Kidnapped ~Love Story~

Chapter Eleven ~Wound treatment~

Harper's P.O.V

Me, Kenna and Bree were just sitting in 'MY' room watching Pitch Perfect; at the part Fat Amy was

horazontally running on the chairs

 when we hear'd the front door open and close.

I was scared to death, but the girls were just worried about their boyfriends.

Boy: GUYS WE NEED HELP, JASON'S OUT COLD AND BLEEDING TO FUCKING DEATH.

Good is the only thing that came to mind when the boy said 'Bleeding to fucking death' because

then atleast I would be free, also I would get to see my Mom.

Bree: Oh my god, how the hell did that happen?

Kenna: I don't know.

Kenna said as they both walked out of the room and down the staires dragging me along with them.

Boy1: Do any of you know how to stop the bleeding?

One of the boys asked us franticly.

Both Bree and Kenna shook their heads and then looked at me.

Bree: Harper does!

Oh no, NO WAY IN HELL AM I SAVING MY KIDNAPPERS LIFE.

I stood in shock at what she said, Damn it why'd I have to tell them that my mom's

a doctor and she taught me things about injury's,

Kenna: Oh my god I totally forgot.

Another boy came into the room and put a first aid kit on the table.

Boy2: Ok you get to work while we sort somethings out, ok!

I just nodded my head as to say 'Yes',

Boy1: Good, come on girls the others are in the back.

They all left leaving me in the living room with an un-consious Cree-Jason.

I walked over to the table that had the first aid kit on and opend it.

I reached in and got out everything I would need:

Sissors,
Needel,
Thred,
Sanitary towels (first aid ones)
And I also grabbed a tea towel from the kitchen making sure it was clean first.

I slowly dabbed the left corner of 'Jason's head where the wound was; I'm telling

you write now it was deep and disgusting and bloody, but I had no choice but to clean ass face up.

After I cleaned the blood up I got a sanitary towel and wiped his

cut down.

As much as I wanted to wipe his cut roughly and cause him pain I couldn't,

Not because I have feeling for him, No because it's icky.

So I gentely wiped the cut down with the towel and then put it in a plastic bag that was

for used sanitary towels.

Then I threded the needel and tied a tight knot at the end of the thred making sure it would come loose,

I threded it through his scalp.

I threded in and out at a soft gentel pace making sure the cut didn't start bleeding again.

When I finished I tied another knot and grabbed the sissors cutting above the newly made knot.

Just as I was putting the sissors down I felt someones hand stop me when I looked to see who's hand it was

I noticed it was only me and Jason in the room so it must have been him.

I instantly froze when I had come to the realization of it being Jason's hand.

Jason: What are you doing?

Me: I-I-I-I was just, cle-cleaning your umm c-cut.

I stuttered out.

Jason: Oh thank you, you didn't have to.

Me: I know I didn't have to did, but I had no choice now did I.

I muttered under my breathe.

Luckyly he hadn't hear'd what I said.

Jason: What did you say?

Me: It was nothing.

Jason: Where are the guys and Kenna and Bree at?

Me: They went to the back, I think it's in the back from what I hear'd.

Jason: Oh, ok.

I was still on my knees infront of the table, and he was just laying on the couch.

I decided to clean the table up and put away everything I used; as I was doing so I could feel

Jason's eye's burning into my back, it was so uncomfortable, but I just ignored it and carried on.

After I was done I just sat on the floor near the fire as far away from Jason as possible.

Jason: Sorry for what I did.

Me: For hitting me or taking me from my home and family?

Jason: Both

He whispered.