sturniolo/nate imagines

ow-Matt

Y/N POV

"Come on, Y/N, don't be a party pooper." Larray said. They're all trying to get me to film a video with them.
"I don't like chicken." I said again.
"You don't have to eat it."
"Oh my god. Fine." I gave in.
"Yay!" We went to the kitchen and started filming. We messed around for a while before doing the intro.
"I'm with the triplets and this random girl we found on the street. And we're doing blind def mute, cooking chicken."
"How do fuck are we gonna do this with 5 people?" I asked. We brainstormed for a while and made a plan.
"So me and Nick are gonna be def, Chris is blind, Matt is mute, what do you wanna be, blind or mute?" He asked me.
"Blind. I'm kinda sick, and I don't wanna sneeze out my nose." I said.
"Well, that's disgusting. Anyway, we have a plan." They were getting their headphones, and Chris slapped matts ass.
"Hey. Don't touch what's mine." I said.
"That's crazy." Chris giggled.
"Are you a protective girlfriend?" Larray asked.
"Yes. That's mine. Don't even look at him, or you'll regret it." I said as seriously as I could.
"Oh. Matt, how do you feel about that?"
"No comment." We got everything on and started.
"Where's the chicken?" I asked, feeling around. I got the package and tried to open it.
"I can't get it open."
"Here's a knife! Be careful it's sharp!" Nick yelled, handing it to me. I opened the package and grabbed the knifes sharp side, wanting to put it down, not realizing. I felt the little slice and realized how stupid I am. I tried to move my hand but only sliced more, being a fucking idiot.
"Ow!" I yelled, dropping the knife. I held my hand closed, feeling the warm blood. Why did I do that? It's a knife.
"What happened?" Someone yelled. I kept my mouth tightly closed.
"Are you ok?" I nodded, not wanting to talk with the stinging across my fingers. I moved out of the way so someone could do more with the chicken, putting my hand under the bleeding one, so it dripped into my hand instead of the floor. I sat in the corner by sink, throbbing pain in my hand, putting it behind my back. They washed the chicken and started seasoning it.
"Y/N, what are you doing?" I shrugged, embarrassed about what happened.
"Ok, we're gonna ignore her." I felt the little puddle of blood under my hand grow larger on the floor. I'm grateful for the blindfold cause I know Matt is watching me.
"Is that blood?"
"Where?"
"On the knife." Fuck.
"Y/N?"
"Are you bleeding?" I shook my head.
"Did you cut yourself?" I shook my head again. Lying. I felt them come over to me, asking more questions.
"Y/N," Matt said softly. He took off the tape.
"Hm," I mumbled, feeling bad.
"What happened?"
"Nothing," I lied again. I felt him reach behind my head, and unty the blindfold, revealing my watery eyes.
"What happened?" He asked again. I slowly lifted my blood covered hand, still dripping.
"Holy shit." They gasped, not expecting it to be bad.
"Fuck, Y/N." Matt, grabbed a towel and rested my hand in it.
"Open your hand," he said. I shook my head.
"Y/N, you have to."
"It hurts," I squeaked out.
"I know. Just open it." I slowly uncured my fingers in a lot of pain.
"Good job," he looked at my completely red hand, seeing the cuts on my fingers.
"Can someone get me another towel," Nick got one, and he pressed it in my hand. I winced, gripping my shirt with the other hand.
"Ok, squeeze that." I closed my hand.
"Tighter." He said, I squeezed it tightly.
"We have to go to the ER." He said, looking at me.
"No," I shook my head, I hate hospitals.
"We have to." I looked down.
"Come on." He helped me up, holding the towel to my hand.
"Larry, you're driving." He said, leading me out.
"Wait, can I vlog this?" Larry asked, grabbing the camera.
"No," "Yes," Matt and I said at the same time.
"Why would you want this on camera?" Matt asked me.
"Good content." I shrugged.
"She gets it." He said, getting into the drivers seat. Matt got in the back with me still holding the towel. Nick was on the other side of me, Chris in the front.
"So, we're in the way to the ER cause Y/N cut herself, really bad. Y/N what your thoughts right now?" He asked, driving quickly.
"Ow," I said truthfully.
"How did it even happen?" Chris asked.
"I wanted to put the knife down, and I was holding it in my right hand, and I grabbed it with my left hand to put it to the left of me. But I'm really stupid, and I forgot it was a knife, and knives cut people. But it was too late." I explained.
"Aren't you a smart cookie." Nick said.
"Sorry for ruining the video." I said.
"It's ok." He giggled,"I don't think you did it on purpose."
"Matt, what are your thoughts right now?" Nick asked.
"I don't know," he shrugged.
"Larry, I got blood on your seats. I'm sorry." I apologized, realizing I dripped some.
"It's ok." He giggled.
"You're literally bleeding out and worried about getting blood on his seats." Nick said.
"It's a nice car," I said slowly, getting kind of dizzy.
"How far away are we?" Matt asked, noticing somethings wrong.
"Like 5 minutes, why?"He replied.
"Y/N, are you dizzy?" Nick asked.
"Ya," I mumbled out, my vision getting blurry. I blinked rapidly, trying to act normal.
"Try to stay awake." Matt said. I tried until we arrived. Mat tried to help me walk, but I was too dizzy, so he picked me up, carrying me inside.
I was half conscious as everything happened. Then I fell asleep.

I woke up, and Matt was sitting next to me.
"Hey, how ya feeling?" He stood next to me, stroking my hair.
"Weird," I answered.
"Well, you lost a lot of blood. But we can go home when your vitals are good."
"The cut wasn't that bad?"
"Yes it was, love. You have 7 stitches." He said, motioning to my bandaged hand.
"Oh,"
"You should've said something when it happened."
"I didn't want to mess up the video."
"If you're bleeding like that, it doesn't matter what we're doing. You can't just try to deal with it."
"Sorry,"
"It's ok, but if anything like this happens again, you have to say something."
"Ok," I agreed. He gave me a soft smile.
"Did the stitches look cool?" I asked.
"Ya," he giggled. "They looked pretty badass." He pulled out his phone.
"I took a picture." He showed it to me. There were 3 stitches in my pointer finger, 2 in my middle and ring, and a bandage on my pinkey.
"Cool,"