We walk into a large plain room. I look around observing everything; white walls, a double king size bed in the center with red a big red blanket and a few black and white pillows, a door to an empty walk-in closet, a couple red velvet couches and loveseats along with black end tables.
A mini fridge over by the couches, white nightstand with white sculpted lamps, black curtains pushed back so you could see the balcony that looked out to the ocean. Mig carries me into a bathroom, white pretty much everywhere besides a few places.
White marble counters and two white sinks, white tile floors, white cabinets, huge mirrors above the sinks, a shower with gray stone walls with glass doors, a white jacuzzi tub in the corner, black bath mats perfectly scattering the floor, red and black towels hanging up on rings and rods. I notice a change of clothing on the left counter "Probably for later…".
Mig gently sets me on the counter. "Take off your clothes." Mig says casually grabbing a first aid kit out of the cabinet. "No." I say not changing my expression from a numb one.
"Whatever, just turn around and sit so I can clean up the cuts and check your leg." He says like he doesn't care at all while rolling his eyes and putting his hands in his pants pockets. I turn around and glance over my shoulder watching him.
He pulls out a knife as he gets closer and starts cutting off the blood filled hoodie. "PTSD." The voice in my head sings.
"Wait, give me a second…" Mig says opening a cabinet. I just wait and fiddle with my hands to distract me. He hands me two pills that I recognize as tylenol, and a bottle of water. "It'll help a little." He says kindly while smiling sympathetically.
"Thanks.." I say grabbing it, quickly taking the medicine and drinking the water. My stomach growls lightly "It's fine, I've gone days without eating before." I internally shrug.
He went back cutting the hoodie and my shirt off my back so it wouldn't stick to me while talking with me casually and occasionally complimenting and flirting with me trying to get me to warm up to him a bit and to distract me.
He applied pressure to stop the bleeding then checked to see how bad it was. "Take a shower... oh and be careful not to get soap in the cuts, it'll hurt.". "Uh-." I say deeming the task almost impossible . "Oh ya ." he said, laughing.
"I hate you." I reply rolling my eyes. "Just give me a minute and then you can come back in when I tell you.". He just laughed and started filling the tub with warm water.
"Oh and extra towels are in the cabinet to your left, I'll bandage you up after your bath and then set everything up and we'll eat then hopefully the doctor should be here." He says shutting the door.
I immediately checked my boot "Fuck my knifes are gone!" I eternally scream. I undress myself the rest of the way carefully, tears spilling out every time I move my arms, my muscles pulling at my shoulders and leg. I bite my lip to hold back any noise.
I grabbed my wallet out of my bra surprised it wasn't taken or had fallen out. "Well at least they hopefully didn't check there… Hopefully my back up knife is still in there!" I sigh, hiding my wallet in the towels in the back of the cabinet.
I wrap a towel around me and then yell for Mig. He walks back into the room and picks me up then brings me by the bathtub. "Water good?" he asks. I put my hand in it and nod. He starts setting me in the water as I slowly bring the towel up so it doesn't get wet. I cover my chest and move my good leg over the other one to cover me enough.
He rubs water over me being careful not to hurt me anymore than he can. He stayed quiet while trying cleaning my cuts the rest of the way.
I was confident so i wasnt that uncomfortable I just didn't really like the comments I got from other people. The water runs down my skin feeling nice and comforting, even though it's tinting my skin red.
I usually think a lot in the shower but this time I was trying to minimize my pain occasionally biting my hand to distract me. I wasn't in the mood to show weakness… Well not anymore than I already have.
Not even my closest friends have seen my cry, I've built up walls to emotionally protect me but the physical pain is killing me. Mig careful washes my hair as I was my body with some vanilla scented body soap.
I rense off one more time before I get out. Mig hands me a towel and lifts me up then sets my on a bath mat. "Fuck this 'tradition'." I think while drying off.
"I'll step out and let you put on some clothes." Mig says walking away. I watch him walk away and close the door. I silently sob putting on the clothing. I slipped on the underclothing which luckily had some undergarments, then slipped on some black high waisted ripped jeans that fit perfectly. "They probably looked through my stuff..." I think looking at the style of the clothes.
"Um… Hey Mig?" I yell out unlocking the door. "What?" He replied outside the door. "Shouldn't we bandage my back before I put on my shirt…. Just asking." I sit on the ground holding the towel to my chest. "That's probably a smart idea." He says opening the door laughing. I roll my eyes "Aren't you guys supposed to be smart?" I ask sarcastically.
"Well the other guys say my dumb moments are cause I'm still a teenager… That's one of the reasons they assigned me to watch over you, cause we're close in age, I mean it was also a reason they didn't want me to watch you but whatever." He says, starting to dry off my back and shoulders. I wince in pain though he tries to be careful around the sensitive skin.
"Wait, how old are you?" I ask curiously. "Just turned 15 not long ago." He replies, placing a gauze over my cuts. "I just hum in response. "Ya like anime?" I ask looking back. He laughs
"I get teased for being a huge weeb all the time.". "Ok but like, same." I say laughing. We continue to talk about our favorite animes and our favorite characters both getting excited finding another weeb to talk to.
"Ok all done, put on your shirt." He says looking happy at his work. "Really." I say glaring at him. "Oh ya you can't move your arms like that." He laughs. He helps me put on the shirt being careful not to hurt me.
"Thanks." I say as he picks me up. "No problem Atom." He replies, bringing me to the bedroom. I looked at him and said, "That's the first time you've said my name.". He thinks for a second "I guess it is Atom."