Patching Up Wounds (Parker x Chester)

Patching Up Wounds

"Bro, it isn't that big of a deal, I'll be fine!" I tried to assure him as he dragged me by my arm towards the bathroom.

"Dude! A chunk of your skin is gone! How the hell aren't you freaking out right now?!" Parker argued, flicking on the light.

"I-erm...I don't know." I shrugged.
The truth is, it felt like my entire neck was on fire from how badly everything stung. I just have a really good poker face for these kinds of things, alright?

"Sit down, I'll see if we have anything to treat that, kay?" Parker mumbled, opening one of the cupboard's above the sink.

There really wasn't any way of getting out of this one, now was there? So in defeat, I took a seat on the side of the tub, watching him ravage through the medicine box.

"How much does it hurt right now? Do you think it's infected?" Parker asked me, not even sparing the smallest glance to look over at me.

What was the point of all of this? I said I was fine, I gave him his cue to leave me be.

"Chester?"

"Huh? Oh, I said it doesn't hurt, didn't I?"
I didn't mean to sound so bitchy, he really doesn't deserve to put up with my attitude on top of everything else.

"Right, right...and what about it being infected?" Parker asked again.

"How am I supposed to know? Do you think that puppet had bacteria all over it's hands or something?" I joked, but it honestly came off as more sarcastic and rude sounding.

"....It was just a question."

For some reason, hearing him all calm like that made me even...more upset? He should've just left me alone, there's no point in helping me. I'm just sounding more and more ungrateful by the second.

"Alright, I think I found something that could potentially help...I don't think it'll sting, but it might feel cold." He announced, shutting the cupboard with a bottle of ointment, a few bandages, and a cotton ball.

"Parker, I said I'm fine." I seethed through my teeth, really hoping he would just give up on me.

But of course he wouldn't.

"You don't look fine, bro. What if you bled out in the middle of the night or something??" He worried, crouching down so he's at eye level with my wounded neck.

Maybe that'll be for the best...
Get a new cameraman that isn't super anxious all the time after I'm finally gone....

"Wouldn't that just be swell?" I tried to joke again. Okay, now that was just a depressing response.

You know how your heart skips a beat when you look at something or someone you like? Well that's exactly what happened when Parker looked up at me, mostly like a concerned mother....
or boyfriend, or you know, whoever.

"What? Don't say that, dude."

I gulped, sending the lump in my throat back down. Why did it feel like I was in trouble? Like I was just scolded because I did something bad??
Why did I suddenly feel like crying? I hardly ever cry!...(Well, at least in front of people, that is...)

"I'm sorry." I muttered with a weak smile. That's all I could really say, and that's pretty much the only saying I grew up with, so...

Luckily, he didn't comment on anything else, but his worried expression didn't change. I watched him pop open the medicine bottle, tipping it over slightly so just enough ointment could get on the cotton ball.