11 - Boycott Bikes

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TW: Mentions of blood, gore

JOE POV

It was like having toxic parents who hated each other. Everyone knew they hated each other even themselves! So, why didn't they leave each other? Because of the good memories they had a long time ago.

"You arsehole! Just shut up!" Wilbur shouted at Charles. "Why are you mad at me?! I'm making this band known!" "And killing us in the process!"

I was getting bored. And quite frankly, my ears started to hurt so I left the room. I stared at Y/n and Ash who were across the street throwing grapes into each other's mouths. They looked so happy. The far opposite from Will and Charles inside the venue.

I started to walk over to them. The only bad thing was that I didn't look both ways before I crossed the street so I got hit by a bike.

"Oh my god!" Y/n shouted. It was a hit and run. The person swiftly got back on their bike and kept riding. Ash and Y/n immediately went to my aid. Before I knew what was going on, I was on the sidewalk and Y/n was directing Ash to do things.

I stared at Y/n. They were talking to themself and touching my leg that I couldn't really focus on. I didn't even notice Ash was trying to force feed me a grape.

Y/n snapped their fingers in front of my face making me come back to reality. "Do you know if Charles is in the venue?" they asked me. I nodded. I knew my eyes were popping out of my head.

"Alright, Come on Ash. Let's help him up" Y/n said. Ash nodded and helped them hold me up so I could stand.

TIME SKIP

I was laying down on the hotel bed. Y/n came into the room with a couple bottles and a bandage roll in their hands.

"Joe, I'm not going to sugar code this. This is going to hurt" they admitted, dumping the stuff onto the bed. I slowly nodded. I haven't spoken since the accident in the street. They threw the blanket off my legs and I immediately shuddered when the cold started to wrap around my legs.

I never got to get a good look at my legs until now. Dried blood stained my skin around two giant slits in my left leg. The funny thing was that I couldn't feel anything.

"What are you going to do?" I asked. I was so numb and tired I could barely speak. "I'm going to first disinfect it and then use this medical glue to glue your skin back together" they explained.

I must've stared at them with a shocked and horrified face because they immediately grabbed my hands and putting them on their arm. "Squeeze if it hurts." I couldn't speak. I just nodded in agreement. "Good. Now hold on tight" they said.

They dabbed some disinfecting liquid on a small cotton pad. They started to dab it on my cuts and I a wave of pain ran through me and I squeezed Y/n's arm. Just as they directed me to do.

"It's okay" they soothed me, putting their free hand on top of my hands while their other hand kept painfully disinfecting my cuts.

"Stop! Stop!" I shouted. Y/n pulled away immediately. "It's okay" they told me, their hand still on top of mine. Their fingers smoothly rubbed against the top of my hands, soothing me. I nodded and closed my eyes, letting them continue.

TIME SKIP

After a painful 18 minuets, Y/n patched up my legs. "Thank you" I whispered, flopping my head onto the pillow behind me.

Y/n smiled and ran their fingers through my hair. I stared down at Y/n's arm. It was already bruising from where I dug my fingers into their skin. "Y/n, I'm sorry-" "Don't be. I told you to do it" Y/n told me. I slowly nodded and took a deep breath.

"Can you stay with me tonight? -incase I need something!" I quickly tried o give myself a lame excuse for having Y/n stay in the same room as me. They laughed and nodded.

"Yeah. I just need to grab a couple things first" they agreed. I nodded and rolled onto my side and winced in pain. Every time I moved my lower half it felt like someone was beating my leg with a spikey bat.

Y/n left the room and came back with a tall glass of water. "Here" they mumbled, putting it on the bedside table. "Thanks" I whispered. They moved hair out of my face. I closed my eyes and let myself drift off. 

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