The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Andy's POV--

I laid her down on my bed, covering her up with the soft, fluffy white blanket. She pulled ot up under her chin and sunk beneath the covers. I needed medical supplies, and quick.

"Abigail," I said. "We need to get you to a hospital." She immediately moved away from me. "No!" She shouted. "Abigail, you're hurt!" I reprimanded. "Please Andy...I can't pay for that." She said. "I'll pay for it, Abigail! You need help!" I sighed, looking at her cut up figure hiding benathe the covers. "Andy, please." She begged. I didn't want to stress her out anymore, and I noticed that blood had begun to seep into my sheets. "Okay." I said quietly.

I poked my head out the door. "Someone get me all the medical equipment in the fucking house!" I shouted. A little bustle of maids all looked at me and then back to each other, shocked expressions on their faces. "Hurry." I snapped. They scattered about.

I had time now to sit with Baylie and try to get the choker off her neck. It had rubbed so hard her skin was red and bloodied in places. "I need you to lie on top of the blankets so I can see all your cuts, okay?" I said, trying to be gentle. She nodded and shifted herself around, grimacing in pain as she moved a certain way. I reached forward to help her and got her situated comfortably.

Three or four maids hurried in, each with armloads of supplies. They set them on the bed at her feet, giving Baylie questioning glances before scurrying out. "Okay..." I said under my hoarse breath. "Baylie, what area hurts the most?" I asked. She thought for a moment before whispering, "Everything." She had been clutching her stomach a lot, perhaps I should check there first. "Can you take off your shirt?" I asked softly. She nodded, biting her lip snd unbuttoning her plaid shirt. Bruises, cuts, and burns marked her skin like tattoos,meach telling their own story and holding their own pain. I figured I could start with some peroxide on the cuts and work my way up from there. "Did he touch you?" I whispered as I poured the liquid onto a fluffy white cotton ball. "Only a little." She whispered back, wincing as I touched the wounds on her leg.

"Andy?" She asked me, her tone still in a whisper.

"Mhm?"

"Why did you come and save me?"

I was silent. It was a very direct, bold question that was awkward to answer.

"I just...I couldn't let that happen again. Especially to you."

She inhaled sharply as my hand ran over a gash deeper than the others. "Abigail, this needs stitches." I said. She tensed. "No, Andy, just let it heal. Please." She whimpered, her hand running down her leg to move my fingers away from the deep cut on her thigh. "It won't be able to heal without stitches." I moved her hand away and continued to examine the wound. "You do it." She whispered. I had the tools for it, and all it was was sewing skin. I looked at her and nodded, giving in. "Don't say I didn't warm you."

--Baylie's POV--

He pressed the needle next to the stinging cut. "1,2..." He counted. "3." He pressed the needle through the wound, dragging the string through either side.

I screamed.

He pulled the string through my skin. "Andy!" I screamed. "I know," he whispered, stopping for s moment. "Hold on, only a few more." I felt the needle press again and he pushed it in and dragged the skin through. I screamed again, the pain worse than the cut itself. "Hold still!" He scolded, holding my leg down. "Good girl," he said reassuringly, pressing the needle at my skin again. "You're being so good, just a few more." I tried to listen to his words as he once again dove it down beneath my skin and pulled the string through. I didn't scream this time, but I let out a small, pained gasp of, "Andy!" He paused a moment, checking the stitches he had made. "That's my girl." He said tiredly. "3 more."

--Andy's POV--

I pulled the needle to and fro her skin 3 more times, listening to her screams and cries worriedly. I retracted the needle from her thigh skin, pulling the skin with it slightly. "Andy, don't move it..." She whimpered. "You're done, I just need to tie it....Don't move." I said reassuringly. She nodded. "This is going to hurt, but I need to tighten any loose stitches." I said. She nodded fearfully. With one swift movement, I forcefully yanked the string upwards. I felt the stitches tighten. "Andy!" She screamed. "I know, I know I'm sorry. It's done." I said, stroking her bruised stomach gently. I carefully worked to tie off the wire-like string, releasing it from the needle.

"Now," I said quietly. "Let's see what we can do to get this choker off." She smiled slightly at this. "Turn your head a little." I commanded. She turned, exposing a tight latch on the back of the collar. "Found it." I said, pulling one side of the latch over and snaking out the other. She gasped in a large, starved breath, panting heavily. There were irritated chafes all around her pale, sensitive skin and bloodied patches. Towards the back of her neck was the place he'd burned her the worst, and the collar had rubbed it so harshly I could see how badly it must've hurt.

Her neck was clearly the most sensitive part on her; even if I skimmed the shallow cuts on her pale skin she cried out. I wrapped a cold, damp towel around her neck. She flinched away. "Baylie," I warned. She gave me a strange, shocked look and laid still. "What?" I asked, blowing air from my mouth in amusement.

"I-It's just...you called me Baylie."

Notes

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