The Greatest Show Unearthed

The Gift

You both rushed to the hotel, both holding your wounds. You get stopped with a worried call. "Are you two alright?" Says a worried voice belonging to the young man who gave you the room key. You hold your wound tighter "We're fine-" You look closer at his name tag. "Daniel. Just a scratch." You say through a nervous laugh. "Well if you need something, don't hesitate to ask." He says.

You both run up to your room. Right when you get in f/n searches through his/her bag and pulls out a hooked needle and thread. You sit on the bed and f/n rolls a rag up and shoves it in your mouth. He/she grabs the alcohol and pours it on a rag and dabs it on your wound. You make sounds of discomfort that must have come out as funny muffled sound. After that painful expierence he/she starts stitching up the wound.

After finishing the stitching he/she dabs a new cloth with alcohol over it. He/she back away "You can take that out your mouth now." You pull out the cloth damp with your spit and drool comes out your mouth. You wipe it away as f/n goes in the bathroom and disinfects and wraps his/her hand. He/she walks back out and you walk in and wash your hands.

"Hey did you see this earlier?" F/n asks you. You dry your hands off and walk out. "What?" You see the cake that appeared on your dresser. "It's beautiful" f/n says. "Beautiful, yes. But how did it get here!? Check and see if everythings here!" You pratically scream. After checking everything you stare at the cake. "There's a note." Says f/n grabbing and reading it.

"Congratulations surviving the first day. Most people don't last longer than a day. I usually have to eat their cake. Daniel." F/n says. "Well at least we can have cake for dinner." You say while cutting two slices and handing one to f/n. "Too bad, we may not have enough to give a piece to Daniel" f/n says. Outside the door little did you know Daniel was listening.
"Looks like they got my present" he says to himself. "Don't worry yourselves loves" he takes out a vile with a thick red liquid. "I have enough to satisfy me" He says to himself again while walking around.

You both take a bite. "Doesn't the cherry sauce, I don't know...taste a little metallicy?" You ask f/n. "What is red and tastes like metal?" F/n says sarcastically. "Honestly sometimes you never use that head of yours." He/she says. Then his/her face drops into a frown when realization hits him/her. He/she runs to the bathroom and spits it out and brushes his/her teeth.

"I'm done with this crap! That crap is not cherry it's freaking blood! It tastes like metal because blood has flipping iron in it!" F/n screams. You then spit out you cake brush your teeth than just toss the whole cake away. "In the morning we are going to Denny's!" F/n says before collapsing into bed.

This is the end...of one day that is.

One day, six more to go.....