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"LOUIS, I AM SO SORRY." I said, trying my hardest not to burst out into laughter.
Louis and I walked the boys' dormitory halls as his hand was wrapped in paper towels.
He may have been sleeping in the common room, and I may have scared him to the point where he rolled off the couch and hit his arm against the sharp edge of the table, and he may have a large cut. That may have happened. Okay, that happened. Luckily, he didn't cry.
We made it to his dorm room as I opened the brown wooden door that separated us from doing whatever it is to make him stop bleeding. We walked in and saw Fawn, Thomas, Millie, and Issie sitting on the couch, watching "10 Things I Hate About You."
"Hey gu- oh my God." Issie's eyes widened as she saw the large amount of blood seeping through the paper towels.
"Hey guys! Um, we're just gonna go to his room real quick! Don't let this bother you, uh continue with the movie, yeah?" We quickly rushed into his room as he sat down on his bed and clenched his eyes closed due to the pain.
"Okay. Um, first things first. Are you okay?" I know, that's a stupid thing to ask. I was frazzled! Of course he's not okay, he's fucking bleeding. But y'know, this situation is just a teensy bit awkward.
"Oh, yeah. I'm doing peachy." He replied sarcastically.
"Damn, you don't have to be a bitch," I muttered under my breath. Luckily, Louis was groaning too much to hear that. Oh right, he's literally bleeding-- like a lot. We should probably do something about that. "okay, um. What do I do?" I looked at him and he did not seem well.
I've never done this before! What if he dies or something! Okay, he probably won't die, but who knows! I would be a murderer!
"Grab a bowl of water and a rag." I did as he told me, walking to the kitchen and filling a large bowl with water and grabbing one of the white rags on the counter.
I walked back into his room to see Louis in the same spot as before, still clutching onto his bleeding arm. He seems very experienced, like he does this a lot. Just sayin'.
I went onto my knees as I dipped the rag into the water and onto his wound. Every time I went to dip my rag again, the water would turn an even darker red.
The cut seemed clean by now as I stood up and placed the bowl on his desk. I found some disinfectant in the kitchen while I was getting the bowl, and it looked as if it would help? I honestly, have no idea what I'm doing.
