Player file 1 : BEN

For Him

(Authors note: I start my new job today, and my hand feels a lot better- I don't know my off days yet but, I will continue to update this on the normal schedule- well, what's normal for me is chaos for you, dear reader, I'll talk to ya on the other side, 

Tully)

The rooms tension was so thick, it could be cut with a knife. The silence? Was deafening. The only thing breaking it was the occasional sniffle, and Toby's cracking shoulders, along with a few pops from his mouth. I felt Tim lightly squeeze my shoulder before getting up away from the bed to sit in the office chair to the side. He pulled a cigarette with a shaking hand, his thumb slipping off the striker a few times, the blood on his hands making it hard to grasp, let alone give himself a look in the mirror, after a few slips, he struck it, lighting up the stick, which he began to puff on, his whole frame shaking as he wiped a wrist over his brow. Smearing a streak across his face. 

Your eyes fell over to the boy on the floor, he now sat cross legged with his head hanging low, teeth chewing viciously on his fingertips, ripping flesh without a care, he couldn't feel it, so why would he care? The only pain he could truly feel was the mental anguish that covered you all like a cold shower. Suddenly, Kate stood up. Walking silently to her backpack which she began to rummage  around in, pulling out a thick red box, before making her way back to you, she sat down across from you, opening the box and pulling out supplies- hesitantly pushing the soaked sheets out the way as she took a seat in front of you. 

With gentle hands she cupped your face, bringing  your eyes up to look into her dark ones. She tilted her head, studying your features and face so closely, it made you shiver. She then brough up a hand, a disinfectant wipe in her hand which she used to wipe your face clean, wipe after wipe, cleaning up the bloodied nose and facial cut across your nose- an injury that looked just like Toby's that day of training- pretty blue and purple bruising was easily staining your face,  swelling with an red hot anger as she pressed an ice pack gently against it. You hissed, recoiling back from the sudden cold before relaxing into her grasp as she brought you back towards her, a gentle look in her eyes as she tilted her head. You slowly brought your shaking hand up to grasp the cold pack, signaling for the silent girl to take a few steps back from you. If it weren't for the mask, you could've sworn that she was smiling. 

"I- thank you.." You muttered softly, grasping the pack in your hands, you had only just met her and she was treating you so gently- like she had known you forever. Your eyes flicked down to Toby, and she nudged the medical kit towards you, removing a few bandages to help the other two boys in the corner. As she helped a frazzled Tim remove his jacket, you carefully crawled onto the floor, setting the kit Kate let you borrow between you and the angry, twitching man. 

He paid you no mind, his deep brown eyes, the ones that reminded you of oak trees in the winter was swirling in emotion, switching back and forth like a sporadic, rabid animal. His breath hitched sharply in his chest, as your cold gentle hands grasped his chewed bleeding ones. "Just because you can't feel it, doesn't make this okay" you whispered softly, keeping your eyes low and off of his as you carefully pulled the blood soaked gloves from his hands.

As you gently wrapped his fingers, a voice from the bathroom alerted you, making your head shoot up, to see a rather frazzled Ben with a towel thrown over his shoulders, his clothes were messily placed back on, and he was leaning against the door way for support. Before he could collapse you were already to your feet and by his side, helping him to the edge of the bed, sitting him down on the floor next to you and Toby, your hand immediately went to his forehead- checking his temp, sighing upon feeling the lukewarm feeling instead of the brain rotting fever he was holding onto.