stay // eustass kid

06

PART 2/2

i wiped the sleep from my eyes, as i tried to find the gas lit lantern so i could light it. i finally found it, and twisted the knob so a dim light would filter through the room. i let my eyes adjust and turned to kid with wide eyes.

blood poured from a cut above his eye, and pooled down his face. "oh my god", a hand came to cover my mouth, as i walked over to inspect his cut, "sit still, i'm gonna go and get bandages, okay?".

he nodded slightly. he looked like he was in some sort of daze, while he stared off in the distance. i rushed to the infirmary, wasting no time to grab towels and bandages. he'd probably need stitches, but i didn't know how to do that. i'd just wrap him up and have medi take a look tomorrow.

this is ridiculous, why am i taking care of this drunk piece of shit.

i shook the thoughts from my head, as i reached his room again. i set all of the items beside me and picked up the towel to try to wipe away the blood. while i was wiping it away, i noticed he was still crying silently to himself.

"you fucking dumbass, why'd you go and get so damn drunk", i was annoyed, since i'd been having a good dream. he just had to ruin everything.

he'd finally shifted his attention to me, and never let his eyes leave my face, as i continued to clean his wound. it didn't look that bad, but i still needed to wrap it up. i carefully took the goggles off his head and set them on his desk. i poured a bit of alcohol on the bandage, and placed it over his wound. he didn't even flinch, he just continued to stare at me, and it started to creep my out.

i wrapped gauze around his head to keep the bandage in place, while he slept. "all done", i clapped my hands together and stood to take everything back to the infirmary, but when i came back he was still there.

"hello", i lowered myself to his gaze and waved a hand in his face, "get up and go shower". he then looked at me with an expression i couldn't understand.

despite the look he gave, he got up and swayed to the bathroom. after i heard the water running, i sank to my knees. i ran a hand over my face.

why the hell am i still even here? never mind that, does he always cry when he's drunk? what's his problem?

i set my hand on the ground to push myself back up, but i felt something. there was a small pool of blood on the ground, where he was sitting.

what the fuck, who bleeds this much?

i groaned loudly and went to get more supplies to clean it.

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although there was still a small stain on the wood, i'd gotten most of it up. i stretched, still tired from being out all day. i was going to turn down the light of the lamp, when kid opened the door of the bathroom. he took his time to cross the space between us and turned off the lamp himself. "that was a quick shower", i mumbled. he'd only been in there for like five minutes.

he stood over me then, and looked at me with that same unrecognizable look. the water from his wet hair dripped onto my face, and it was warm.

it was dark now, but a dull blue light shined fully onto his features from one of the windows. he stared at me with the look that could only be described as a lost child.

before i even knew it, i reached out to touch his face. without taking his eyes away from me, he covered my hand with his and new tears started welling up. "i thought you'd leave if i took too long", his voice wavered a bit, and i could tell he was still drunk.