jenna ortega//one shots <3

though mission// tara carpenter

This is after an ghost face attack, you are wounded but unfortunately for Tara you are stubborn and won't admit to it or that you need help

Yns POV:

The room was silent except for the sounds of water running and the soft humming from Tara who was showering at the moment, probably cleaning of all the blood. Understandable.

Sam and the others had gone to cute boy next door, sending both me and Tara were absolutely exhausted and in no mood for much company they decided to give us space. I truly did appreciate it, but now it's all do quiet, nothing to distract me from myself and the thoughts that ran free in my head.

I was sat by the kitchen table, plenty of medic supplies layed out on top of the wooden surface. I stared at the mess for a good five minutes before I reached for some rubbing alcohol and a price of cloth, setting it directly in front of me before pulling up the fabric of my shirt high enough to reveal the bloody mess that had stained my skin, the crimson liquid thick yet slowly dripping down onto the floor beneath me. I would need to rinse at least some of it off before I could actually clean it.

My eyes however made no sign of moving, glued to the blood as if it were gonna  rush out faster any minute now, instinctively my hand went to cover it with *only* my hand. Biting back a groan, I looked around the kitchen searching for a bottle of water I could use instead of having to climb onto the counter to even be able to reach the sink. Luckily for me, I found one, one that was in reach. It had not much left about a third of the bottle was still filled, I swiftly opened til he bottle, struggling to do so with one hand but I managed somehow.

As the cold liquid ran over the wound, some blood washed away making it more bareable to actually look at, ofcource it was still horrid but more bareable.

Rinsing the blood of my hand, I reached for the rubbing alcohol opening it in a swift but quiet motion not wanting to disturb Tara's shower which I could only assume was heavenly. After the attack she seemed tense, which is understandable but to me it seemed like not only her mind was tense but her entire body. Constantly scanning the area  around us, flinching at the smallest sound or movements, I knew the feeling all to well and seeing Tara now doing the same broke my heart.

Glancing towards the small window by the kitchen, I was met with Sam, Mindy and Chad who were laughing and smiling together as if nothing happened. The sight brought up multiple feelings, one of them being... The fa t they could already let go of the situation for even a moment almost admirable. Though it also frustrated me, yes I might have insinuated that being alone might be better in this moment but I hadn't thought I'd miss out on even a little bit of fun and peace.

My hand tightened around the hydrogen peroxide, my attention brought back to the matter on hand as I shifted in my seat, the absolute raging pain that shot through my side nothing that I've ever felt before. A soft cry managed to escape past my lips, the sound catching me of guard and in response my free hand swiftly went to my mouth slapping it shut, my eyes glanced towards the door of Tara's room, awaiting any voice to come out of it to show concern, I found non much to my surprise. She's usually the first one to hear or ask if I'm okay.

Despite that, a relieved sigh escaped my lips knowing j did not even worry her at this moment.

I made quick work of cleaning and bandaging the deep cut on my side, doing a much sloppier job than usual. I had to as I the sound of the shower running came to an end and not quickly after that the sound of footsteps grew closer.

It wasn't long before Tara emerged from her room, her hair damp yet her clothes as fresh as could be, the light blue longhsleeved shirt and the simple jeans, though simple it looked elegant and beautiful. Her hands gently patting the ends of her hair dry with a towel. I quickly let go of any cloth I may have held, forcing a small smile onto my lips to greet her as best I could without sounding absolutely drained.

"Hey, how was the shower?" I asked

She let's out a long sigh, stalking towards the table while answering "it was amazing. Very calming."

Her eyes glanced around the room, falling onto the supplies on the table but mostly towards the mess on the floor, the mix of blood and water plain to see for anyone.  she frowned, slowly looking up at me, her eyes scanning every part of me till she found the cause of the blood spilled on the floor. she let down the towel, throwing it on a nearby chair before she placed her hand on the table beside her.

"why didnt you say anything?" she asked, her tone firm as was it concerened. the question had caught me off guard, expecting her to...say anything other than that. i had expected her to get mad or ask what exactly  happened to get me to this point but not this. my heart raced as i forced myself to meet her eyes, the dark brown lining ever so bueatiful. 

"you were busy not dying, everyone was. it wasnt the right moment." I reasoned, leaning forward with my elbows on the table, my voice was soft yet held to much worry for it to come over as calm.

"Well, it would be been nice to know before I got in the shower. I could've helped you." Her words were sincere apart from the first few seconds of a rougher more annoyed first sentence.

With a tilt of my head I let put a scoff, the simple huffing of air causing a sting to resonate by my side nearly causing me to pause my breathing "why would I need your help? I'm quite alive am I not?"

"You bandaged it wrong. Did you even clean it?"  She questions, her eyes flickering between the poorly wrapped shoulder and my face.

I nod to which she merely raised an eyebrow seeming not to believe me for even a second. Stepping just a few steps closer, she leaned against the side of the table her presence growing stronger with each passing second.

"Did you clean it properly, y/n?" She asks once again before making a statement having scanned the entirety of the injured shoulder "you did it wrong, the wrapping is loose."

I glared at her, as if she had said something completely ridiculous.  "It's not bleeding anymore, not as much at least."

I reasoned, averting my eyes back to the supplies layed out over the table. my eyes barely able to stay open, a sudden wave of exhaustion and pain washing over me. A cruel reminder of the attack we've had to survive today.

I had never needed anyone, never needed help. I won't allow myself to let today be the first time...

My bandaging and cleaning were... Terrible, she was right about that. I know she could do a better job but the whole point of getting rest means we can actually rest not having to do anything until tomorrow morning

Tara rolled her eyes, shaking her head at my antics

"Let me fix it"

Okay I wrote something, I'm sorry but this is gonna be a two parts thing as right now nothing comes to mind. I did not intentionally stop just as they're having a conversation.

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