Ethan Landry : Oneshots - Scream 6

Wounds

While most young people might be out on a friday night, either to socialise or to have fun, or both, I was comfortable on the couch in my sweatpants. Watching "The Stab", while stuffing my face with popcorn. I do enjoy staying in, but would I had been invited to a party or something, I would've gone. Just to feel included.

Like, sure, I have friends. Kind of. I could always hang out with Chad or Mindy, my older siblings. But they're my family, so they don't count. I have talked a little with their friends as well. Sam probably thinks I'm just a kid, even though I'm only two years younger than Chad and Mindy. One year and nine months, to be precise. Tara is kind, but we haven't really clicked. Quinn thinks that I'm boring and Anika is Mindys girlfriend. She has to be nice to me. Ethan is probably the one I'm the closest to, out of the bunch. We bonded a little over being socially awkward and not really fitting in.

It also doesn't hurt that Ethan is really cute. His shy demeanor only makes him more attractive. But my siblings friends are of limits, and besides, he probably wouldn't be interested in me either way.

The music from the tv was intense. A chase scene was in full action, with the murderer chasing a young girl. But no matter what she threw at the killer, nothing could slow him down. It ended in a bloodbath.

The character in the opening scene never survives to the end.

Suddenly I jumped, a hard knock could be heard coming from the front door. I paused the movie and glanced at the clock on the wall. It's in the middle of the night, who would be knocking now?

I stod up from the couch and slowly walked to the front door. I placed a hand against the wooden door and looked through the peep-hole. It was dark outside, could barely see anything at all. But then I saw it. Something was moving. It took a short while until I realised what I was looking at. Someone, dressed entirely in black, was standing outside my door.

"Please, Y/n." A weak voice could be heard from behind the door. I recognise that voice... Isn't it? Ethan? But what is he doing here?

I opened the door and locked eyes with Ethan. Before I even had the chance to open my mouth, he quickly continued:

"Please, I- I need your help." He whined. Then I saw it. Bloodstains on his black costume.

"Is that your blood?" I asked, staring at the boy. He looks... Scared?

"Yes. Please, I didn't know where else to go." Ethan said quietly, before collapsing outside of my door.

Oh shit, he's in bad shape. I took both his arms and dragged him into the house. With a lot of effort, I managed to pull him on the couch.

"I- Shit, I'm gonna call you an ambulance." I said, panicking. Ethans eyes widened in panic. He grabbed my wrist, hard. He was strong, despite being as injured as he was.

"Y/n," He whispered. "Please don't, I just need you to stop the bleeding and then I'll walk out."

Damn it, I don't have time to fight with him. I need to stop the bleeding and then I'll convince him to let me call an ambulance.

I ran into the kitchen, collecting hot water in a bowl. I grabbed some clean cloths as well. This is bizarre. A thousand questions were running in my head as I watched the bowl get liffed with clean water.

I ran back into he living room and found Ethan breathing heavily. I sat down the bowl beside the couch. He was applying pressure to a wound on his stomach. He was dressed in some kind of black cloak.

"I-Uhm. I kind of need you to remove... Your clothes so I can clean your wound?" I said already feeling my cheeks heat up. It wasn't like that. It was necessary that I could see in order to clean the wound.

Ethan thought about my words for a short moment, before nodding slowly. He unbottened the cloak and let it fall off his upper body. It felt like an invasion of privacy, but I couldn't help but to look at him, at his chest. But also the wound. A stab wound. The surrounding skin was covered in dried blood and bruises in blue and purple.

"Who did this to you?" I asked in horror underneath my breath, still staring at his chest. Ethan bit his lower lip, and just shook his head.

I took one of the clean cloths and started to clean his skin, wiping the dried blood off in order to clearly see the wound. I could feel the firmness of his musculature, underneath my touch. It was a bit distracting. But not distracting enough to not see the gaping wound. He needs to go to a hospital. Like, right now. I don't know what I'm doing at all.

Shit, I might need to put a bandage on it or something. I stood up and ran to the toilet. I opened the bathroom cabinet and quickly gathered what I deemed useful. While collecting the supplies, many thoughts was running through my head. Who had done this to Ethan? Why would anyone hurt Ethan? And why would Ethan come to me?

Ethan was still on my couch when I returned to the living room.

"You're an idiot." I muttered while trying to apply the bandage. For the first time this evening, Ethan smiled at me.

"I know." He said weakly. His brown eyes were locked onto me. I could feel his gaze on me. Why was he looking at me like that?

"Stop staring at me." I said, while continuing to care for his stab wound.

"Blood loss." He said, like it was some sort of answer.

"What?"

"You know... I'm dizzy 'cause of the blood loss."

"That makes no sense and sounds like an excuse."

"Maybe." He said with those brown, hypnotizing eyes still locked onto me.

"You need to get to a hospital."

"I can't."

"Why?"

"No."

"That's not an answer, idiot."

He didn't answer that, only continued to stare at me. The way his gaze was fixed on me, it was the same kind of staring that Chad was doing at Tara and Mindy was doing at Anika.

I breathed in. Stubborn donkey.

"You can sleep here tonight," I begun, and saw how he tensed up. "Sleep here and tomorrow, I'll help you to a hospital."

He nodded.

"Thank you."

"If you die on my couch, I will find your ghost in heaven and make you pay for a new couch." I quickly said, earning a small chuckle from Ethan. He was pale, paler than usual.

"If there is an heaven, you probably won't find me there." Ethan said, slowly closing his eyes. I watched his chest rise and sink with every breath he took. He probably doesn't even know what he's saying. The loss of blood must have screwed with his head.

"Get some rest." I said, getting up from the floor.

"You're sweet." He slowly said, while drifting off to sleep.

I shook my head. I don't really know what happened. But Ethan, for some reason, chose to go to me. Me, out of everyone.

I couldn't help but smile at that.