Dark 2

8 : Ghost Hunting

"Don't test me Horan." I said, packing up my bag for the first day of my second year at Houston.

"Please? Aren't you still over with it?" He asked.

"No, no I'm not." I said, leaning down to open my bandage. "Pass me those tissues and fresh bandages."

"Shouldn't you like wash your leg after you open it, before you wrap it up again?" He asked.

"I don't know about that." I said. "Could you check out with Rigel?"

"That's what he said." He said. "Wash it mildly with warm water, dry it off, and then wrap up again."

"And the stiches on my forehead?" I asked. "The same with that?"

"Um, yes." He said, going through his phone. "Actually, he said that would be all healed, and all that would be left is a mark. Open it up and see."

"Wait." I said, slowly reaching for the back of my head to find a spot to start opening. "A little help?"

"Ah, I think you'll have to cut it out. That looks really complicated." He said, examining my bandage. "Hold still."

"Don't cut my hair along with the bandage." I said, holding onto his hand.

"Chillax. I just need an opening. After that, I can open it up myself." He said, slowly cutting the bandage from a side, and started opening up the bandage with his hand. There was a little blood in his hands, but after he removed it completely, I felt like a huge burden had been lifted off my head.

"I feel a lot more lighter now." I said.

"He was right. All that's left is a mark. Do you really need a bandage for that?" He asked.

"Um, it doesn't hurt at all. Yea, just put on a small bandage, you know, the ones you use for small minor cuts. That small plastic one." I said, rubbing my forehead.

"Searching." He said, looking in my closet. "Hey, what will Abel do here without the two of us?"

"Mom, could you come upstairs for a minute?" I yelled.

"Here." He said, putting the bandage on my forehead, and securing it firmly. "Now with your leg."

"What is it?" She came in running.

"It's about Abel. How will he do here without us?" I asked.

"Oh he'll be fine. He actually likes me now. Well, not completely, but yea, I think I can manage him." She said. "Get ready soon. We're leaving in fifteen minutes. Oh Niall, you've still got some bread crumbles near your lips."

He reached for it, and brushed it off. He sat down beside me leg, kept it on his lap and said "Don't move." He started removing the bandage."

"I don't see why is there so much of bandage for a twisted ankle." He said, almost done with it.

"Oh, it's all gone. I can freely move my legs now." I said, getting up immediately. "I don't think I'll need a bandage to cover this up."

"Doesn't it hurt at all?" He asked, getting up. "Let's go then."

I was so happy I could finally walk on my own. I felt like I lost a couple of pounds after removing the bandage. Seriously, there was so much of it. I ran downstairs, while Niall was still discarding the bandages.

"Oh, you're alright now. Good to go?" She asked.

"Yep." I said, watching Niall run down the stairs. "Abel's coming along with us, right?"