Torn up

Chapter 27

Dianna's POV

I woke up the next morning feeling pretty tired. Probably because I got no sleep last night, from being woken up at 1 in the morning, to waking up multiple times in the night because of my wrist. It didn't hurt too terribly, but the cast was extremely annoying. It wasn't really the cast you get when you break your arm, but a cloth wrap. The doctor had wrapped it so tight it felt like my wrist would just fall off all together.

I decided to ignore my wrist for a bit and get ready for the day, lord knows what I would be doing. Maybe I should take a shower, that would probably make me feel better. Ugh but this stupid cast, i needed to get it off. Scissors. I knew there was none in our room but maybe the boys have some.

I just threw on a sports bra and sweatpants, since I would just be getting the scissors, cut the wrap, then get in the shower. I walked over to their room and knocked on the door.

No answer.

"Let me in! Let me in please!" I knocked repeatedly.

"What." Lucas swung the door open. He was only in his boxers and his hair was extremely messy, looking as if he had just gotten up.

"Sorry um, do you mind- I just need to grab something." I slightly giggled at the fact he almost fell asleep just standing in the doorway.

"Dianna?" he squinted his eyes.

"Yes?" I asked him.

"It's always you that comes in here" he groaned before turning around, letting me in. He flopped on the bed and fell back asleep.

All the guys were all a sleeping mess. I tried not to laugh, they looked like hibernating bears.

I made my way to their bathroom and searched through Theos bag. There was a pair of kids safety scissors. Why he had these, I had no clue. I took them out and started slashing open the wrapping. It was talking forever, there was so much wrapping. Finally after a few more cuts, I got part of the wrapping open, but still couldn't see my skin yet. It looked like I was slashing my wrist open.

"Dianna what the hell are you doing?" Tom was standing in the doorway, only looking slightly better than Lucas did.

He walked over and grabbed the scissors away from me.

"Hey! I need those." I whisper yelled at him. I tried to get them back.

"Just stop, your gonna end up slitting your wrist open, we don't want that now do we?"

"Im fine by myself, I can do things without anyone's help." I tried to snatch the scissors back.

"Dianna, just let me help you." he grabbed my wrist and started cutting the wrapping. It made me mad that he was actually cutting it better than I did.

He smiled up at me as he undid the wrappings and placed them on the counter.

"See that wasn't so bad."

"Yea whatever." I looked at my purple bruised wrist.

"That looks pretty bad." he pointed at it. 

"Yea, why do you think I had to get it wrapped?" I snapped at him.

"Mmm, well do you need anything else?" he scoffed.

"No." I rolled my eyes at him.

"Then why don't you take you and your little bruised wrist and leave."

"Gladly." I sarcastically smiled.

"Put a shirt on while you're at it." He returned the smile.