The car came to a screeching halt, outside of a gorgeous resort. He jumped out & you did the same, before he had the chance to run over & open the door for you. He pouted but didn't say anything. You speed walked up to the door, he opened it for you, ofcourse. Once inside he straightened up, wipped the blood off from under his nose. Zipped his jacket up (so you couldn't see the blood), shoved his bloody hand in his pocket, & slipped on a pair of sunglasses. You fixed your hair & your outfit (straightening everything out). Put on an innocent smile & walked towards the elevator.
You didn't saw a word to eachother until you were in, the doors were closed, & you were moving.
"So what's the plan?" You asked Andy, calmly, though on the inside you were far from it. He leaned up against the metal wall of the elevator, groaning, & grabbed his side again. Trying to put enough pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding.
"We're going to go up to my room & wait for the rest of the guys. They'll be here shortly & they're bringing a first aid kit. Jake with stitch it up, & we'll be fine. He's stitched wounds like these for me before. It'll be fine." He grabbed your hand again with his free one & rubbed the back of it with his thumb, reassuringly. It didn't calm your nerves much though, you were still worried sick.
"This has happened before?" You looked up at him with teary eyes. You hadn't stopped crying since you started ealier in the car.
"Well, I've been hurt like this before, yeah. Trust me, I'll be fine." His bright blue eyes (yes, they were blue for once) smiled down at you. His jaw was tight though, & he was breathing heavily, he was definitely in a great amount of pain.
The elevator stopped, the doors opened, & you hustled out. He dragged you down the long hallway, to his room. Pulled the key out of his pants pocket & opened the door. He stumbled over to the single bed, tossed his sunglasses across the room. Shrugged his jacket off, tugged off his shirt & examined the stab wound. It was deep, you could tell even from where you were. The tears started to stream down your pale face, & your hands began to shake. It was bad, you were surprised he was even still standing. Then again, he wasn't human.
*Duh.* You mentally slapped yourself.
"Is there anything I can do, until they get here?" You asked him.
"Get me a wet towel so I can clean some of the blood off?" You nodded & walked into the bathroom. You wet a towel & walked back out to Andy. He was sprawled out on the bed, on his back, pressing a bloody hand to his side. His eyes were squeezed shut & he was biting his lip. You thought he might bite through it if he bit down any harder. You sat down on the edge of the bed next to him.
"Here.." You held it out to him. As you did you noticed a couple black tear stains on it, your makeup must have been running.
He took it from you & you wipped under your eyes with the back of your hand. He blotted at the blood a bit before pressing the towel against the cut & looking up at you.
"Hey, stop it. Come here." He patted the bed on his other side. You got up, walked around, then layed down & curled up next to him. He wrapped his free arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. "Stop it, I'm going to be fine." He cooed.
"I know, but still. It's my fault you're even in this situation & I feel terrible. I was being careless again, I wasn't thinking, & got into another shitty situation with another shitty guy that resulted in you having to save me. Again, but this time, you got hurt. You wouldn't have gotten hurt if I just would have been more careful like you told me to be." You cried, burying your face in the crook of his neck.
"That's not true. You were not being careless. & I only got hurt because I let my anger get the best of me. You had it all under control to begin with. I didn't have to save you, you had already taken care of it yourself. I just hated the thought of him touching you & wanted to make him pay for even laying a finger on you. I shouldn't have gone after him, it was already done & over with. We should have just gotten your phone back & left, but instead. I felt the need to go beat his ass myself. & I got stabbed because of it. I couldn't control my anger & had to pay the consequences."
"You're wrong.. I was being stupid & careless again. I went outside to smoke, by myself. I should have taken the girls with me or something, but once again. I decided to go out alone. That's how I ran into you that night. That's how I ended up in that alley with those creeps, too. I went out alone, though I knew I shouldn't have. If I would have just waited, there wouldn't have been a problem with James to begin with." You explained, he didn't say anything. He just stared at you, with a blank expression. "& It was my fault you got stabbed. He pulled the kife on ME. & You were protecting ME, so it was technically my fault." You looked into his eyes, with your sad & apologetic ivy ones. He kissed you on top of your head.
"I don't care what happened before. It was still my fault I got hurt. If I hadn't have gone after him, there wouldn't have been a reason to protect you. Therefore, I wouldn't have gotten hurt. I got hurt because I couldn't control my emotions. Now stop blaming yourself." He paused. "It's just a scratch anyway." He winked at you, trying to act tough. You giggled a bit. Your tears started slowing down.
"Fine." You gave in. "I won't argue with you anymore. I don't think I'd win this argument anyway, you're too much of a stubborn ass." You stuck your tongue out at him.
"Hey! I just took a blade for you & you call me an ass?" You gave him a hurt look.
"You dick, you said it wasn't my fault.." You pretended to be hurt, turned away from him & acted like you were going to get up & leave. He pulled you back down to him though, before you could even get up.
"I'm kidding! I'm kidding! I swear." He laughed & pulled you close too him again.
"Ass." You laughed. Before you could say anything more, you heard a knock at the door. "Finally." You jumped up & ran to it. Opened it & stepped back so you wouldn't get run over. The boys all came flying in, the girls weren't with them though.
*Good, I don't want someone getting sick tonight too.*
You shut the door & walked back over to the bed.
"Oh man, that's deep. He's going to need stitches.." CC said, looking over the wound.
"He's lost alot of blood too.. How are you not sucking the life out of Ember right now?" Ashley laughed. You froze, Andy saw.
"Guys, it's not that bad. I can hold off. Now knock it off, you're going to scare her.." He said, looking at you with worried eyes. They all glanced at you for a moment then got to work.
"Looks like you're all taken care of here. I'm going to go.." You noticed his blood soaked shirt on the ground. "Wash your shirt." You smiled at him, picked it up, then hurried into the bathroom. Finding any accuse you could to avoid watching a needle get shoved, repeatedly, through someone's skin.
You washed it out a couple times, until the water ran clear, rung it out. Then threw it over the edge of the bathtub to dry.
You went to leave, to go back out to Andy & the rest of the boys (hopefully the stitches were in & done. You hated needles) but nearly fell over when you walked past the mirror. Your face was streaked with black tear stains & eyeliner smudges. You looked aweful, you needed to find something to wash your face off with. You noticed some makeup remover on the counter & decided to clean yourself up a bit.
*Thank god, Andy wears makeup.* You chuckled to yourself.
Once you were done, you walked back out to see everyone still around the bed.
"I thought you'd be done by now?" You teased.
"Nope, haven't even started." Jinxx laughed.
*Oh boy..*
"What have you been doing all this time?"
"Cleaning up all the blood, flushing out the wound. Now we're going to stitch him up."
"Great.." You mumbled. Andy looked over at you with worried eyes.
"Ember.. I need you." He held out his hand to you. He sounded so sad, like a little kid, about to get his flu shot. It made you melt a bit. You took it & sat next to him.
"Don't like needles?"
"Not when their sewing parts of my body together, no. Now, tattoo / piercing needles I'm fine with." You laughed.
"I can tell." You teased, tracing some of his tattooes with a single finger. He smiled at you.
"Alright, here we go.." Jake said, you quickly turned your head.
"Don't like them either?" Andy asked, grinning at you.
"Fuck. No." He laughed.