Eddie's POV:
Juicy and I were filming a bunch of skits for our channels, and this one got a bit out of hand. He had to do a really dangerous stunt, which he agreed to obviously. It's Juicy. He will literally do anything for views. Once he did the stunt, he hurt himself badly. Like really bad. He was gripping his side, so I'm guessing that's where he hurt himself. I ran up to him and knelt beside him, checking on him. "Oh my God, dude, are you alright?" I ask him, placing my hands on his shoulders. He hisses and nods his head no. It looked like he was going to start crying. "Ok, can I lift your shirt up so I can see?" I ask him. He rolls it up for me, and I see the damage. "Holy fuck.." I whisper to myself. "Umm, I'm not trying to worry you, but it's like really bad, bro." He doesn't care. He doesn't say anything. He has a massive open wound that is covered in blood. I carefully lift him off the floor and swing his arm around my shoulders as I slowly walk him back inside. We got inside as I sat Juicy down and grabbed the first aid kit. "Arms up." I say, making him slowly put his arms up. He whinced in pain when he did that as I took his shirt off for him. I grabbed a wet cloth and slowly wiped all the blood off the wound. He kept whincing and groaning in pain. "I know, I know. It hurts. Just hold my hand, and you'll be fine." I reassured as he grabbed my hand and squeezed it with all his strength. I then grabbed an alcohol cleaning pad and opened the packet, unfolding it. "Now I'm gonna warn you Juicy, this is will hurt like a bitch. So you can hold my hand and tell me if it hurts too much, alright?" He nods as I start to clean the wound. Surprisingly, he hasn't said anything yet and tries to be silent the whole time but fails. He squeezes my hand so hard it feels like he will break it. Luckily, it was over quick as I finally grabbed a massive plaster and wrapped it in bandages. "There we go. You're done. The painful parts are over so you can relax now." Juicy sighs as he leans back in the chair quite fast and immediately regrets it. "Oh shit, my bad, I forgot to tell you. You can't do any fast movements or anything like that because you'll hurt it even more and can even lead to something even worse." I say, putting everything back in the first aid kit and chucking it back in the cabinet. "Hey, thanks, Eddie, for helping me. Don't know what I'd do without you." He says as he hugs me. I hugged him back and helped him to sit on the couch. I sit next to him as I facetime the rest of the boys and tell them why Juicy can't film with us for a few weeks. They, of course, understood and wished Juicy a "get well soon." I hung up on them and layed Juicy down for him to sleep a bit. I placed a blanket over him and watched as he snuggled himself in the blanket. He looked cute doing that. I placed my hand on him to make sure he wouldn't turn and lay on his injured side. Luckily, he didn't do that and had some rest before waking up and grabbing some medicine to help with the pain. I slowly crept up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist while I placed my chin on his shoulder. "Feeling any better?" I ask him. "I'm fine for now. Just taking some medicine to stop the pain before it gets worse." I pull my arms away as he sits back on the couch and wraps himself with the blanket again. I made sure I watched him the whole day to make sure he wasn't doing anything worse to his wound. Today was a turn of events, but I'm glad it wasn't anything really serious.
