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𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒. 𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘕 , 𝟭𝟭:𝟬𝟱 𝗣𝗠.
Julian WAS AT THE DOOR IN SECONDS, careful not to wake his sleeping granddad and then he was opening it.
He had so much on his mind, one of the big things he was wondering was why he showed up now? A random pop up? With his out of breathe tone too.
As soon as julian opened the door, his eyes shot up and he made eye contact with red and the state he was in, and everything started making sense.
But not in a good way.
It was a sight to behold in front of him. So much so, the almost sex dream he had about red went completely out the window. He completely forgot about it, or about the awkwardness he was probably going to cause because of it. ——————-
𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋. 𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘕 , 𝟭𝟭:𝟬𝟱 𝗣𝗠.
Trey stared leaned on julian's door frame, staring down at him with his hand holding the right side of his body.
Blood was leaking through his hands. It was simple explanation for it though. In his fight he had with lamar's old contact, the nigga pulled out a knife and stabbed him. Like actually stabbed him.
The knife was still lodged into his side after all, which he didn't make any attempts to remove either.
And surprise surprise. The first place he thought of was coming here.
To julian.
"OH MY GOD?" Julian all but yelled when he made eye contact with it, then he threw his hands over his mouth.
"Shit. Stop bein' so loud shorty. I kno' yo grandad sleep."
"Stop being so loud, Red? In case you havent noticed, you're bleeding. Everywhere. With a knife stuck in the side of you?!??!?? How could I NOT be loud?"
Trey knew he had a point, but the yelling wasn't helping with the headache and or the pain he was feeling.
"Oh my gosh." Julian ran a hand through his hair. "First you come to me with a big scar down your arm asking me to stich you up, even knowing I didn't know what I was doing, and now you're here. With a knife lodged into the side of your body. I am NOT a doctor, I don't know-"
"Breathe shorty, I'm da' one with da knife in his side. Not you."
"Are you serious right now?" Red was really standing here, barely breathing right, with a knife inside him, telling him, julian, to calm down.
"Dead serious, dis shit ain't nun but a scratch." Trey stated.
Julian took a deep breath, and then he moved out the way so red could walk in. "Red, seriously. This isn't funny. What am I suppose to do? I don't know how to remove a knife in somebody without causing something fatal to happen."
