Blaise, The Bad Boy, and The Beast [SLOW UPDATES]

The Party

Picture is Jared.

"Lincoln! We have to get you to the hospital!" I gasped catching him before he fell completely forward.

He reached a bloody shaky hand up and held my arm. "No, I can't go there. Please."

When he said that I got sudden flash backs of our conversation at the beach. He's right.

"Let's get you on my bed. You have to help me though." I said reaching under his arm.

I grabbed his shirt on the other side of him and lifted as much as I could. He let out a painful grunt as he pushed his legs up the best he could. We slowly wobbled to my bed and I laid down gently.

"I'll be right back." I took off downstairs as fast I could to grab the first aid bag.

Searching through cabinets and shakily knocking things over I finally found the bag. My breath was rapid and my heart felt like it was about to come out of my chest. I don't even know what to think right now.

I've got to calm down, he needs me right now.

I took a deep breath, grabbed some towels and ran back upstairs. Lincoln was laying on my bed taking quick shallow breaths. He was clenching his jaw and gripping my now ruined bed spread.

I quickly ran over and took his jacket off of him. I reached over and grabbed a wet rag and wiped away as much blood as I could before pushing down and applying pressure to his wound. I grabbed his hand and put it on top of the rag.

"Lincoln, look at me."

He lifted his head up and opened his eyes but didn't speak.

"You've got to push down here and hold the pressure so I can thread the needle. Understand?" I said in a hurry. He nodded his hand in response and pushed his hand down the best he could.

I grabbed the needle and thread. I tried to thread the needle but my hands were too shaky. I was getting so frustrated that tears started to run down cheeks.

"Blaise. It's okay. Calm down." Lincoln said in whisper reaching his free hand over and stroking my cheek.

He's right, calm down. I took another deep breath and successfully threaded the needle. Here comes the worst part. I brought my face over to Lincoln's and lowered to where our foreheads were touching.

"I don't have anything to numb you. I'm sorry. Just take deep breaths and stay calm." I whispered.

Despite all the pain Lincoln formed a smirk on his face and put his hand in my hair and brought my face closer. He weakly lifted up and kissed me on the cheek.

"It's okay, I can handle it." He said in my ear. I nodded my head in response. My cheek again on fire from where he kissed me.

Why am I feeling all of this emotion? Cassie did always say when you find the one, you'll know. Is he the one? I shook off my thoughts and moved back down to his stomach and started to stitch it up. I can't think about this right now.

"Ah!" Lincoln clenched his jaw harder. I snapped my head up.

"I'm so sorry!" I cried.

"Keep going." He said through his teeth. I obeyed and started to finish.

"Just one more." I told myself pulling the thread through his skin again.

"Finally." I whispered after I pulled the last stitch. I tied it the thread off and cut it. I grabbed another wet cloth and started cleaning up the rest of the blood on him.