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Post by Jason Monroe on Aug 13, 2013 20:14:09 GMT -5
When he finds his way out of my arms, I look down before going to the couch and sitting down. I knew it was years since I had cut last; actually, it had been months. My fingers wrap around my waist and I look around, hoping I could find some way to get him to like me again. My legs find strength and I walk to the kitchen, finding one of the simple kitchen knives I kept hidden and decided why the hell not cut my wrists this time. I started at my elbow and slid the knife over the delicate skin in horizontal streaks until blood trickled down my arm. This was the first time in a while and I couldn't say that I was proud but it was all I knew to do. I sat on the kitchen floor and looked at the blood, dropping the knife and groaning when it fell into my thigh.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Aug 15, 2013 21:52:23 GMT -5
I reach for my bottle, leaning back against the bed as I unscrewed the cap and brought it to my lips. I just wanted the pain in my nose to go away, the bruise that had probably formed when I hit the cement when Troy had dropped me. I wanted my fucking pills. It clicked. The only other person here was Jason. That meant he'd gone through my stuff. I stumble to my feet, pulling open a drawer to find my three pictures. They were still there. I sign, sinking back onto the floor as my hazel eyes ran over Mark's face, his blue hair. I bite my lower lip and flip the one of him alone over to read the back. 'I love you forever and always, babe. -xoxo, Mark' I growl and push them away, scotting into the corner before bringing my bottle to my lips again.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Aug 16, 2013 21:24:45 GMT -5
I feel how deep the knife is and lean my head against the wall and growl slightly. I hated to admit it but I needed Calden's help. "Calden," I call, my face hidden slightly. My hand wraps around the wound on my arm and I bite my lip, keeping my eyes closed so that I am not forced to see his face when he comes into the kitchen. With a huff, I bite my wrist to keep from crying out as I move my leg, wanting to yell when it forces the knife deeper into my thigh.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Aug 16, 2013 22:19:05 GMT -5
A quarter of my bottle is gone when he calls my name and I huff, pushing myself to my feet, stumbling against the bed. I huff as some of the bottle's contents spill over my front and brush at it, picking at the dried blood on my nose as I start down the hallway and freezing in the entrance to the kitchen, hazel eyes taking in the scene of Jason sitting on the floor, knife buried in his thigh, blood spread around. I gag, pulling back and putting the side of my head against the wall of the hallway, shaking my head, one half of my thin body still visible to him, clutching the Jack on my hand. Even though I cut, to, I wasn't used to other people's blood. And, honestly, I didn't know what he expected me to do.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Aug 17, 2013 21:59:17 GMT -5
I look up as I see Calden come to the door though he is soon gagging and I can't help but sigh. "If you have to, call the hospital but I need immediate help. I'm sure the knife fell into a vein," I say dully. My arm was fine; nothing serious at all. My leg, on the other hand, was almost being cut through. I knew that the knife was almost to the bone, if not already scraping it. I groan and look around, hoping that there was something to stop the bleeding though I highly doubted it.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Aug 17, 2013 22:08:13 GMT -5
His words make a knot form in my stomach and I shake my head even though Jason can't see me. "If I had my pills I could give you one for the pain." I say crossly, pushing my red and black hair from my face as I take a swig from my bottle. "But, put this on it." I say, holding my breath as I walk over to the counter to grab a clean towel. I hand it to Jason and squeeze my eyes shut so I don't have to see the blood. "Do you have gauze, a needle, and thread?" I ask, daring to look down at him. My hazel eyes wander to his arm and I slowly put the pieces together, though I decide not to say anything.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Aug 17, 2013 22:15:47 GMT -5
I almost sigh as he mentions his pills though I keep my poker face. I take the towel he gives me and wrap it around my leg before nodding at his question. "Yeah, in the bathroom. It should be in the bottom drawer of the vanity," I say and bite my lip as I move my leg. I guess it was a good time to tell him I took his pills but at the same time I decided not to. It meant that he could decide not to let me have one for the pain. I could feel the sweat on my forehead from all of the moving and I knew that it wasn't anything good.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Aug 17, 2013 22:21:34 GMT -5
