Class Dismissed (Vic Fuentes) ✔️

Chapter 17

"Let me take a look at it." Vic whispered as he sat me down and reached for my ankle. I kinda knew that it wasn't a question, so I just let him do his thing. I flinched and sucked in a sharp breath as he pressed his thumb down on multiple places, checking for swelling. "Sorry."

"It's fine." I breathed, trying to ignore the pain. It was pointless though. It hurt like hell to be honest.

"Well I think you sprained it pretty badly, but you'll be alright." Vic smiled at me and got up to grab a support bandage from the first aid kit that Austin brought along.

My face dropped once I saw a huge blood stain on the front of Vic's shirt. "V-Vic." I stuttered with fear in my voice as I pointed at him.

He frowned questioningly at my sudden mood change and looked down at himself. "Holy shit." He muttered as he eyed the crimson red stain. He then looked back at me with worry in his eyes and jumped over beside me. "Um, I think that's your blood, Chelsea."

I lifted my arm away from my side and pulled up my shirt only slightly, until I saw a cut going down my side, about two inches long. Well that explained the sharp pain that I felt when I slid down the hill earlier. "Doesn't it hurt?" Vic asked in pure shock.

I chuckled a little as I watched him get a washcloth out of the trunk of the car and poured some disinfectant liquid onto it. "I... I guess the pain in my foot is worse so I don't really feel it. It's just... warm." That's all I really felt at the time.

Vic then kneeled beside me and sighed a little. To make it easy I just pulled off my shirt entirely, revealing the cut was at least twice as big as I first thought it was. Vic gently began to dab the cloth onto the cut, wiping away the blood and any bacteria that might've been on it.

I flinched and backed away from him. "Okay, I can feel it now." I mumbled through gritted teeth.

"I'm really sorry, but I have to clean it." Vic whispered, sympathy laced in his voice. "I think you might need some stitches actually."

I turned my head towards him, praying I hadn't heard that right. "You're kidding." I ushered, really hoping he was just fucking with me. He just shook his head and sighed as he continued to clean it. "Fine." I groaned. "I have a sewing needle in my bag, and dental floss. It'll do."

Vic stopped cleaning and faced me, trying to hold back a laugh. "You're crazy, Chels." He simply stated.

"Okay, I'll do it myself then, because I'm not going to a hospital, Vic. You know how far away the nearest hospital is?" I wasn't even going to give him time to think about that one. "Go on, give me the stuff. Let's get it over with."

Vic rolled his eyes and left, assumingly to get what I asked for. After a few minutes, he returned with the sewing needle, the dental floss, a clean shirt and a bottle of whiskey. "Here, keep yourself distracted, I'll do this." He told me as he dangled the bottle in front of my face.

I snatched it from his grasp and looked at him questioningly. "Have you ever even done anything like this?" I asked him.

"I've sewn a thing or two in my life. Skin can't be that different, right?"

Oh god. I took a deep breath and twisted the cap off the whiskey bottle, putting the neck of it to my lips just as I felt the needle press into my skin. A groan escaped my throat, but I quickly muffled it by taking a big gulp of the whiskey. I swallowed the bitter substance and it made my throat burn all the way down to my stomach. 

"Jesus Christ how can you drink this?" I exclaimed in horror.

Vic chuckled from beside me. "You'll get used to it. Are you feeling okay?"

I took another big gulp and laughed. "Dude, you're sewing me back together with a needle and some dental floss, how do you think I'm feeling?" It hurt less and less as he went on, but it still didn't feel good. Heck it stung pretty goddamn bad to be honest. It's just my luck to have something like this happen to me on a nice camping trip.

"Well at least your wound is gonna be minty fresh." Vic stated with a soft chuckle. I laughed and shook my head. "Just hold on, I'm almost done." He then assured me. 

Every second of pain was honestly a second too long, but I was pretty grateful that Vic was here to help out. I may have stitched myself up before once or twice, but it still made me feel sick as fuck.

"There, all done." Vic announced as he put away the sewing needle and tied up the loose ends. "And you're in luck, the cut didn't damage up your little house pet there." He then told me with a soft smile.

I blushed a little knowing he had now seen that too. I was glad and all that my tattoo didn't get damaged, but others seeing it wasn't something I was used to. "It's a really cool tattoo, by the way. I'm too chicken to get any myself, but I like them on others." He whispered, still looking at it.

"Thanks." I muttered, not knowing what else to say. I snatched the clean shirt that Vic had brought earlier and started pulling it over my head.

"How far does it go down?" He then asked out of nowhere.

I figured he asked since it was obvious that below the waistline of my shorts, there was more. But it still felt awkward. My eyes widened, making me stop my motions entirely as I stared at him. "Um I- It goes down to my... thigh." I told him honestly.

"Maybe someday I'll get to see the whole thing." The way he said it sounded just a little suggestive, and the small smirk that formed on his lips confirmed that. In any other situation I would've come up with a snappy comment to throw back at him, but this time I was at a loss for words.

I decided to ignore it completely and finished putting the shirt on without another word. At this point I was grateful for the bottle of whiskey that was still by my side, so I took another few gulps.

Vic left for a moment, and in that time, everyone else came back. They all greeted me and sat down around in the grass. Mike noticed me holding the bottle of whiskey and frowned. "Are you going to share that?" He asked as he pointed at it.

I chuckled a little when Vic suddenly arrived at my side again, handing me two small pills. I recognized them as the average painkiller, so I threw them into my mouth and added a big swig of whiskey before handing the bottle to Mike.

Vic then sat down beside me and lifted my shirt a little, making me gasp in surprise. "Sorry, still have to cover it up so it doesn't get infected." He whispered to me. But suddenly I felt really uncomfortable. Probably because everyone was staring at me.

Vic lightly pressed a compression pad onto the cut, making me take in a sharp breath as I bit my lip. He ripped some tape off a small roll and securely taped the pad to my skin so it'd stay put. "There you go. Are you feeling alright?" His voice sounded calm and soothing, almost as if there was no one else here.

I blushed again as I felt his thumb trace the tape. "I-I'm fine, t-thanks." I stuttered. 

God damn, get yourself together, Chelsea... 

I looked around to meet various curious eyes who were still focused on us. Kellin on the other hand just smiled. The look that threw me off a little though was Andy's. He was glaring in Vic's direction, tightening his grip on Juliet's hand who sat beside him.

She looked at him questioningly, following his gaze back to us. Once she noticed, she just sighed and looked away. I looked down at Vic again and he just smiled. 

"So is anyone gonna talk about what happened?" Austin suddenly asked.

I scratched the back of my neck and shrugged as I looked at him. "Fell down a hill and I guess I slid across something sharp on the way down." I explained as simply as possible.

"Yeah, she's a bit of a klutz." Vic noted with a chuckle.

I glared at him and gave him a quick shove. He was a jerk for saying that, yet again, but I laughed anyways. Why was I laughing?