No One But YOU: (PAUSED)

"You Dog"

"Ryder, are you okay?" I managed to blurt out. Shock had engulfed my whole body, and I couldn't process anything.

"I- I'll call an ambulance for you okay? Don't worry, don't go to sleep okay? Please stay up." I rambled on, shaking.

I laid him down on the side walk, and tried my best to keep him conscious. I reached over to my pockets to search for my phone, yet only felt my expectation drain, as did the tiny glimpse of hope I had possessed. I left it on the bed, jeez I-

Ryder then grabbed my arms.

"Don't call the ambulance, no hospitals." He whispered, coughing.

"What? But you're-" I stuttered. He could die right now and it would be my fault.

He pulled me closer, so I could hear him better.

"And please.." He faintly pleaded. I nodded with tears forming in my eyes which slightly blurred my vision.

"Shut up, I'm fine. It's just a small stab." He panted. And he still has to be a jerk during these times.

There was nothing I could do but to take him home. I swung his uninjured arm over my shoulder and tried to drag him to my house.

I carefully unlocked the door and helped him up to my ro0m. I grabbed the safety kit box from the cupboard and soaked some towels in warm water to clean him up.

"What happened to you? Why were you there? Why di-" I couldn't stop myself from asking questions.

"Later, I'll tell you later." He had lost a lot of blood.

When I returned to my bed, he was shirtless. He had- wow okay umm. Amara, you cant be serious right now.

"Do you know how to stitch?" He asked with concern.

"No...but I know how to sew? I can try." I acted worried, showing an inaccurate way to put the tread through the needle to give him a medicine of his own.

"No way, don't you dare" he scooted over in pain to try and get away from me.

"Relax, you're cuts are a bit large but not too deep. I've got medical tape." I rummaged through the safety kit box.

"Wow great way to make me 'relaxed'. And you're gunna patch me up with flex tape?" He showed genuine fear.

"No I-, butterfly medical bandages." I annunciated and slowed down my words as if I were talking to a toddler. Cause he is one.
"It's an alternative to stitches. Look who's lacking common sense now." I shook my head. I loosened up a little and managed to form a small smile. This man is a bit dumb.

I disinfected his wound with antiseptic solutions, and quickly covered his mouth to prevent him from waking up the whole neighborhood.

But instead of screaming, he gently bit me.

"You dog!" I slapped him on his chest, which was louder than him. He winced.

"I didn't even scream, I can handle enduring pain without your assistance thanks." He rubbed his chest that had turned a teeny red.

"I can't believe you'd injure an already injured person." He acted as if he was offended. Like I care. No- I did feel a little guilty.

"You'll live." I rolled my eyes. I wiped down dried up blood from his shoulders and quickly ran to the kitchen to get some chocolate.

"I'm pretty sure sweets are good for blood loss? I don't know just eat it." I shoved it into his mouth.

"Are you really going to treat your hot patient this way? I bet I'm the only hot guy that's ever laid down on your bed." he smirked.

I threw a towel at his face to hide my rapidly growing red cheeks. I could feel them burning, yet my brain proceeded to engrave his words into my mind.

"You need to be gone in the morning." I sat on my chair, relieved as my flesh slowly returned to it's normal color-

"So you want me to stay until morning. What are you going to do to me until then?" He covered his body with one of his arms in shock. My face went for a round two of blushing, even though I wasn't even thinking about it. Amara, I swear-

"That's not what I-, what's this personality change? A sociopath to a cocky innocent boy?" I ranted on.

I made my way to the bathroom to fetch more hot water and to also save myself from further embarrassment.

But by the time I got back, he was no longer there.
~*~

I decided not to tell anyone about what happened last night. I didn't want my friends to worry, or them to tell my parents. I didn't get hurt, so there really was no reason to tell them anyway.

"Hey Gargoyle." An arm swung over my neck.

I flinched away from him. Distinct fresh memories from last night came flooding in. My head became heavy, and my lips felt cold. My ears blurred sounds out.

"Woa, it's me Alex." He helped me regain balance, already suspecting that something was wrong.

"Sorry, I was daydreaming, you scared me." I tried to laugh it off, but it came out nervously.

"Okie, well Carla already went to class so I'll see you both at lunch." He winked at me and went his way.

I pretended to be grossed out as always. Alex was the only one who called us gargoyles for some random reason, but I cant believe I didn't acknowledge him.

I went into first period, which was english.

I sat down down in my chair and began to take notes about what happened.
Why where they looking for me? Why was my ex calling me out? What do they want from me? Why didn't I call the police?

I couldn't pay attention to class, I didn't realize the scale of this event.

I could be in great danger.

"Mr. Feyrer, surprise to actually see you in class today."

My head shot up to see Ryder walking towards me.

My heart beat fast, was he going to confront me? Why was he even there last night, why did he get hurt? Lists of questions formed every single minute.

He walked past me and sat in the seat behind me.

"Are you okay?" He gently kicked my chair to notify his presence.

I could feel the static pain through my whole body, as if a hundred needles were stabbing my esophagus, my brain and my legs. My throat became parched- they were begging for even just a drop of water, and my ears were filled with the sound of a silent high pitched frequency.

"Yea I'm perfectly-" my head went into a spiral.

I blacked out.

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Yikes, girl needs to take 5. Maybe Ryder will help her out ;)
Until next time <3