"Good thing mom taught me to sew." I mumble, setting my bottle on the counter. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to be trying to patch Jason up while having a slight buzz, but driving him to the hospital might be worse. I go abck to the bathroom to find the needle, thread, and gauze and go back into the kitchen. "Have a sip of this." I state, handing it to him while sitting back on my butt like a little kid while trying to stick the thread into the needle. "You might wanna take off your pants and stuff, so I can stitch it.. swear I won't try to suck you off." I mumble as my brow creases as I keep trying to thread the needle.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Aug 17, 2013 22:30:18 GMT -5
I lean back until he comes back and passes me the Jack. I take a large sip and relax slightly until I hear him say that a should take off my pants. I shrug mentally and groan as I take out the knife before quickly shrugging out of my jeans and wrapping the towel around it again. "So, what's wrong with me, doctor," I joke with a light chuckle though I'm soon pained by how quickly I moved. I put more pressure on the towel though I feel it hurt more.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Aug 17, 2013 22:38:42 GMT -5
Finally I get the thread through and unroll more, rolling my eyes at Jason's question. "Well, you had a huge knife sticking out of your thigh. that's usually not good." I state, putting the needle and thread roll down before pushing up the edge of his boxers so I could see the wound better. I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment, willing myself not to gag again. "It'd be better if you'd tell me where you hid my fucking pills, if not you'll probably feel the needle go through each time.. and I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to heat the tip of the needle." I say, trying to scare Jason into telling me where they were. I felt bad about it, yeah, but I was going to use this to my advantage if it meant getting them back.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Aug 17, 2013 22:46:39 GMT -5
I smile slightly though when he moves my boxers up, I feel the butterflies tingle. I look away before looking back, listening to him though I shrug. "I've been through worse. I'm pretty sure I can do this. Though, if I do tell you, you'll have to find some way to repay me other than being my doctor," I say with a shrug. I keep my eyes on his for a minute before yawning and feeling the fatigue finally hit me.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Aug 17, 2013 22:55:50 GMT -5
I raise my eyebrows at his reply before shrugging my shoulders. "Fine, I'll suck you off later." I sigh, grabbing the needle and thread before scooting closer to Jason so I'd have a better angle. I runroll more thread before biting my lower lip and deciding I didn't have to heat the needle- that was just for when you had blood under fingernails.. or I was pretty sure. "Ready?" I ask, not waiting for an answer before sticking the needle through his skin and out the other side, gagging slightly as I pulled the thread through before starting the process again.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Aug 18, 2013 14:27:19 GMT -5
I roll my eyes and shrug as he scoots closer. "Not necessarily what I meant," I say with a sigh. I watch as he gets ready to stick the needle through and look away quickly when he speaks. A groan escapes me as he pulls the needle through and I close my eyes tightly. "Uh, thanks...I guess," I moan as he continues. I didn't know how you responded to someone stitching up your leg but I guessed this was a place to start.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Aug 18, 2013 15:13:29 GMT -5
"I don't have to give you a blowjob." I mumble as I focus on the needle and thread. I wanted to barf, but nothing would come up except alcohol, and I didn't want to throw up in front of Jason. I pull the needle through a couple more times before huffing. "Will you fucking stop moaning?" I growl, pausing to look up at him. I couldn't really focus with him making in pain sex noises close to me. I push my red and black bangs out of my face ebfore bending over his thigh again, pulling the needle through a couple more times before it was done. It hadn't beena huge gash, but it'd been deep. I sigh and tie off the thread before reaching for the gauze before lifting his leg to start wrapping it around.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Aug 18, 2013 16:04:02 GMT -5
I nod and look at the needle as it goes in my leg again and watch for a minute before looking up as he tells me to stop moaning. I roll my eyes and bite my lip as I wait for him to finish. Soon, I feel him begin to lift my leg and I take in a sharp sigh as he wraps the gauze around it. "When will this be done? It hurts like hell," I complain as I beat my head against the wall. I knew I wouldn't be able to walk on it properly for a while but I was going to need a shower soon. "Hey, think you could help me take a shower later?" I ask, looking up at Calden.
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