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But he didn't even answer me. He just stared at me wide eyed.

"Huh. Uh sir- dude- uhaha .. fuck. Hey person do want some help or..?" I struggle even worse than before.

'What the fuck do you even call a teenager- middle aged fucking- person thing?'

For a split second I swear I saw him smile. Just slightly. But I swear it was there.

".. Uh- no thanks" he mumbled in an incredibly deep voice, finally answering me. I didn't say anything about his voice as I watched blood drip through the bandages.

"... okay..then..." I replied. "Where are you headed?" I ask.

"Med" he said, referring to the med store.

"Don't you think you should get that professionally checked?" I gesture to his arms.

He shakes his head frantically.
"Not worth it"

I nod my head, completely understanding where he was coming from. We'd begun walking, him-I couldn't help but notice-leaving a long, constant trail of blood as he walked by my side.

'I mean.. he wouldn't be able to get all the way to med like that would he? And if I just helped him, it would save his pain and blood.'

We'd reached the stairs when I grabbed him by his upper arm and started dragging him back towards my apartment.

"W-what are you doing?" He asked, struggling to stay on his feet as I pulled him quickly back the way We'd come.

"Kidnapping you" I replied shortly.

"What?" He asked. Stopping abruptly, pulling me back as I stumbled behind him, struggling to stay standing. I used him as support, catching myself before I fell due to slipping on his blood. I scrunched up my face.

"I was kidding" I laughed lightly, catching my breath.

"Oh. Sorry, I would've helped you there, but-" he held his hands up a bit, finishing his sentence by showing me.

"It's okay"

"So.. where are we going?"

"Back to mine. I'll help you. And I can get whatever you need tomorrow." I explained.

"O-oh. No- it's okay" He said.

"No. Now hurry before I really kidnap you" I said, grabbing his arm again.

I heard him chuckle before he said;
"You couldn't if you tried".

I scoffed.

"Ahahah- excuse me??" I give him a questioning look as I smile jokingly. He just laughed.

"Don't underestimate me, Big Guy. I could if I really wanted to" I threatened.

"If you say so, Shortie" He chuckled.

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Corpse's POV

Who would've thought. I finally got to meet her.
First impression? Messy bandaged fists and being unable to close a door. Great first impression.

She pulled me into her apartment, which is when I felt really bad. Her apartment was so freakishly clean. I felt bad just being in there, let alone bleeding everywhere.

I rushed over to the sink as to not let any more blood drip on the floor. The lighting was kinda freaky but it set a nice vibe. She had her lighting set in a deep red colour, but before I could admire it anymore, the lighting smoothly shifted to a bright white, and lofi started playing quietly.

She walked over to me and gently unwrapped my hands from the shitty bandage wrap I'd performed. She ran some hot water and instructed me to put my hands under it. She stood beside and helped me wash my hands with soap.

She used medical wipes to clean the cuts and stop a majority of the bleeding. And then dried the wounds softly with paper towels.

She dressed the open wounds with saline solution, and applied antiseptic ointment.
I gritted my teeth and tried not show obvious pain. She simply smirked and shook her head.

She then used large bandaids to cover the cuts then wrapped both of my hands in a soft, thin bandage, which left it relatively easy to move around.

"There" she shoved the equipment away back in the cupboard, like it was absolutely normal to have all that, and know exactly what she was doing.

"Wow.. uh- ah- I mean thank you" I stutter. She laughs lightly.

"You stay here while I grab some stuff from my car"

"Okay"

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