I Liked Blue Better

First aid

\\ Tom's POV //

You know, maybe it's not too hard opening this sleep stuff and taking it.

I mean, I need it. I can't. Sleep. Like, at all. It's ridiculous. The nightmares of my family don't help either.

I grabbed a pocket knife from under my bed and wiped the dried blood off of it before glaring at the bottle.

Okay, maybe break it? This stuff seems strong so obviously it wouldn't be easy for a kid to open. Would've been nice if Aaron had just opened it and stopped being so nosy.

I took off the cap- seems normal. Then a whole different contraption. Gripping the small blade in my sweaty palms I crashed down onto the thin plastic.

It had almost worked, so I tried a second time. One more time should do it.

I re-adjusted my grip, my hands making the base of the small knife slick.

CRASH.

What.. happened..
My lungs were screaming out. What- what was going on?
I looked around, my vision blurring. The cap wasn't off, so what had..?
Oh.
Oh. Ohhh.

Okay. So that was bad.
I couldn't even bare to look at it as the blood streamed rapidly from the wound. I would have to-

My vision started dropping and I realized how weird blood makes me feel. Stumbling in the bathroom i trouble to fumble for the bandages will all the pain, meanwhile still yelling in pain.

It didn't take long for me to throw up in the bloody sink, but it also didn't take long for me to hear a knock on my door.

No, no..

The curtain I had brought came in handy. I covered up the dirty and bloodied spaces of my room with tapestry, etc, although it would look fine because I was bloodied up anyways.

This was all a simple, misunderstanding..
No, no, answer the door. Now isn't the time.

The adrenaline wore off as I opened the door and the real pain crashed into my head. I barely could open the door before a pair of hazel, horrified eyes stared at me.

I dropped to the ground in front of him in pure pain before processing who it was and starting to speak through my slightly still vomit-chapped lips.

"I.. tried to open the medicine and missed.."

Aaron just stood there.

"..umm.. sorry..I think I ruined the bottle."

He looked breathless. Dropping to the ground with me, he grabbed my arm without speaking and pulled a bandage out of his bag like he always carried one around.

Did he? Weird..

I can't focus on him with the pain. My eyes darted around and I didn't even realize how my tears clouded my eyes.

"Focus on me.." Aaron breathed onto the back of my neck. I realized he was right next to me and stabilizing me as I drifted into slight shock.