The Hollows Of Hiraeth (✔️) | 'Hollows' Book I

Chapter Fifty-Eight

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Then I saw the rip in his jeans on the front of his thigh, just above his knee. I quickly managed to make the hole in his jeans a little bigger to check his cut.

After a first glance, I restrained myself from gagging.

I had miscalculated slightly, or was just blind in the moment. The tear went right from the front of his leg, through the side and then it ended, nearly cutting the whole leg of his jeans out. And the wound? It was just as bad as you'd imagine.

As if Carter had tried to dodge the weapon that tore his leg and his jeans, the injury started out with a severe and bloody wound on his leg, then his skin was split on the side of his thigh. The blood was everywhere. Overstatement, but it still looked horrendous.

I started to freak out; I had no idea what to do. I stepped over him and grabbed the first towel I saw, wrapping it around his leg, trying as hard as I could to be gentle. Satisfied, I jumped up, grabbing my phone and doing the only thing I knew how to do that would help—call Jameson.

The call rang for a while and I began to bite my nails, worried that Jameson wouldn't pick up. As I waited, I saw Carter trying to sit up and I quickly beckoned for him to lay back down.

The ringing stopped and I braced myself for the answer tone—but it wasn't.

"Sky?" I felt a huge weight lift off my shoulders as his voice rung clear through the phone. He sounded out of breath and exhausted, though still managed to sound worried too. I crouched down to where Carter was on the floor, trying to make sense of the situation as I looked between the blood on my hand and the blood dripping from Carter's wound.

"Somethings happened," My voice trembled and I sounded on the verge of hysteria. There was a shuffling around with the phone on Jameson's side before I got my answer.

"What? Sky, are you oka–"

"It's Carter." I broke him off—I didn't need a running commentary; I needed to get Carter some help, and immediately.

"He–I don't know. He's bleeding, it's bad." My voice still shook and the hysteria was still on the verge of spilling out but I got the information across, one way or another.

"Stay there, don't move." Jameson's reply was almost instant this time, and I was happy when he didn't end the call on me. I tried to breathe in and out slowly to calm myself down as I attempted to make Carter comfortable.

I looked at his face, and our eyes met. He could see that I wanted to say something, and I could see that he wanted to say something, but neither of us knew what to say. I was the first to break eye contact as I heard a thud echo down the corridor outside the door. I slowly rose from my crouched position, scared that whatever attacked Carter would come back for more.

The door handle jolted and I took another step forward, and then as a piercing pain shot through my foot, I fell to the floor. Once I landed on the floor, with a huge thump, I shouted out in pain as my eyes picked up a glint of something. A knife. A knife that was wedged into the bottom of my foot.

The door flew open and someone came in, someone who rushed over to me, shouting my name. The persons hand touched mine and I looked up, forgetting all my pain when I saw Jameson's face. I shoved him over to Carter, pointing and pointing at his bleeding leg. He wouldn't go.

Instead, he assessed my injury, probing around the wound and such. And then he whipped the knife out. I let out a bloody scream, something I can say for my wounded foot too. I squeezed my eyes shut, begging for the pain to go away as the door flew open.