't stupid ..." You smile, blushing slightly and Sebastian leans in, you can feel his warm breath tickling your lips, only inches away - as a nurse interrupts you both to take you to a hospital room where she stitches up your wound once he injected you narcotics which made you a bit exhilarated. 

Now you're sitting on the bed in the hospital room, waiting for the doctor to check if everything's alright. The nurse said he will come in about ten minutes. You don't know why but what she said made you laugh. Those dumb narcotics ... You hear Sebastian sighing as he lays down next to you, stretching his legs and arms behind his head. "Five stitches ... fuck, I'm so sorry ... that's probably the worst first date ever ...", he mumbles and clenches his teeth, blushing slightly. You shake your head, turning around to him. "At least we ended up in bed together ...", you say shrugging your shoulders, making him laugh loudly. You realized what you've said and blush deeply, your hands covering your burning face. That was definetely the narcotics speaking out of you ... He stops laughing. "Hey ...", Sebastian whispers as he shoves your hands away, smiling his 1000-watt-smile and you can't help but smile back. "And now I'll do what I've wanted to do since you stepped into my apartment ...", he declares and leans in to kiss you on your lips, his hand around your neck pulling you closer and you let his tongue slide into your mouth. He tastes so good, his lips are so soft and this kiss feels so much better than any kiss before.

1000 butterflies aren't overstated you decide.