Trouble

Let The Bodies Hit The Floor

"W- wait... The guys? As in the rest of All Time Low? As in Zack, Rian, and Jack? Why them?" I stutter. "I just feel like killing them. They worked with Alex. In a way, they betrayed both of us by working with him... You know?" she smirks, crossing her arms over her chest. I think for a moment. "Yeah, they did... Didn't they..? Yeah, okay, let the bodies hit the floor." I answer slowly at the beginning and smirking at the end. Her smirk grows as she nods. I steal a glance at Jaime, seeing him standing there with his jaw practically touching the floor. Jesse turns to see what I'm staring at and just looks at him. "What the FUCK just happened?! You asked HER of all people to be your partner in crime?! What the actual fuck!!" Jaime raises his voices at Jesse. "Don't fucking talk to her like that, or you'll be next." I threatened, holding the knife up. "I'd like to see you try, Miss Priss." he smirks back. "Both of you shut the fuck up or I'll decapitate you and hang your heads over my fireplace." Jesse says, eerily calm. I put my hands up in surrender and Jaime does the same, his eyes growing wide which causes Jesse to laugh loudly.  "So uh, are either of you going to do anything about your stab wounds?" Jaime asks, directing it more towards Jesse though. "Well, I think because they are so deep we should stitch them up so they don't get infected." I suggest. "I don't need it stitched up." Jesse says, but walks into the bathroom to get the stuff anyways. I chuckle silently to myself. She walks back out and leads us to the living room. "You stitch me and I stitch you?" she suggests, handing me the needle and thread stuff and a bottle of rubbing alcohol to clean it with. She also hands me a washcloth and then removes her shirt. I take the stuff from her and watch as she lays down on the couch, face down so I could access the wound more easily. I opened the bottle of rubbing alcohol and dump some on the washcloth. I press the cloth to the wound on her back, the blood flow now staunched. She winces and I apologize. I motion for Jaime to hold the cloth on there while I thread the needle. "Are you ready? I'm going to start stitching it up." I say as Jaime takes the cloth off. She nods and I stitch it up as quickly as I can. "Okay, all done. My turn to be stitched up." I say as she sits up, the Chinese dragon on her back moving with every movement she makes. I remove my pants and rewet the washcloth, pressing it to the wound in my thigh. I wince as I feel the alcohol starting to take its effect, the sizzling noise making me wince more than the stinging of it. Jesse gently removes the cloth once the sizzling noise dies down and threads a fresh needle. "I'm ready." I say her, bracing myself. She nods once briskly and plunges the needle into my leg, slowly but surely stitching the wound up. Once she was done, I sat back up. "That was a lot more painful than I thought it would be." I say, smiling a tiny bit. Jesse nods and stands up. "I'm gonna go shower." she announces and walks away into the bathroom leaving Jaime and I all alone. "So, uh, you aren't as bad as I originally thought.." he tells me quietly. "Uh, thanks, I think." I say, smiling a bit. He smiles back and sits down next to me. "Do you need new clothes?" he asks, a hint of concern in his voice. I nod gratefully. "I'll go get you one of my long t-shirts. I'll be right back." he says, standing up and walking back down the hallway. Well, that's a new discovery, Jaime isn't a complete asshole..