Save Me

Chapter 22

"You need to clear it first from all the blood to know how deep the wound is but I don't think it's dangerously deep as it is. You need to clear it up with alcohol to avoid any infections. Though when you clear it up to you must be very careful not to open up it any further. But I think you already know that..." I say remembering the night when I saw Corbyn hurt in the living room. That night it's still a mystery to me and maybe always be.

"How are you propose to do that?"

"Since it's small, you can use a cotton swab and after dipping it in the alcohol you can clear the outside of it slowly,"

"Okay, and what about this idiot?" Jacob says turning to Corbyn who shoots him a killing glare.

"Jacob, you don't want to fucking start this shit right now!"

"I'm trying to help,"

"Doesn't fucking look like it!". I peer at Corbyn trying to examine from distance his state. I turn to Jacob abruptly realizing that he has not a single scratch on him.

"You are not hurt," I mutter and I don't understand myself if I'm asking or stating.

"I went later-"

"He came after the fight went down so..." Cyle completes and Corbyn shouts.

"Cyle shut the hell up!"

"What's your damn problem? She has already seen us! She is not stupid...how else would we end up like this?" Cyle roars back furiously standing up as Coryn walks to him challenging him. Jacob gets in the way and stands between them.

"Do you really think at this hour, in the state, it's the right time to fight each other?"

They both start talking at the same time glaring angrily at each other's eyes and Jacob cries to be heard above their voices.

"It was rhetorical! You know what?" grabbing Cyle from his left arm, he begins dragging his out of the bathroom.

"I'm going to clean him up downstairs. Can you stay here and help Corbyn?"

"I can do it myself," Corbyn snaps.

"Sure," Jacob mumbles sarcastically and looks back at me.

"Please,"

I stare at him for a few seconds in total confusion and panic. I don't know if I want to stay in the same room with Corbyn right now...alone and touch him as I clear up his wounds. But the words are out of my mouth before I realize it myself.

"S-sure," I whisper.

"Thanks," and just like that, they get out leaving me alone with Corbyn.

The faucet turns to pink due to blood. Corbyn washes his hands as cold water runs through his bloody hands clearing them. I flinch as he does it. It must hurt muchly to brush them so quickly and abruptly.

He keeps clearing up his hands as I stare at his reflection in the mirror. A frown is plastered on his beautiful face and he seems lost in what he's doing. I look down and see the bruises that cover up his body. In other cases, I would be daydreaming or admiring him but now all my thoughts are consumed by possible scenarios. Maybe he has broken a rib or...or it could be internal bleeding! My eyes widen as fear takes over my body. I don't realize it myself that I move off the wall and walk next to him watching his bruises on the mirror with widening eyes.

If it's indeed internal bleeding that would mean that-

My thoughts are lost when I look at him and see that his arctic blue eyes are in mine. My lips immediately part and his are moving.