Ouch
I thought as I wondered around the streets , limping after that fight.
I was grasping my hand where it was sliced open at some point in that time
It was bleeding into my other hand no matter how much pressure I put on it.
I was breathing heavily, and my vision was going blurry.
I smiled through a bruised face
Is this really how I die ?, I thought
If I lived or died what would it matter
I started laughing as I sat down on the sidewalk .
I removed my shaky hand from my injury, from the amount of blood it was hard to tell which hand was cut
I looked down and squinted at the pain
I chuckled once more.
I was about to close my eyes and lie back on the floor and let all my worries flow away like the increasing amount of blood flowing out of my hand.
??-"shit..."
I heard someone say , then fast footsteps coming towards me.
I opened one eye
Only because I recognised the voice.
When I opened it I saw the familiar but blury face of smokey
I smiled at him shakily
Y/N-"heeeyy buddy..."
He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me up closer to his chest
He looked down , concerned or idk it was blury, because of the blood now transfered from me to him
Smokey-"shit Y/N what happened!"
He shouted while bringing me onto my feet
Y/N-"i stole someone's lunch money and they got angry at me"
I smiled at my own joke.
Sensing he wasn't going to get a straight answer out of me ,he didn't say another word and simply pulled me in the direction he wanted us to go in
Y/N-"hey! I can walk you know"
I said pulling away , only to be immediately pulled back into his embrace
Smokey-"but when I found you , you were lying on the side bleeding out"
Y/N-"i was hardly dying "
Smokey-"just shut up"
Eventually we arrived in nameless City
He looked down at me worried
Smokey-"shit you look pale"
He said sadly
We walked into a building where there was a few tables and chairs however you could barely call it livable in
He put me down on a chair and immediately went to collect some supplies.
He came back quickly
Smokey-"give me your hand"
Y/N-"its not a big deal"
He huffed and grabbed my arm pulling my hand onto the table.
He turned it over to inspect the wound.
Smokey-"it might hurt"
He started by cleaning the blood around it with a cotton towel , carefully trying not to hurt me.
