I don't want to feel

Chapter 35

Kane was leaning against the wall with several bags at his feet, and from the look of it, he was in pretty bad shape. I couldn’t see his face clearly so I got closer.

Tears were streaming down his face which was covered in bruises and cuts. I looked down and noticed several brownish stains on his grey shirt.

“Are these knife wounds?” I asked him.

However, getting no answer, I shyly pulled the bottom of his shirt up and gasped.

“What the fuck, Kane?!” Martin cried out.

I turned around and sent him a pointed look for him to shut up.

“I can’t shut up, Sam! The person who did that to him is a proper sicko!”

I snapped.

“SHUT UP, will you? Go and make sure Danny doesn’t come out of my room.”

He scoffed but finally left the room, shaking his head angrily.

“I think you need to go to the hospital, Kane. Your cuts are pretty deep and they might get infected…”

“Please…” He begged me, his voice sounded as broken as his body. “I can’t… Last time, they said they would call social services… I’ll be eighteen in six months’ time…”

I sighed.

“Ok… Can you walk?”

He nodded.

I opened a cupboard and took out the first-aid kit. I then grabbed a few of his bags, and led him to the en-suite guest room at the back of the house.

On top of a small bathroom with a shower and toilet, it had a double bed, a desk and a big wardrobe. There was also a French window leading to the back wooden deck.

I put his bags on the floor and said.

“I’ll be back in a minute. I need to get the rest of your bags and some towels.”

He nodded.

When I came back, he was staring into space through the window.

I placed several towels on the bed.

“Kane?” He turned around and faced me.

"I need you to take your clothes off so that I can have access to all your injuries."

He didn’t ask any questions and started undressing slowly, his jaw tightly clenched from the pain.

Once he was done, I motioned for him to sit on the bed.

I took a deep breath.

Ok, Let’s go!

After putting on a pair of sterile gloves, I disinfected the smaller cuts and protected them with plasters.

I then gently applied a soothing gel on the huge bruises on his back, and on the smaller ones on his face.

Let’s have a look at these ugly cuts, now.

Four of them had already stopped bleeding. I started with them.

I lightly pressed a finger on each to check how deep they were, and was pretty relieved to see that they were superficial, and wouldn’t need any stitches.

 I still made sure to disinfect them thoroughly before dressing them with some sterile gauze, and covering them with extra-large plasters.

I was left with two really nasty gushes across his chest.