Nick & Charlie

undone

Tw: blood

Nicks POV

Oh God, what do I do?
I'm sitting on the edge of our bed with my head in my hands.
That stubborn motherfucker 😒
No no it's part of the Illness I shouldn't get mad.
But He's not making any sense.
Going to the park at 5am? Vomiting. That damn knock he's started to do. I hardly recognize him.
Oh God what do I do?
I need to get him help but how? Should I call 999? They could 5150 him.
No I don't want to do that. He'd never forgive me. Or maybe he'd come to his senses.
Maybe I c-

BANG

I spring up. "Charlie?"
I try the nob but it's locked.
"Charlie?"
Still nothing-- wait is the water running?
I bang on the door "charlie?!"
I hear a slight moan back.
"CHARLIE OPEN THE DOOR!"
"N-nick?..."
"Yes Charlie it's me are you OK can I come in?"
I hear him hiccup and take a big breath in. I hear him moving.
"Charlie..." God I sound pathetic.
"Nick I'm sorry" he says between sobs.
"It's ok Dove I just want to make sure your okay"
All I hear is him sobbing through the door.
"I'm sorry I couldn't help it" he sobs.
My blood runs cold. I hadn't heard that since he ....
"Honey let me in. It's ok"
He slowly opens the door. His face is red and water stained
But that's not the first thing I notice.
He's cradling his left arm. There's a towel around it. Soaked and dripping with blood.
"Oh my God" I say before I can stop myself. I gently grab his arm and unwrap it but blood is pouring out of the giant cut on his arm.
I've never seen so much blood.
I grab more towels from the closet.
"Sit sit" I guide him to the floor and wrap the towels around his arm.
"I'm sorry" he sobs. "I'm so sorry"
"Char it's ok." I say as I reach into my pocket and grab my phone. He keeps saying it over and over. I keep telling him it's ok as I dial 999.
"999 what's the address of your emergency?"
"Hi.. yeah.. it's ok Char. It's 124 main street in Manchester." I keep pressing the wound but all I feel is more blood oozing out.
"Alright do you need fire, police, or medical?"
"Medical. Medical."
"I'm so sorry Nick I didn't mean to." He sobs. His face has grown pale.
"Shush Char save your energy just breath" he finally stops apologizing but he's still sobbing and taking short shallow breaths.
"OK we have medics on there way. Can you tell me what's going on?"
"My husband. He's bleeding"
"From where?"
"His arm"
"And what happened?"
"He... he um. He cut himself pretty bad."
"Alright I understand. Are the doors unlocked?"
"N-no"
"That's ok" she measures. "Make sure there's pressure on the wound"
"I am but it keeps soaking throu-"
"I don't feel so good." Charlie says. His eyes roll back and goes limp. I drop my phone and catch him in arms. The towels fall down and blood starts spurting from his arm onto the wall and ceiling.
"Charlie?!" I shake him gently but he's completely limp.
"Hello? Are you there?"
"Yes yes" I scream. "He won't wake up. H-He h-his arm.. so much blood. I-i-"
"Okay. You need to wrap his arm above the wound. Do you have anything to wrap it with?"
"I-i don't know. Charlie? Charlie."
"Sir you need to stay calm. Do you have anything to wrap his arm with?"
I look around.
The first aid kit!
I set Charlie gently on the ground. Blood pooling around him. I open the closet and open it. There's a thick blue rubber band and the operator guides me on putting it on his arm. The bleeding slows until only a few droplets come out.
There's s knock on the door. I run to the door and guide the medics in.
Two kneel down to Charlie.
"Hey Charlie are you with us?" One says while the other pounds his fist on his chest but Charlie still lays their lifeless.
"I'm not getting a pulse"