Random uhh oneshots I randomly write

I dont have a name for this so uhh

"Family reunions, family dramas and stuff. Everything's going well I guess. I've been working out and stuff, nothing really happened so far," I responded, "your days sound rough. What's up with your therapist?"
"Apparently my mom said I've been acting strange so she set up some appointments for me, I don't really want to talk about it.
"That's fine..." I swayed a little. "You sure you don't need anything ?"
He shook his head, "I just want to sleep..."

I agreed with a firm grunt. Dan took his arms from around me and stretched, laying back on my bed. His big bed is another thing I've gotten used to. Dan's house is three times the size of mine, and my house is moderately big. His bed is big compared to mine.
He reached down to his pants, pulling them off swiftly like he's done it many times before. He kicked them off carelessly, then covered his face with his forearm.

I looked at his legs and noticed some cuts and bruises scattered about. Some places looked like new cuts were formed, others older. Some of the recovering skin look like it's healing was interrupted by his jean fabric. Some cuts were doing that thing when they bleed but it doesn't seem out. I didn't even notice that I started to glide over his legs, feeling over the cuts.
"Hm?" he questioned my action.
"What happened to your legs?" I asked him, inspecting the scars more.
"I dunno. I guess it just happened," he answered carelessly.
"I don't think things like this "just happen." I advised, "It looks like you fell on fifty thorn bushes then hit your knees on some rocks."
"I might've," he responded satirically.

I gave him one of those mother stares that try to get you to say something else or answer a question or is just used when they think you're lying or said something weird. He didn't see it, but I guess he knew I was staring because he explained.
"I guess I fall out of my bed during night terrors or something. The sides of my bed are pretty sharp and I think I walk around and run into things."
No wonder his mom set him up for two therapy appointments. I've never seen or even heard of Dan sleepwalking or falling out of bed during his night terrors and nightmares.

"Do you think it's stress?"
"I don't want to talk about it right now," he avoided my question. I was hoping it would be fine to hold it off until later when he was feeling better, but he usually avoids talking about things that scare him personally. "Is anything bothering you?" He redirected the attention to me.
"Not that I know of,' I told him nonchalauntly,"did you put anything on your cuts?"
"I put some cream or whatever on it."
I stared at his legs more.

"You're not hurting yourself on purpose, are you?"
"What? No,why would I do that?" I knew he was telling the truth by the way he said it.
I moved over a bit to open my nightstand drawer and pulled out some bandages. I was surprised that he didn't put any bandages on to bind his wounds. I would assume that he of all people would do that. Nothing looked infected on his legs or anything, which was good. Taking some sanitizer and rubbing it into my hands, I pressed down gently on one of his bruises.
"Does that hurt?" I asked him.
"A little," He hissed.
If that hurt then it must've been really hard for him to walk around as much as he usually does. I lifted his leg and wrapped his leg tightly with the bandage.

"Thank you," Dan startled me. Dan hadn't spoken so I thought he fell asleep while I was patching him up.
"No problem," I slipped a safety pin into the binding, then laid down next to him. he touched my hand and squeezed lightly. "Your skin is always so soft..." he trailed off,bringing the dorsal side of my hand to his lips, pressing tenderly. "I haven't seen you..." He mumbled. I was starting to get tired as he spoke. I closed my eyes and Dan rambled on as we both fell asleep.

It was dark outside when we woke up at the same time. We were still laying side by side, my hand in his. Dan was holding his phone in his other hand, holding it a good distance from his face. He noticed I was awake and rubbed my thumb with his with a small smile.
"You still feeling stressed?" I questioned him.
He nodded drowsily, clicking his screen off and letting it flop onto the bed. I slid off of the bed, kneeling before him to check his legs again. "Does it still hurt at all?"
He sat up. Dan kicked his legs a few times, then shook his head. "Not as much as earlier." He smiled softly. I began to unravel the cloth from his pale skin. All the cuts looked better and soaked up and sanitized. The bandage was a little bloody but that was the worse thing I saw, which isn't that bad at all.