Blink And You'll Miss It (Chicago PD)

Stitches

When I woke up, I slowly crawled to my bathroom and stood up to reach my first aid kit. I slid my back down the wall and opened the box, searching for a needle and some thread. I also grabbed some bandages out so I could dress the wounds to keep them clean once I was done.

If you go to the hospital, I will kill you.

I had no choice but to sit there and deal with it myself. I'd done it plenty of times before but for some reason, I couldn't get the thread through the eye of the needle.

I screamed as I threw a glass at my bathroom wall. Why isn't this working?

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and scrolled down the list of contacts until I found the one I wanted. Tears started to escape but I quickly wiped them. This was no time for tears, I'm most likely close to death or at least passing out. I don't have time to cry.

My shaking hands pressed on the speaker button and I hoped he would answer because if he didn't, I was screwed.

"Kelly here." He said as he answered.

"H-hey Kel."

"Are you okay?"

"Um...I need y-you to tell me how to stitch a wound. The um...uh thread. It's not going th-thr-through." I said as I started to cry more.

"I'm coming over."

"No. It's fine. I'm fine."

"You're not. You are upset and I can hear your struggling breaths."

"Fine. But wear a cap and hoodie."

"Okay."

I ended the call and sat back against the unit, closing my eyes slightly. I needed water and food.

*Kelly's Pov*

"Where are you going?" Asked Stella as she grabbed my arm.

"To Taylor's House."

"Is she okay?"

"Not sure. She's asking for medical help. I'll be back later, love you."

"Okay, bye, love you."

Quickly, I ran down the stairs and out to my car. I didn't waste any time as I sped over Taylor's apartment. As soon as I got out, I carried on running, not even taking time to breathe.

When I got to her apartment, her door was slightly ajar and their was smashed glass all over the place.

I walked in and shut the door behind me before I took in the scene in front of me.

Plates, bowls and glasses were smashed over the floor and her TV was on the floor. One of her kicthen cabinets was hanging off its hinges and there was blood smeared across the floor.

"Taylor! Taylor?" I shouted as I looked around the apartment.

I finally found her in the bathroom. She was passed out and was bleeding.

"Taylor?" I asked as I cupped her face.

"Taylor, I need you to open your eyes."

"K-Kelly?" She asked as she reached a cold hand out to my face.

"Yeah. It's me. I'm here. What happened?"

She brought my hand to her shirt and told me to lift it. Her stomach was covered in bruises and cuts. The cuts weren't deep but a few of them were bleeding heavily. They just needed to be stitched up but with all the different colours, it looked worse than it really was.