Bloody Be The Blades

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(TW: SELF-HARM)

The beeping of monitors woke Silas, then came the blur while he tried opening his eyes, so he decided to just lay there. A flex of his muscles gave him all the knowledge of what was happening that he needed, he was in a hospital bed hooked up to an IV with that finger clasp he hated so much. Voices could be heard outside the cracked door of his room.

"I came home from work, dropped my purse in the living room, and turned on the lights, that's when I saw the blood everywhere." The females words caused Silas to slowly sit up, wanting to pay a bit more attention to the conversation though he knew the next words all too well.

A man responded in an uninterested tone, "Around what time did you get home?" It was a police officer that clearly hated his job. With another shift the finger monitor slipped and set off an alarm to the nurses station. Son of a bitch. Silas went to grab the monitor but it already hit the floor and a nurse came barreling into the room.

"Mr. Hendrix, glad to see you're awake." The short woman hobbled her way to his bedside and grabbed a clip board off the counter, "How do you feel?" Her eyes stared him down, hungry for details.

"I'm fine, I'm guessing I was dehydrated?" She nodded at his words and quickly scribbled on the paper. " I'll be sure to fix that, now if you don't mind.." He paused and moved the blankets off of him as his ocean eyes traced the disgustingly scratchy gown, "Where's my clothes and discharge paper?" His words rolled with an agitated tone, he hated hospitals but somehow managed to be there often.

She rolled her eyes and shifted her weight, moving to a cabinet off to the side. With a slight aggressive swing of the door she grabbed the plastic baggie and placed it on the bedside table along with a paper from the clipboard stack. "Lots of water, we've already given you a bag of fluids so you'll be okay." No other words left her lips as she stomped out the door and slid it shut.

Silas knew the drill all too well, but he wasn't all too worried, his interest was in the unfinished conversation. His fingers wrapped around the pen and made a sloppily placed S and a scribble on the line of the paper before they pulled open the plastic that imprisoned his belongings. A quick tug and he'd pulled the IV from his arm and stood up, using the fabric of the gown to keep the bleeding contained while he shifted through drawers. After applying the small square of gauze and a band aid, he started getting dressed. His finger slipped into the back of his boot as he tugged it up over his heel and stood up, shoving the leather wallet into his pants pocket along with the lighter and cigarettes before stuffing his badge in his back pocket.

Taking a quick survey of the room, he made sure of things before slipping out the door, eyes immediately looking for the navy blue and black uniform. They shifted to the commotion in the room next to him as a voice dominated the other, the same one that he heard earlier. With the odd and sudden feeling that seeped from the room Silas took the steps with no hesitation and slid open the door, immediately feeling the tension of the room slam into him along with her eyes.

The feelings flowed from the female cuffed to the hospital bed, the bandages on her arms were stained red but her hand that was cuffed was swollen and her long nails dug into the faint purple flushed skin of her palm as she balled her fist. "Who the hell are you?!" The extremely agitated words lashed from her beautiful, full lips as her minty optics gashed his presence.

"I'm gonna have to ask you to leave, Mister." The cops words fell with a heavy southern accent as he hovered his hand over the holstered handgun on his hip. Silas held up his free hand as a sign that he was moving without the intention of doing harm.

"Detective Silas Hendrix, you touch that weapon and you won't have a job, kid." Silas pulled his badge from his back pocket and flashed it, making the officer relax a bit.

Before Silas could even speak another word the woman growled softly as she spoke again "Tell this asshat to uncuff me!" Her snow white hair fell almost perfectly around the gentle features of her face. Her eyes shifted down to the cuffs as she yanked it, the clash of metal rippled through the room pervaded with her anger.

"You're not okay," The officer moved his attention to her as she fought everything in her body not to lunge at him and forced the metal to scrape again "And stop that!"

"Both of you calm down." Silas fixed his posture and adjusted his tone. He made way to the bed side and picked up the clipboard that had all of her information, eyes quickly reading what he deemed important. "Miss Morrow, do you solemnly swear that you will not attempt to harm yourself or any others in this hospital?" His eyes met hers and then quickly fell, not knowing why but he couldn't make contact with her as easily as everyone else.

"I swear I'll.." With a deep inhale and a heavy exhale she released her fist and relaxed in the bed, realizing Silas was simply trying to help. "I solemnly swear I won't hurt anyone, including myself." Her eyes stabbed the cop with hate as he fumbled with the keys and moved to uncuff her.

"May I have the room, Officer..." With a squint and a head tilt, Silas read the name typed across the badge "Milo" with his words, the tension fell as the metal was released from her delicate wrist as she quickly clasped it in her free hand. Officer Milo lift the room and guarded the door, Silas' eyes followed him then shifted back to the woman, who now pushed all the blankets onto the floor, along with the pillow.

"Fucking hate this place..." Her tone had softened as she looked around then up to Silas "Thank you, Mr. Hendrix." The corners of her lips pulled to a gentle and polite smile as the words escaped them.

"Silas is fine; that makes the both of us, Miss Morrow. If I may say, you've got quite the first name." He put the clipboard back down and headed over to the counters, shuffling through the drawers. "As someone who's lost someone because of hospitalization, I'll do you a favor." He turned back to her with an alcohol wipe, gauze and a band-aid.

She looked over Silas, curiosity laced in her eyes as she moved around in the bed "Please God, just call me Cazper. And do tell?" Silas stopped himself before touching her arm, she nodded before he gently took hold of her forearm and pulled the needle from it. He quickly wiped the spot then pushed the gauze down and pressed the band-aid to her skin and looked up, his eyes falling to her nose instead of her vibrant hues.

Letting go of her arm he dropped the trash into the hazard bin and moved for the door "Go ahead and get dressed. I'll deal with Milo and the paperwork." Silas gave her a nod and a gesture of his hand before sliding open the door and heading out.

Cazper quickly slipped off the bed and started searching the cabinets for her belongings, her fluffy white hair swaying on her prominent hips as she grabbed the baggie and jumped up. Popping open the bag, she dumped the contents onto the bed and frowned. The shirt she had wore was stained with blood. With a soft huff and a shrug she slipped on the ripped up black skinny jeans and pulled off the dress. She sauntered into the bathroom, the bright light agitating her eyes as it automatically switched on, with a few blinks she adjusted and started pulling off the bandages from her arms. A disgusted grimace danced on her lips as she tossed the bloodied cloths into the trash and looked over her forearms.

Her eyes traced over each of the cuts, the gash that wasn't her own doing didn't blend as well as she wanted. Who the hell is going to notice anything other than "she cuts herself." That's exactly what she wanted, no one will question a girl that tried to kill herself, right? Mr Big Detective surely didn't..