Sink Your Teeth Into Forever

Sandra's POV
I lugged Ashley across the floor and managed to lay him on the couch. He was fully unconscious by the time his head touched the cushions. I had to grab his legs and push them the rest of the way onto the couch. When I pulled back to assess my situation I realized that my hand was covered in blood. One part of his jeans was far darker than the rest. I was not about to let one of my best friends bleed out in my care. I watched him for a minute, not really seeing him, just trying to think. How bad were his injuries? Did I know enough first aid to help him? What if he never woke up? Suddenly I realized what I was looking at. His body was completely unmoving, I wasn't sure if he'd taken a breath since I laid him there. The was a moment of panic and then I forced myself to think. I put my ear to his chest and sighed with relief. I could hear the steady thumping of his heart as well as the woosh of air in his lungs. I was concerned to notice that his heart rate seemed to be faster than normal, and his breath was shallow. I swallowed more panic and tried to convince myself that I could take care of him. I pulled away from him and noticed that he was shivering, the rain probably didn't help either. I was soaked all the way through as well but at least I had more than just skinny jeans on. I decided that before I checked on his wounds I needed to keep him warm. I ran to the closest closet in this house and grabbed all the towels blankets and pillows that I could manage. I came back and looked at him laying there, his chest covered in bruises, that seemed a little less prominent than before. Strange. Maybe they were right about him being some sort of strange creature. I'd ask him when he woke up. I dropped the towels, blankets and pillows next to the couch and tried to think of what I should logically do first.
What were you supposed to do for a person that was badly injured. Keep them warm. Then look at the injuries and see what you can do for them. I knew that I had to get his jeans off they were soaked with rain and seawater. Everyone knows that jeans don't dry out quickly, but I battled with myself for a minute. Imagining what an awkward situation it would be if he woke up right when I was taking his pants off. Imagine explaining that one, actually probably wouldn't be that hard in this situation. Therefor I had no excuse not to do it other than my own awkwardness. I decided that it needed to be done, no matter how strange it might be for me.
I unbuttoned and unzipped them before heading to his ankles and pulling from there. His shoes were never there to begin with, so I didn't have to struggle with those. I was praying that his boxers didn't come down with his jeans. There were things in this world that I did not need to see, Ashley naked was one of them. Surprisingly his pants came off quite easily, and his boxers stayed put. I was thanking God that he hadn't decided to where super skinny jeans that day. When I got them all the way off I was shocked at was I saw. On the outside of his right calf was a long gash that ran from almost his knee to almost his ankle.
I decided to look at that last. I'd start at the top. The wound above his right eye. It appeared to have stopped bleeding but looked like it had bled a lot. Head wounds do that. I couldn't tell how bad it was because the blood had dripped down his face as well as into his hair. I got up and went to the kitchen, I dug around in the cupboards for a while until I found what I was looking for, a bowl. I filled it with water from the sink and grabbed a hand towel on my way out. As medieval as it seemed that was the best way I had of cleaning him up, unless there was a first aid kit somewhere. I dropped the bowl and towel off and checked under the sink in the bathroom. Sure enough there was a basic first aid kit. I shook my head, my brain wasn't working right, I should have checked there first. I brought it back with me, checking inside I found that there was nothing that would help me clean it, so my medieval method was going to be the best option. I sat next to him and cleaned the dried blood off of his face, and did my best with getting it out of his hair. All the while his eyes remained closed, but he did move occasionally. A twitch of a finger, or slight change of expression on his face. I considered that a good sign.
Once most of the blood was gone I found that it all had come from a thin cut. Not big but possibly deep, I couldn't tell because it was already scabbing over. Strange I thought because some of the blood was still wet while I was cleaning it up. I would have a lot of questions for him once I was sure he wasn't dying.
I continued down, his chest was bruised, and his ribs seemed to show through more than I remembered, but those were things that would only get better with time and food. I dried his upper half with the towels and then wrapped him in blankets. I began to notice that he was not just wet from the rain, but he was also sweating. Sweating and shivering, that was almost always a sign that there was some sort of fever involved. Then I got to the one that I was really hoping would never come. The long cut on his leg. It was swollen and red, dripping with blood and some other things that I didn't think should be coming from a wound. The cut itself was a dark red color and I could almost see it pulsing. It had bled a lot. His jeans had whisked most of it away though. I felt sick just looking at it, but I did what I could. I cleaned it like his head wound, only this time I decided to use the disinfectant when I was done. Just as I touched the wipe to the cut I heard a sharp intake of breath. I jumped and looked up. Ashley's eyes were open and he was watching me. I had no idea how long he'd been awake. There were so many things that I wanted to say to him, to ask him, that they all clogged up in my vocal cords and I couldn't say anything.
"That's not going to do anything but sting, the dang thing's already infected," he said.
"I don't care, I'm going to do it anyway," I replied. I ran the wipe over the cut gently and he gasped in pain.
"How do you know it's infected?" I asked even though it was obvious that it was.
"Well first of all it should have been almost healed by now, I got it before this one," He said pointing at the one on his head. It was smaller than I remembered. He looked at his hands and sighed. I started to wrap his leg with some gauze. He helped by lifting it up so I could get the roll around. The air was thick with the questions that I wanted to ask, we both had questions. I finished wrapping it up and looked up at him. I was about to say something, but he started first.
"I guess after all these years it's time you learned what really makes our band the outcasts of society,"

Notes

Sorry if that end was abrupt, I'm struggling not to fall asleep while I write this. So on this one I really need some comments, one reason is that I have no idea how good this is because I'm falling asleep, so I'd like to know if you like it or not. Also I'm at a good transition point so who do you guys want to hear about more, Ivy or Ashley and Sandra. I'm going to look in the comments and see which is a more popular vote and write based on that. Also I need to tell someone who doesn't already know this: I just got VIP passes to meet BVB, so I'll tell you about that when it happens. So anyway comment, vote, subscribe, all of that, and remember if you think that no one loves you remember that I do.