Paralysed By Choices ✔️

Chapter eighteen: You Don't Have To Remind Me That I Got Beaten Up By A Girl!

We quietly made our way to the bathroom on the floor. It was quiet; no shots had been fired in the last half hour and all I saw outside the windows were red and blue flashing lights. Noah left with my phone so I couldn't contact my dad. He was probably outside those gates being stubborn as hell.

Once we entered the bathroom, I rummaged around the cabinets to find any first aid kits or a supply box. I needed to fix Jason and get him well enough to travel. "Geez, Maggie did a number on you." I said to him as he jumped up onto the counter just as I found a huge first aid box; I smiled at my findings.

Spencer stood by the door, keeping guard as I opened the box and find small bottles of alcohol with some pads. I was surprised at what kind of things they put in first aid boxes. Jason glared at me as I handed him one bottle for him to drink for the pain. "You don't have to remind me that I got beaten up by a girl!"

I giggled while looking up at the long, bloodied cut on his forehead. "You might want to drink that." I gestured towards the small bottle that I gave him.

"You don't have to tell me twice." He took the cap off and took a small sip before I began.

Spencer scoffed. "And why don't I get some?"

I rolled my eyes and turned around with my arms crossed. "Well, do you have a big cut on your forehead?" I turned around back to Jason and opened the second bottle and put a few splashes onto the pad before applying it. "This might sting."

Jason nodded as I dapper a little on the cut; he flinched and squirmed in his place. I finished wiping away the dried up blood and rummaged through the box for a needle and thread. I smiled happily as that was inside too. "Oh, no you don't!" Jason moved away from me and jumped off the counter. "Get away from me with that thing!"

I threaded the needle and tied it up securely before meeting my gaze with Jason's. "An open wound like that can get infected. This needs to be stitched up, I'll be quick." I gave him a reassuring smile and looked at Spencer through the mirror. He leaned against the locked door with his arms crossed, I handed Spencer the left over alcohol I was using for Jason.

He happily took it and finished the entire thing in a matter of seconds. "Seriously, Lexie. I'm fine!" Jason said with a fake smile.

I used all of my force to get him back on the bathroom counter. I held his shoulders firmly and looked him in the eyes, "I swear I will open that wound even more if you don't sit still and let me do this." I gave him an evil look as Spencer chuckled, making me angrier. Jason nodded and finished off the alcohol and chucked it in the sink, it made a clunk sound and I sighed as I looked at the cleaned up cut on his forehead. "Okay, this will only take a minute if you sit still and shut up."

He nodded and I placed the needle on his skin and began sewing it up. Jason squirmed and screamed, I tried to shut him up just in case anyone was roaming the halls looking for someone to kill. Spencer looked worried as I continued to go along the cut, sewing it up as I go. Jason's eyes began to water and tear slipped down his cheek just as I finished up and quickly located the scissors to cut the thread. Jason quickly wiped away the tear as I put everything away. "Don't tell Norrie." He said in a whisper as he jumped off the counter and analysed the stitch in the mirror.

"I won't." I said to him with a reassuring smile before we heard creaks in the floorboards coming from the corridors.

Everyone froze and I quickly took out my gun and checked that it was fully loaded. "I think someone's out there." Jason said in a whisper.

My eyes turned to him and he looked at me, almost shaking. "Do you wanna check?" I said in a perky voice, my sarcasm showing.

"Hell no!" He said while moving closer to the sinks. "But, maybe you should since you have the gun."