𝔈𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶 ℭ𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔡 | ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ |

|• Chapter One: Part Two •|

    "I was hoping it would just heal up by tonight, but it won't," I sighed, looking down at my bleeding hand. The blood tinted the gauze a pinkish tone. I inhaled sharply as I balled my fist.

      "I don't think I'll need stitches, so gauze will be fine, and Will, I'm fine, seriously. Both of you boys, I'm fine," I assured them, even though my hand was the least of my worries.

    "Good," Will smiled, he patted my back gently and walked over to Anson.

    "She's fine," He said quietly.

    "I'm sure she will-" I couldn't hear what Anson said back to him, the rest was muffled by them talking quietly.

    "Well, I got us all a few things...here," Anson's voice grew clear, "a book, it's Edgar Allen Poe," his voice smiled.

    "Oh my god, thank you!" I watched Will hold the book to his chest when I turned around, locking eyes with Anson as he spoke. "I figured you wanted that...William, it looks pretty old but I figured you'd want it for your studies,"

    "I'll have to read it, I love it!" He stepped back and grabbed onto the bookshelf, pushing it open, "I'll be back out in a moment, let me go put this at my desk." He smiled and then disappeared into the mess he loved.

    I turned to Anson, "I-" He cut me off,

    "Are you sure you're okay? You seemed different earlier,"

   "I'm fine, let me just get my hand cleaned up, and I'll go upstairs to see Brand and Leanna," I glanced at the stairwell, hearing the movie still going faintly.

    "Okay," Will arrived back in a matter of seconds. "I got some stuff for Leanna, I know she wanted some of that one perfume, just, you should give her it," Anson held out the glass bottle, pink liquid swished inside.

    "Oh, wow, you found some? That's awesome," Will smiled, "I'll give it to her later when she comes down." Will turned to me, he moved his blonde hair out of his face.

    "Let's go get you cleaned up though," he snapped his fingers and then grabbed onto my forearm, dragging me to the bathroom that was placed beside the stairwell. Anson dug through his bag filled with goodies. I turned to Will, and shut the door.

    "I need to tell you something, just nows, not a good time," I sighed.

   "Okay...what's it about?" He asked as he took the bloodied cloth, and tossed it in the sink. Will flipped on the sink, letting the water somewhat drain the blood out of the rag.

     "I'll tell you later,"

   "Okay," He opened up the cabinet to grab a small first aid kit, zipping it open and grabbing the Neosporin and gauze. I watched Will as he opened up the small glass container of cotton balls on the sink top. He opened the small tube and placed a bit of it on my cut

.     "Ow...thanks," I grinned, watching him bandage up my open wound. He pressed down on my hand before wrapping the gauze around my hand.

      "Perfect," he smiled and looked up at me. "Do you want to have it around your thumb, or is this good?"

   "It's good," I winced.

    "Okay," he grabbed the small pair of scissors, and snipped the gauze, pressing it to the part he had wrapped around my hand. "You're all good," he said before he opened the door, yelling out of it, "Anson! Bro! Do you want me to fix your fucking face?" He asked

   "No! I'm good!" He yelled back. "Well, your all set to go see Brand, tell Leanna to come downstairs would ya'."

    "Okay," I smiled and then hugged him somewhat before running up the stairs, hearing Anson coming up behind me. I walked down the hallway the movie growing louder.