Little bird with broken wings.(SWS+ATL+PTV)

Stitches

I held the blade in my shaky hands and looked at my scarred skin. I shouldn't do this. Standing I walked to the door next to my bedroom. Realizing two things I looked down. One, I'm not sure whose door this is, two I'm only wearing boy shorts and a tank top. I heard soft snores from inside and knocked on the door. I can't do this. I started to fall when the door opened and I was pulled into someone's arms. "Shhh it's okay." I heard someone whisper and I was picked up and carried. I heard the door shut and then was sat on something soft. A bed. Arms stayed firmly wrapped around me pulling me into a bare chest as I cried. I sobbed for a while before whoever it was pulled away and I wiped my eyes. I looked up to see a very worried Jaime. I sniffled and felt a sting in my hand. I pulled it to me and saw I was still clutching the blade. Blood seeped out of the creases of my hand and dripped on Jaime's pajama pants. I looked up at him apologetically and he was focused on my hand and legs. He lightly touched the older healing cuts then looked at my hand. I didn't say anything as he pulled my fingers away from my bloody palm. My hand was a bloody mess but, you could still see the gleam of silver metal from the blade in my palm. He seemed to ignore the blood and pulled the blade from my hand. I whimpered in pain and he looked at me sadly and fully removed it. Sitting there cross legged on his bed with both palms faced up I watched as he crossed the room and threw the blade away and knowing he was smarter than that the trash can would be emptied as soon as possible. He crossed the room and examined my hand. Pulling me by my good hand he lead me to his bathroom and ran water over my hand. Every time I whimpered his hands tensed on the nob until the blood was washed and you would clearly see two nasty deep cuts on the palm of my hand.

"These need stitches, little bird." He whispered softly. I tended and he looked at me. "It'll be okay. I know it hurts right now but, you have us. You came to me even though I had no idea. That's good I'm very happy to know you haven't done it again. But one lost battle doesn't lose the war. Come on sweetie I'll drive you." He said and I blinked before nodding. I laughed with no humor. "Sorry about your pajama pants." I said and he shrugged. "I rarely wear them anyway I usually sleep in my boxers. You got lucky." He said and I actually giggled. He handed me a pair of sweats and I struggled my way into them then looked at him helplessly as I tried to roll them up. He looked at me with question but, simply rolled them up for me. He handed me a t shirt and helped me into it and then disappeared and came back with my vans which I slipped into. I heard scratching at the door and Jaime opened it to see my puppy sitting their sadly. "Should I put him in Tony's room? He loves Tony he will probably curl up and sleep." I asked and Jaime nodded. "Here I'll do it just go get in Vic's car I rode with Mike and he left earlier. I'll grab the keys and put Cas up then meet you out there. I nodded and headed to the door. He opened it for me and I squeezed the bloody rag he handed me as I walked to the car. I heard a noise in the kitchen but, ignored it and silently slipped out of the house. Jaime exited a few minutes later and we set off to the hospital. "Wow two hospitals in three days what a record." I muttered and I heard him chuckle humorless. "What are you going to tell the others when you can't use your hand." He asked and I shrugged. "Vic and Tony know about what I've done and so does Kellin and Katelynn and Alex. The others don't but, I can just say I got hurt skating. I mean it's happened before there's a reason I always have a first aid kit in my bag." He nodded. "What's the worst injury you've had while skating?" I winced at the memory. "Okay so I grew up hanging out with my friend Tyler and his friends. We skated everytime we got the chance. I was a little sister to all of them so they all taught me moves."

"Well one morning Tyler and his friend Brad were working on this new move and I was watching them. They were to big for the jump and couldn't land it right. I assumed being smaller that I could complete it. I did but the landing was off and I could feel my wrist snap." We both shuttered. "Tyler and Brad carried me back to Tyler's house where Lydia and his mom were. They were both scolded all the way to and from the hospital. I broke both bones in my arm and had a cast for what seems like forever." I said and and he laughed. We pulled into the hospital and I held his hand in my good one as we filled out forms and got moved to the back room where a nurse proceeded to poke and prod before putting seventeen stitched in one cute and thirty five tiny ones in the bigger cut. I was strictly instructed to do nothing with this hand and was given some sort of brace for my hand that allowed no movement. I shivered as Jaime and I walked into the cool air. It's almost four in the morning now and the wind had picked up blowing cool November air over my bare arms. Jaime placed his jacket around my shoulders and I sent him a smile. He smiled back. I yawned. "Well now that I've had no sleep at all and have managed to keep you from getting no more than two hours why don't we head to the house and cuddle." I offered and he laughed. "I thought you only cuddled with Tony." He said and I shrugged. "It goes to whoever is warm and willing to cuddle. I used to sleep in Kellins bunk all the time and I always cuddled with Jack when we had slumber parties. I swear those two are like middle school girls." I heard him laugh and we got in the car.