I heard a movement outside of my room, making me jolt upright on the bed. I heard more moving and then groaning, making Kobe perk his head up and growl softly. I shushed him and grabbed my knife from under my mattress. I slipped on some pajama pants and whispered for Kobe to stay where he was.
I tiptoed to the door and cracked it quietly. I heard someone flip the guest bathroom light on. I slipped out of my room and crept to the door. I saw Jy's back through the crack of the bathroom door making me release a breath. I placed the knife in my pocket.
I was about to turn to go back to my room when I saw him turn around and blood was covering his hand. I slammed the door open as he sat down. The whole front side of his shirt was soaked in blood. "What the fuck?!" I whisper-shouted. I entered and quickly closed the door behind me.
His eyes went wide, "Don't freak out, don't scream, and most importantly, don't tell Devontae." I rolled my eyes, of course that's what he would be worried about instead of what looked like a stab-wound.
"Shut up!" I hissed, grabbing a face towel and putting it to his stomach to hold pressure. "You don't have to stay, I got it," he said loudly.
"Shut the hell up," I repeated. "You're gonna wake somebody up, why are you talking so loud?" He looked at me like I was a dummy. "I didn't even notice I was being that loud," he whispered.
I rolled my eyes once again and hit his hand hard when he tried to push the towel away. "You have to hold pressure, Dummkopf." I slipped, not even noticing. Fool.
He looked at me surprised, "German?" I nodded my head absentmindedly, trying to remember if I had a suture kit in my bathroom. "Look under the sink for a first aid kit."
"Sweetheart, you need a lot more than a band aid to fix this," I told him gently. He rolled his eyes, "just look under there," he gritted in pain. I opened the cabinet and grabbed the kit. I opened it seeing sterile gauze, lidocaine, sutures, a needle, and gloves.
"Okay," I took a deep breath. It's okay, I've trained for this, I got this. Just don't kill your brother. I rummaged through the kit putting on the gloves, "All of this and no morphine or anesthetics?" I asked, looking up at him as his face scrunches up in pain. "No ones just going to give drugs to anybody," he drawled.
I pressed on the injury making him grunt and I smirked in return. I sighed as I stood back up, I took my gloves off, "I'll be back, don't go anywhere."
I ran out of the room hearing him call after me, "I can't really go anywhere!" I sped down the stairs to the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of vodka and bolted back up to the bathroom.I handed it to him, "for the pain." He took three large gulps, making a stank face as it went down.
I put the gloves back on and picked up the sutures, removing the bloody towel, throwing it in the sink. I examined the wound, "Well, luckily, nothing major is damaged." I got to work on sewing him up. I concentrated on not fucking up as he groaned and grunted a couple of times.
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The Road To Her New LifeTeen Fiction
Everything was good for only a minute. Naomi has just gotten her life together, she was happy, she had her friends and family. But then it all changed... ------------------- Naomi's parents and younger brother died in a car crash. She moved to anthe...