Denial: A Chansaw Story

A Survivor and A Few Bandages (13)

A/N! hey guys..... im back.... i keep getting notifications reminding me that this still exists and i feel so bad leaving this story off on such a weird note 😭 i literally forgot most of it but i'll try to finish it just for u guys 😁

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"What.."

"Hey, Veronica, I heard you from the other- oh.." JD stared. The disheveled Heather passed out on the couch was an interesting sight to see. He was honestly getting tired of this cat and mouse game.

"Oh? That's it? You're just going to say 'Oh?' She could be seriously hurt!" Veronica was first to start running over to her injured friend... friend with benefits? Enemy? She lost track, but she stopped herself. What was she really going to do in this situation? Start feeling Heather up while she's unconscious?

"You gonna check on her or not?" JD rolled his eyes.

"Shut it... I'm... thinking."

"Thinking about how hot Heather looks with her hair tousled?" This earned him a proper smack on the head.

"Stop joking about her being hurt!"

The banter was going to continue if not for the movement coming from the couch, as well as a groan  as if someone was waking up sore. JD took this as his cue to leave and Veronica whisper-screamed at him to come back but it was too late. She wanted to move, she really did.

"Veronic.." Heather coughed, "Veronica?"

The brunette simply stared. Her heel was practically begging to make its way into the ground, it twisting and turning, digging into the wooden floors. Her hands were glued to each other, shyness overtaking her. Guilt was evident. If they had never gotten wrapped up with each other, Heather would have never wanted to storm off.

"Are you..." This was it. Her dignity can be flushed down the drain this once, "Are you okay?"

Heather readjusted her sitting position while making small noises of hurt that made Veronica's heart hurt.

"Yeah of course I am-" She coughed again and leaned over to hold the couch cushion. That was embarrassing...

"Heather..." Now! Apologize now! Say it! Her mind screamed at her.

"Just-" Heather gripped her leg. Veronica's eyes couldn't help but follow. Was that blood bleeding through?

"Oh my god!"

"Veronica wait!" In an attempt to get up, all Heather could do was trip and stay holding herself on the ground.

"You're such an idiot.." Before Heather knew what was happening, she felt a deep sting on where her injury was.

"Ouch! What the fuck-"
"Shut up, please. Just stop talking."

Veronica was wrapping up Heather's wound. The same one who was just berating the other and screaming at her to get away.

"Don't tell me what to..." Heather's words slurred together in cries from the intense wrapping she was experiencing.

"Don't be such a baby." Heather still had yet to make eye contact with her 'nurse', but what she imagined was an angry face and just the thought of it made her blush and get annoyed. It was never fair how Veronica looked pretty no matter what she did.

It wasn't until Veronica spoke again that Heather knew she was dead wrong.

"Why..." Her voice was cracking. She sounded like she was crying.

"Why what.."

The victim's heart nearly broke. Why was she being so nice to her? She was so unfair.

The wrapping on her leg was long done, but a new wrapping she felt was Veronica's familiar hands. Then a small slap.

"What was that for?"

"You're really going to act normal just because I helped you?" Her choked up sobs were painful to hear. She was right. Heather was so selfish for thinking she could get away with what she said. She was playing with this girl even if she didn't mean to.

"I..." She couldn't really get up. You know, the leg and all.

Veronica stopped talking after that and so did Heather. The 'medic' just hugged Heather's lower half and stayed there. And what was even more shocking to her was that Heather let her do that. They were both so exhausted from stress and while Heather had just woken up, she couldn't get up so she began to relax and think about her actions once more, touching her neck and staring down at the brunette's soft yet so attractive features.

It felt blissful.

Until she heard a door squeak. A dark eyeball was visible and so was a slushee.

JD squinted at her and mouthed the words, 'thin ice' before shutting the door and secretly hoping this conflict was resolved. He hated to see Veronica hurt but the potential here was too much. Heather clearly liked her even if she had to make a long journey out of the closet to do that.

Heather began to formulate the best apology she could in her corn nut filled brain. She could make her a fresh fairy pie? No. What kind of thought was that? They weren't in some fantasy world. A pie wouldn't be half bad actually! If Heather could cook.

She sighed and they sat together for the rest of the night.

"I guess I'll do it tomorrow.."