Healing Anger

Healing Anger (Oneshot)

It was still 2 pm and Amiah still hadn't gotten out of bed. Her mind had been jumbled recently and it tended to race. All of these thoughts were always about one particular man. All she could think about, day in and day out, was Darkiplier.

She and Dark had known each other for a couple years now and she still couldn't figure out what she thought of him. One minute she was thinking about how much she loves being around him, and the next, every thought of him made her jaw clench in anger. He was a broken man and she understood that, but sometimes he really got on her nerves.

Her bedroom door swung open, hinges creaking. She stayed as still as possible, as to not immediately alert the person where she was. Obviously it was a futile attempt. A faint high pitched ringing filled the room.

"Amiah..." Dark tried to get her attention.

"Dark, whatever it is, the answer is no." She angrily said without turning to look at him.

"I believe this is of importance." She could hear the annoyance in his voice. She stopped to think about if she should give him her attention when his breathing snapped her out of it. He was breathing heavily and sporadically. When she finally realized something was wrong, she looked up at him standing in her doorway. He was leaning up against the door frame, using it to keep himself upright. His usually clean suit was shredded and soaked in blood; some his, some not his. The entire right side of his face looked like a bite was taken out of it.

"Oh my god..." She bolted out of bed and ran to his side, forcibly laying him down on her bed.

"Hey. What do you think you're doing?" His voice echoed through the room.

"What's it look like, dumbass?" She ran over to the other side of the room to grab the well used first aid kit on the shelf. She had basically turned into Illinois' nurse for whenever he made a bad decision on a trip.

"I'm fine. There is no real need to help me." He said as calmly as he could. The ringing in the room began to increase in volume ever so slightly.

"Yeah right, you look like you just got chucked out of a plane 50 times. What even happened anyway?" She took his jacket and tie off before starting on his buttons.

"Anti." his voice dripped with anger as he said his name.

"Damn, really? This was all anti?"

"We had... a disagreement." He clearly did not want to relive that scenario and Amiah didn't blame him.

"Yeah, I can see that." She undid the last button and began taking the white bloodsoaked shirt off of him. His stomach was nearly torn open and it was still soaked in his blood.

"Amiah, I'm fine. Stop this." He tried to sit up again with a wince, but was met with her hand pushing him back down.

"Sit still and shut up. Please, Dark, you need help."

"No I don't I'm-"

"That doesn't sound like shutting up does it." She turned to take out some clean bandages from a nearby drawer, along with a bottle of hydrogen peroxide. "Eh, good enough for now," She mumbled to herself as she made her way back over to him. She placed the clean gauze on the wound, letting some of the blood soak up. "So come on, out with it, why were you two fighting?" He grunted in pain again.

"It's really not important-" He got cut off with another wave of pain. She took the hydrogen peroxide and dipped one of the bandages with it, applying pressure to his wound. The stinging from the hydrogen peroxide made him visibly wince again.

"Sorry..." There was a pause as she worked, occasionally apologizing for every flinch and groan. "Dark, you promised me I wouldn't have to do this again." He was silent, apparently deep in thought. She finished up on the first stomach gash and started on the second.