Selfish || Vance Hopper

7. Bandages

My eyes start to flutter open. I look next to me and see Vance. I sit up. I notice my jacket had been laid on me sometime in my sleep.

I look around the room. The Grabber isn't here, but there's a bunch of stuff in the corner.

I get up and walk over to them. There's a bucket of water, a couple small towels, clothes, a blanket, and two bandages.

"Vance." I call out.
"Hmm." He groans.
"Come here." I say looking over my shoulder.

He murmurs something before walking over.

"What's all this?" He asks.
"Well it's clothes, a blanket-."
"I can see what it is."
"Then why'd you ask?"

"Why's it here?"
"Don't know, when I woke up here it was."
"Okay. The blankets mine."
"No."
"Yes."
"Vance, no."
"Why not? You have a jacket."
"Vance it gets cold at night, we can share."
"I hate sharing."
"Okay, well, I didn't plan on getting kidnapped with you." I say.
"Feeling's mutual."

I look through the clothes. He gets one of the sweatpants and a hoodie, I grab the other ones.

"We're supposed to clean our wounds." I say.
"Yeah, I'll go first. You go to the bathroom and wait."
"No, I wanna go first."
"Nope." He says starting to take his shirt off.

"You're impossible." I say looking away.
"Some privacy?" He asks looking at me.

I walk to the bathroom and sit on the floor.

"Fuck!" I hear him yell.
"You okay?" I yell.
"No, it hurts like a bitch!" He yells.
"Well, it wasn't gonna feel good!"

"Can you help?" He yells after a minute.
"Yeah."

I walk over to him.

"It hurts and I can't clean it." He explains.
"Sit down." I say. He does.

I bring the bucket and towel over to him.

I dip the towel in the water and press it on his stomach. He breathes through his teeth.
"I would've expected you to be a lot better at this." I say.
"Well, it hurts."
"Okay."

I do it again and he grabs my shoulder.
"Holy shit." He mutters.

I dab it a little more until all the dry blood is gone.

"You're okay." I say looking up at him.
"You're good at this." He says.
"Well it's not me it's hurting." I say. He nods.

I grab the bandage and notice there's a bottle of medicine.

"What's this?" I ask.
"It's supposed to go on the cut before the bandage." He says.
"Okay." I say opening it.

I get a little on my finger and put it on his cut. He takes a sharp breath. I get a little more and put it on.

"Okay now, I just need to put on the bandage." I say. He nods.
"You have to put it on tight."

I unwrap it and start to wrap it around his torso. When I finish covering it, I look up at him.

"Does it still hurt?" I ask.
"Only when I move." I nod.

"Here put this on." I say handing him his hoodie.
"What you don't like the view?" He asks with a small smile.
"Put the hoodie on and get dressed, I'll be waiting in the bathroom." With that I walk out.

"Okay, you can come in now!" He yells.

I walk over and grab my stuff before sitting on the mattress.

"Are you going to need help?" He asks.
"Well, you said that I was good at it." I say.
"You won't be when it hurts."

I take a deep breath.

"Turn around." I say. He does. I slip my shirt off since it's covering where I got stabbed.

I don't know how to feel knowing he's going to see me in my sports bra.

He turns back around and looks at me for a second before walking over.

"Your arm." He says. I lift it up and he looks at it.

"I'm sorry." He whispers before dabbing it. It hurts so much more than I would've expected.

He wipes away the blood.
"Stop." I whisper. He does.
"What?"
"It hurts."
"Well, I have to clean it." I take a deep breath and nod.

He goes back to getting the blood off.

Once it's off I look at my arm. There's bruising around the cut.

"Shit." I mutter.

He gets the bottle and puts a little on his finger. I watch him put the gel on my cut. He looks so gentle and concentrated.

He grabs the bandage and wraps my arm. I wince as he places it on the wound.
"Almost done." He says. I nod.

He finishes it and steps back.

"I'll get out so you can change."
"Thank you." He walks out and I put the clothes on.

I wonder how he figured out what size we are.

———— Vance

"Can you help?" I yell since I can't do this.
"Yeah."

She walks in.

"It hurts and I can't clean it."
"Sit down." She says. I do.

She brings the stuff over to me. She presses the towel on me. It hurts.
"I would've expected you to be a lot better at this."
"Well, it hurts."
"Okay."

She does it again and it hurts so bad I grab her shoulder to keep me calm.

"Holy shit." I mutter.

"You're okay." She says looking at me.
"You're good at this." I say relaxing.
"Well, it's not me it's hurting." I nod.

"What's this?" She asks holding medicine.
"It's supposed to go on the cut before the bandage."
"Okay."

She puts some on me. Her finger's cold.

"Okay now, I just need to put on the bandage."
"You have to put it on tight."

I watch as she wraps it. She looks so calm.

"Does it still hurt?" She asks when she's done.
"Only when I move."

"Here put this on." She hands me my hoodie.
"What you don't like the view?" I ask jokingly.
"Put the hoodie on and get dressed, I'll be waiting in the bathroom." She says before leaving.

I change carefully since it hurts.

"Okay, you can come in now!" I yell.

She grabs her stuff and sits down.

"Are you going to need help?" I ask.
"Well, you said that I was good at it."
"You won't be when it hurts."

She takes a deep breath, I want her to say yes.

"Turn around." I do.

When I turn back around I notice she took her shirt off and is just sitting there in a sports bra.

I make my feet move.

"Your arm." She lifts it and I take it looking at it. I can tell it's going to hurt.

"I'm sorry." I whisper before starting to clean it.

"Stop." She whispers. I do and look at her worriedly.
"What?"
"It hurts."
"Well, I have to clean it." She nods and I go back to cleaning.

Once I'm done she looks at it.

"Shit." She whispers.

I put some gel on her arm and try to be as gentle as possible, not wanting to hurt her.

I wrap her arm and notice she winces.
"Almost done."

Once I'm done I step back.

"I'll get out so you can change."
"Thank you."

I walk out and wait.

(A.n: lmk what you think