J+C: DRABBLES

☆Clumsy ER Run!☆

[ Jake's clumsiness gets himself into the hospital due to a severe injury from being a klutz!! ]

TW: g0re, bl00d, hospitalization

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"Hey, Carrington!" Jake calls as he ran upstairs. Dashing to his roommate's door and knocking on it.

"What?" Carrington calls back from inside his room, looking up from his phone. He had just finished filming a TikTok, and was now scrolling through the comments.

Jake opened the door, giggling. "Want to see something cool?!" He exclaimed, taking out a knife from his belt loop. Flicking it open. "Look!"

Carrington's eyes widened as he saw the knife, a mix of shock and excitement on his face. "Whoa, where did you get that? And why are you carrying it around?"

"I bought it!" Jake beams, waving it around. "I use it to unbox stuff on stream, i just finished streaming and wanted to show you how badass it looks!"

Carrington's curiosity piqued, and he set his phone down, giving Jake his full attention. "Unboxing stuff, huh? That's actually pretty cool. Can I see it up close?"

"Sure!" Jake walks over and sat on Carrington's bed. Showing the sharp object.

Carrington sits down next to Jake, admiring the knife. He gently takes it from Jake's hand, feeling the weight and the sharpness of the blade. "It's pretty damn cool," he says, running his fingers along the edge. "But be careful, okay? You don't want to accidentally cut yourself."

"Oh I'll be fine!" Jake grabbed the knife back. Waving it around again. Before he gets up from Carrington's bed. "I'll be back!" He says, running out of the room with it.

Carrington watches as Jake runs out of the room, a mix of concern and amusement on his face. "Be careful, you idiot!" he calls out, shaking his head. He picks up his phone again, scrolling through his social media, wondering what Jake was up to.

The punk was going to get something to cut to show how sharp the blade was. But being the clumsy klutz he is, he tripped on his baggy pants and fell a few steps on the stairs. The knife plunging into his tatted arm. "SHIT! OW!"

Carrington heard the commotion and quickly got up from his bed, rushing out of his room. "Jake, what happened? Are you okay?" he called out, running down the stairs to where Jake was.

Jake was halfway down the stairs, sitting on them. The knife is stuck in Jake's forearm. He went wide eyed, "CARRINGTON!"

Carrington's heart dropped as he saw the knife lodged in Jake's arm. He quickly rushed over to him, kneeling down beside him. "Oh my god, Jake, you idiot. Why did you run with a knife? You're going to be okay, but we need to get that out of your arm."

"How?!" Jake's eyes are fixated on the knife and blood. He started to feel woozy. He started to panic. "IT HURTS, DUDE!"

Carrington tried to keep Jake calm, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "Just breathe, Jake. I'm going to call an ambulance, okay? Just try to stay calm and don't move the knife." He took out his phone and dialed 911, explaining the situation to the operator.

Jake felt suddenly super dizzy. He slumps his head onto Carrington's shoulder. That's when Carrington realized, the knife was stabbing an artery.