his blood - timothée chalamet [18+]

11

we arrived, the outside look like a huge abandoned area, inside was school building replaced with rooms and rooms of beds, bathroom, shower rooms, and a medical room.

clyde carried sophie, bringing her to the table of the small nurse office, filled with supplies to fix a wound. sophie eyes were closed, pale. wake up sophie. please.

"i promise she'll be okay," clyde says to me.

"clyde," i say, "if you are lying to me. say it,"

"i'm not," he puts his hands on my shoulders, i'll have a few doctors in there. they've done this before, she's okay,"

he goes back into the room, i sit by a long couch, that was placed in the hallways, timothée sits beside me, "i need to get you clean," he says, i finally noticed all the blood on my body.

timothée holds my hand, i follow. i felt like a ghost or if i was having an out-of-body experience.

we made it into the bathroom that had tons of stalls and sinks. i stare into the mirror noticing the fear, the mess on me.

i'm crying, fixing my hair, tucking it behind my ears. im moving more aggressively, rubbing the blood off roughly. i don't know i felt so angry. like i did all this. or maybe i was mad at the world for offering so little for my friends and family.

"lacy," timothée voice softened, "we are all gonna be okay, sophie is okay" he turns me away from the mirror, he has a wet cloth, wiping my arms.
"no more looking into the mirror, till i'm done," he knew how upset i was getting.

he goes under my shirt, cleaning me, the sides of my face—till he was all done.

i sit on the ground, looking into nothing. feeling the cold tiles under me, timothée gets on one knee, his eyes dropped, breathing slowly.

"i'm sorry lacy. i'm sorry you have to go through this," he says only for me to hear.

timothée softly cradles my face in his hands and holds me close to his chest, "i'm sorry my love," he says over and over again.

but i wanted to say how sorry i was for the way i treated him, the way i ignored him. but i said nothing.

i was sorry i with how the world treated him. that he had to leave his daughter in order to protect her. i'm sorry for how his parents viewed him. how sorry i was with how he saw himself as a person.

but the words wouldnt come out, i was too hurt to speak, i hold his arms, still on his chest.

hours later, i was asleep in an unfamiliar room since we located somewhere new, somewhere "safe"

and with one eye flinched open, i see sophie, awake looking over at me.

"don't hug me too fast now," she smiled, i hug her in the most gentlest way possible, i was at peace seeing her again. her beautiful face.

"which by the way. him! clyde! he is smokin' hot," she says, her words slur.

i turn seeing clyde, he smiles a little, "she's on a lot of medications," he laughs.

"oh clyde huh?" i say laughing.

"doesn't he look like leonardo dicaprio!" she says excitedly.

"we went over this sophie, you're only saying this cause we are both blonde," he sighed, laying his back against the chair, his leg opened a little.

"please!" she says, her words sound like she was a bit drunk, "marry me,"

"you guys would have a six year age cap sophie,"

"so? i turn twenty in a week," she smiled. "sounds like a plan clyde?" she asked.

"why didn't you tell me about your girlfriend clyde! for fuck sakes i'm your brother!" timothée says, laughing.

clyde just laughs, "surprise! it's coffee!"

"coffee?" she lowered her eyebrows like she was going to cry, "you gave me a nickname!" she sinks into the bed, "just for me?"

"only for you," clyde laughs a little.

"i'm being the bridesmaid. you can't say no sophie,"

"oh of course!" she says, patting my arms and then falling onto me, just laying there.

in those moments of chaos, we all got to sit down and just enjoy the moment. just the four of us, without worries. without pain.

the medicine eventually worn off, we all stayed in the little office, just watching her, playing cards, napping, laughing. having the most fun i've had in a while, with very little in front of me. 

"alright," sophie says, "i think we are all ready for bed, pick me up boys," she waited for clyde and timothée to get on each side, to walk her.

we stopped by a few people, about four. they watch sophie.

"we've had someone tell our location, some of us died! some kids!" someone says.
"and we think that girl that you're holding did it!" they shout.

"woah woah woah," clyde says, "she works for zfile, don't start coming up with these strange conspiracy," he quickly defends.

"now go before i end up knocking someone the fuck out," timothée says.

"not till we get answers!" they shout back.

"we don't have the answers for you man," timothée says annoyed. "now go,"

"she did it!" more people chant. "she doesn't even have blood z!" someone shouts. "she's normal!"
"killer! you are a rat! she exposed us! she's a normal!"

sophie looked broken, her eyebrows scrunched together, her lips parted. "do they really think i did this?" she muttered to us. "after everything i've put myself through to save people?"

"they're sick sophie," i say. "you know what you're fighting for,"

clyde guided her to the room, while timothée and i handled the crowd.

that night i stayed with sophie, her cries. she went through so much all in one day.  she wet the side of her pillow, filled with tears.

"i'm not a bad person lacy," she says.

"i know soph," i say, "you are brave, you save lives that what you do. their lives. my life. your life,"

"it feels like i'm killing my life for theirs," she mumbled, "i wish people understood that i was good,"

"one day, people will see you the way i do," i say, resting her head on my lap.

she cries even harder, "one day,"