Trapped! (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter - 11

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Carly’s P.O.V :

“Ouch!” I yelped. I was in the kitchen, chopping carrots with Ari. Unfortunately Jason had gone to the mall with T.J, Harry, Zayn, Taylor, Eleanor and Danielle. Louis, Liam and Niall were staying with us. Liam was helping around every once in a while, coming in and chopping something and going out again. Louis wasn’t much use because all he did was check out which people were eating the carrots. Niall was no help whatsoever. If we’d just finished roasting something, he’d come and take a ‘teensy weensy itsy bitsy bit’ off it. Which was as big as half a chicken leg that is. Plus he ate Nandos right in front of us which ahem, distracted us for a bit because well, we were cooking and not eating!

And I’d just grazed the knife on my finger.  A bloody line had formed on the side of my finger and blood was leaking out fast. Ari had gone to the store room to get a few ‘some things’. I was on my own in the kitchen with fish frying on the frying pan and a bloody finger on my hands… or my palm.  Worst of all it was my right hand and at that exact moment the fish sizzled warning me that it was getting slightly over burnt. I tried to pick up the fish with a spoon but the presence of the spoon made the oil sizzle again and a few hot drops fell on my wound.

Before I could stop myself, I dropped the fish back into the pan and more oil splashed on me. I screamed. The heat of the oil was terrible. It was scalding hot and I burnt my finger again. I looked at it and blood was oozing out even more. I shrieked. A huge bubble formed over my head and I immediately thought  of huge, red, ugly boils covering my all over. I screamed at the thought and Liam ran into the room.

He was about yell, but he clasped a hand over his mouth. “C-Carly! You’re red all over! And there’s blood over your hand!”

I looked at my arm which was half bloody as the bleeding had terribly increased.

“Stay away from the fire,” Liam ordered and I moved away.

“Louis!” Liam cried as he switched off the stove. “Carly needs help! She’s bleeding!”

Louis’s shocked head popped over the door and his shocked expression changed to a worried look. “Are you okay?  Let me get some cotton and water quick!” Louis ran over to me. He has four or five sisters himself so he must be pretty experienced with this sort of thing.

Liam quickly ran out of the room as soon as Ari came to the room balancing a basket on her head. The basket fell off and she gasped. I looked over my arm again. It was dripping red halfway to the elbow. I didn’t know that such a small wound would let go of so much blood. So much blood.

Liam ran back inside and pressed a wet piece of cotton against my wound.

“The blood will clot,” Louis assured me. “And then the bleeding will stop and everything will be alright.” Louis assured me. I got up slowly but I forgot that oil had spilt all over and I tried to walk. I screamed as I fell on my back. I screamed again. There was a tearing pain, on my chest. It was so horrible I felt  that I was broken. Then I remembered. My allergy to oil. I couldn’t believe it. Bleeding, allergy and broken? My breathing became bad. The broken rib must have moved towards my breathing system. The oil was making me cough and itch and turn red all over. And my oil allergy increases bleeding, I stole a look at my hand. Louis was staring at the  would and going, “What the heck?” because blood was pouring out again. I burst into tears as I got up and hugged Louis.

The hug hurt my broken ribs even more, but the worst thing was that when Louis hugged back the ribs hurt even more. I gasped. “Lo-uis. Louis, please. Don’t.”