Black Blood Wounds
Empty Chairs At Empty Tables
I waited in the lobby of the hospital, waiting for Blaze to have her arms stitched up. I'm not allowed to be with her because I'm not family. She kept mumbling 'They're gone. All gone.' As Ash drove us to the hospital. I was too busy putting pressure on the wounds to ask. "Mr. Biersack?" A male voice said, bringing me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see Blaze standing next to a man who I'm guessing was a doctor. I stood up and walked over to them. The doctor leaned over to me. "Please keep an eye on her for a while. At least until she comes back to get the stitches removed." He whispered into my ear. I nodded my head, leading Blaze out of the hospital. We both got into Ash's car, waking him up. "Okay Ash. Here's the game plan. We're going to Blaze's apartment, and moving her out." I said nonchalantly. Ash just nodded his head, but Blaze seemed too in shock to say anything at first. "Wait. What?!" She finally said after we were half way to her house. "You're moving in with me. I have an extra room in my apartment that has a nicer bed then yours, and after your "incident", I don't trust you alone." She was quiet the rest of the car trip, and the whole time we were packing her things, even when we told the building management that she was moving. She signed the papers and the change of address forums quietly, like she was still in shock. She didn't say anything the rest of the day, even when we got to my apartment and helped her unpack. Right before I was about to walk out of her new room I stopped and turned toward her. "Goodnight, Blaze. See you in the morning." I turned back around and was about to leave, when I felt Blaze wrap her arms around my waist, hugging me tightly. "Thank you so much, Andy." She whispered, making me smile. "Anything for a friend." I said back, turning around and hugging her back.