Chapter Ten:
Paige’s POV:
Liam handed me a change of clothes and showed me to his bathroom and told me to take my time and come down when I was ready and we’d talk.
I shut and locked the door and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked horrible. Why did Liam even bring me hear, to his flat? His home? My clothes were torn to shreds and barely even covered my body and blood was caked all over my body and clothes.
I just shook my head and began to pry the clothes that were stuck to my body off. I winced as the fabric screamed in protest as it was glued to my wounds but I knew the only way I was going to be able to do this on my own was to just rip it off.
One.
Two.
Two and a….
RIIIPPPPP!
Oh sweet mother of….! That really hurt. I glanced down at my wounds and sure enough the clothes were gone but the wounds were openly bleeding again. I reached into my bag that I had taken back from Liam on our way up and grabbed my emergency kit that I always kept in here and pulled out the needle and thread.
I took a deep breath and held it until I was done sewing myself back up and all the bleeding had stopped.
I then but the needle and thread back in the kit and hopped in the shower. I didn’t have much choice but to use Liam’s toiletries so when I was done I came out smelling like Liam; which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
I put on Liam’s sweats and tee and was surprised by how large they were on me. I tried everything I could to get the sweats to stay up, I even pulled the drawstring as tight as it would go but in the end I had to settle with keeping one hand on the corner of the pants to keep them up myself.
When I walked back downstairs to meet Liam he chuckled at the sight of me trying to keep his pants on my body.
“It’s not funny.” I muttered.
He conveniently went into a coughing fit, which I assume was supposed to cover up his undeniable laughter.
I looked at the floor and blurted out the words that had been plaguing my mind since I had entered his flat. “I’m fine now, so can I go?”
He looked taken aback. “W-what? Don’t you need to see a doctor? Your wounds looked pretty deep and some of them were still bleeding….” He trailed off, obviously trying to reason with me.
But I came to this standoff prepared. “I carry around a needle and thread in my bag and stitched myself up already.” I informed him.
Liam paled at the thought of what I just told him. “Y-y-you stitched yourself up? Alone? H-how did you do that? Didn’t it hurt? Are you okay?”
