“Thanks.” Rey said as I put her on her bed. “Will Paul find out about this?”
“Martin has to tell him, so yes he will.” I said. She groaned.
“Okay then. Do you mind helping me with a few things before you leave me?” she asked.
“Of course. What do you need?”
“Can you go to my luggage and pull out my first aid kit? It’s so big that it’s almost impossible to miss.” She said as she wrapped a towel around her arm
“Sure.” I said as I walked to her luggage. She was right. The kit took up a good amount of her luggage. It looked like a luggage in a luggage. I pulled it out and set it on the bed.
“Take out the stitches kit and alcohol wipes” she instructed.
“I don’t know what half of those things look like.”
“They’re labeled.” She said as she sat down beside me on the foot of the bed. I got the things our and she pulled out some other things. One of them happened to be a scarf. I had no idea why she needed it, or what half of the stuff was. From what it looked like, she was setting up. She looked me in the eyes. I don’t know what look she gave me, but I didn’t like it.
“Jeremy I’m not gonna lie, but I’m gonna need help stitching myself up. I need you to hold my flesh together so it’ll heal properly.” She said.
“I think I’m gonna be sick.” I thought.
“If you can’t handle it, then you could do something else for me.”
“I said that out loud didn’t I?”
“Yeah. So are you in or out?” she looked in my eyes again.
“In. How else are you going to stitch it?”
“I can do it myself. If you don’t wanna touch me, then hold the scarf to my mouth.”
“So my screams won’t echo through the hallway.” She gulped. This was not going to end well. She got the stitches ready, then wiped away the blood on her arm.
“Cover my mouth now.” She ordered. I did so. She took and alcohol swab and ran it over the wound. I can only imagine how much it hurt. She was right about the scarf. Her screams were pretty loud with it. When the wound was cleaned, she took the needle.
She relaxed her arm and went for it. The first time she screamed really loudly. The next few were not that bad. I watched her with amazement. How did she stay so calm? And she knew exactly what to do. A lot of things went through my head in these moments. How she looked when she was concentrating on getting the stitch perfect. And that little sparkle in her eye when she liked how the stitch was done. After a few more stitches, she cut the thread.
“Done.” She told me.
“Want me to help you wrap it up?” I offered.
“Yes please. The gauze and tape are over there.” She pointed. I helped her wrap her wound, but I had to know.
“I know it’s none of my business, but why didn’t you go to the hospital? They would have numbed your arm, and check other injuries.” I asked. She bit her lip nervously.
“That’s pretty personal business.” She said.
“Oh.. well you don’t have to-”
“No. I think you should know.” She admitted. “It all started when I was six. I was driving around with my mom and we got into an accident. When we got to the hospital she was pretty much dead already, and then the doctors couldn’t save her. This was the first of the many things that go wrong when I’m at a hospital. My aunt died from a stroke along with my grandfather. I have had a few friends that have passed away from accidents. And…” she hesitated for a bit. “Most of my family members were diagnosed with something bad. Like my cousin was diagnosed with skin cancer when she just went for a blood test.” Sympathy washed over me.
“You don’t seem to have that kind of problem.” I said.
“Well who did you think I was?” she asked.
The most gorgeous and coolest girl on the planet. “Just a girl that guys do a double take to. Someone who is looking for their prince and just wants a happy life.” I lied.
“Well, if you really knew me, I’m not that girl what so ever.” She smiled at me.
“To be honest. I thought you were the jock.” She said to me.
“But if you really knew me, I’m a videogame and comic book nerd who becomes very protective.” I said. She laughed and I blushed.
“You’re a great guy Jeremy. Any girl will be lucky to have you as their boyfriend.” She said. She looked at her watch. “We should get some sleep.” She walked over to the door and in followed her.
“Goodnight.” She smiled.
“Goodnight.” I said.
“Thank you for being such a good friend Jer.” She said before she shut the door.