The rest of the day goes just like this. It is easy, light hearted and fun. When we get back to the dock, we find that there are once again people everywhere. The sun is just starting to set, and the girls and I decide to sit on the dock and watch it until it's gone. Sunsets are my favorite.
As I am dragging my folding chair back to the boat house, I trip, and a sharp piece from the chair slices the top of my foot open.
"Shit" I exclaim, then crumple to the ground. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." I let out gripping my foot, pain shooting up my leg.
"Oh my God, Sawyer!" I hear Reece cry out and drop to the ground next to me. "What happened." I am hunched over my foot, trying to calm my breathing.
"What happened" I hear Amber ask.
"I don't know, but there is blood everywhere." Reece explains. "Someone go get Brady" Reece directs.
"Shit" I say again once I can catch my breathe. "I'm fine." I say finally getting the pain under control and looking down at my foot. There is a lot of blood. I yank a water bottle from my beach bag on my shoulder and pour water over the wound, then want to faint at what I see. "I flayed the top of my foot." I say to no one in particular. Trevor comes running, takes a look at my foot and rips off his shirt to apply pressure to the wound.
"Hold this" he commands clenching his shirt around my foot and I do as he says. He picks me up and walks me to his Jeep.
Brady comes running over, panic clear in his expression. "What the hell happened" he asks. There are people crowded around us, everyone watching the scene and I am trying to stay calm.
"I was carrying my folding chair back to the boat house and snagged my foot on something sharp." I explain as Trevor loads me into the backseat of the Jeep.
"It's deep" Trevor says as explanation. "I'm taking her to urgent care." He says while shutting the door. Brady goes to jump into the passenger seat but Trevor says something to him and instead he opens the back door.
"Do you want me to go with you?" He asks, concern covering his face.
"It's ok, I'm ok. It should get looked at, but I'll call you if it's anything crazy. You've been drinking, you should stay." I say trying to sound like I am not freaking out. Trevor has already hopped into the driver seat and started the engine.
"Ok, I'm sorry Sawyer." Brady says looking like he is about to cry.
"Don't get emotional, it was a self inflicted accident Brady, I'm fine." I say and he closes the door.
Trevor drives in silence. I close my eyes, and lay my head against the door, holding pressure against the wound, and trying not to pay attention to the slick sticky warm blood I can feel seeping through the shirt and dripping onto the seat.
"I'm bleeding all over your jeep" I whisper to Trevor.
"Yeah, do you think you could stop doing that?" He teases.
"Sure thing" I say back with no emotion.
"How are you feeling?" He asks me
"Woozy, and like I might throw up." I answer him.
After a few minutes we are parked and Trevor is carrying me into urgent care. As we walk in he is using medical talk to the triage nurse, and I am being taken straight back into a room. The nurse pulls the shirt away from me and applies clean gauze to the wound, Trevor hold pressure while she walks out of the room to get a wound care kit to wash the wound.
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Story of Us
RomanceSawyer Kingsbury is confident, carefree, and determined to get Trevor VanKampe to see her as more than his best friends little sister. When Trevor finally opens up to that opportunity the two find themselves spending their summer falling in love...
