Save me Mick

Part 8

                      TW: self harm wounds
                                 Danni POV
I heard a knock on the door. The followed by 2 more. I opened the door to find the grocery guy, Saanvi and Michaela. "Hi everyone! Here's the money sir" I said handing the guy the money and taking the groceries. He walked away "Mick, Saanvi come in come in!" I shouted as I began putting away groceries. I heard two people walk in and the creaky door close. Michaela walked in to the kitchen "need some help with the groceries?" "Um sure why not" I responded and we both went to the same bag. When I went to grab some meat my sleeve rode up showing my cuts to the woman next to me. "Shit" I mumbled pulling my sleeve down. "Danni, what was that?" She asked unsure. "Nothing it's nothing" I told her nervously hiding my arms behind me. Michaela sighed "Danni" I began to cry as I sat down "I'm sorry I'm sorry" I kept repeating. "It's ok Danni it's ok. Can I see?" I held out my arms. She rolled up my sleeves and gasped at the red, pink, and purple marks along my arms. She was particularly focused on an extremely deep cut that would start bleeding occasionally. "Danni this looks bad. I think you need stitches. I can call Saanvi in here to do them? I think she has the stuff in her bag still." "No! I don't want anyone else to know!" "Danni," she said as she sat down "Saanvi is a doctor. And she won't judge you or tell anyone." I reluctantly agreed. Saanvi seemed nice anyway. "Ok. Hey Saanvi? Do you have the stuff to do stitches in your bag?" She shouted to the woman in the living room. Saanvi walked in with a small zipper pouch. "Yeah? Why? Did one of your st-oh" I refused to make eye contact. "Do you think you could maybe examine these cuts? And stitch this one?" She asked pointing at the deep red cut. "Mick do you have stitches or something?" I asked in a horse whisper from crying knowing most likely only Michaela could hear me. She chuckled a little "yeah long story I got glass in my hand" she shrugged. I showed her a small shy smile. I hissed when Saanvi began poking around my cuts. "Ow dammit!" I yelled when she touched the particularly deep recent ones.  "Sorry!" Saanvi responded. After a particularly painful 30 minutes Saanvi cleared her throat "so 3 of these need stitches on this arm and 7 on that one need stitches. Oh my god! Im so sorry did you want a topical anesthetic! Im so sorry I completely forgot!" I sighed. "No no it's fine. Just make sure to give some sort of anesthetic for the stitches please" I mumbled. She nodded and injected something to numb the skin. "Alright can you feel that?" She asked yet I felt nothing so I shook my head. "Ok I'm gonna start now. Michaela will you distract her?" She asked the young woman next to me. "Sure." I looked at her. "So your a detective now? I didn't know you were into criminology." I nodded "it made me feel close to you." I whispered quietly. I felt Michaela hug me. "I'm so sorry Danni." She told me.
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Hey! Here's another chapter! Hope you guys like it!
-Brooke