Stitches.

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Everyone is so nice. Grell is nice even though he was annoying at times. William may have saved my life, ironic seeing how he's a reaper. Ronald was nice enough to give me a carriage ride home from his failed attempt at swooning over that girl. Then I was snapped back to reality by a mildly concerned reaper. "(f/n) you're bleeding." William sounded with... Emotion? Not really, it's William. "What?" I looked down noticing a pool of blood seeping through the right side of my stomach. Then the pain hit me like a brick in the face. "Ow..." I said putting my hand over the wound. "Well... It's not that bad or else I would have noticed it earlier." He moved closer to examine the wound. Then the carriage came to a quick halt causing william to slam his hand next to my head so he doesn't fall into me. "Knox, could it kill you to be more careful?" He said with his normal voice. "Hehe. Sorry boss." Ronald replied from the front. Will made an audible sigh and said "Honestly" We started moving again soon after. "Ouch!" I said after william had touched the spot that had hurt the most. "You may need stitching." He said sitting back in his seat. "We're almost there apply pressure to the wound until we arrive." I looked at it. It almost looked like a small knife had stabbed me. But when? I slowly placed my hand on the wound as we came to another stop. "We're here!" Ronald yelled from the front. "Great. My dad's going to kill me." I said under my breath but apparently loud enough for william to hear. "If you would like I can go with you." He replied. "Thanks... But... I'll be fine." I stepped out of the carriage only to stumble and fall on my face very 'gracefully'. "Shut up." I said after he coughed. He walked out and helped me up to carry me with my arm around his shoulder. We walked to the front of the shop that was a street away from the carriage. "Wait, you live here?" He said with a puzzled look. "Heh. You didn't know?" He shook his head in reply. We walked in to hear my dad walk into the room from the hall. "(f/n)! I'm so glad you're-" he stopped after he walked around the corner to see William and me with blood seeping through my clothes. "What happened?" He said ignoring me and looking straight at William very seriously. William proceeded to hand my dad the note that I gave him earlier. It was so silent I heard my clock from in my room. "So you didn't write the note?" He shook his head and I let go of him walking to sit on a nearby coffin. Giving a small whimper of pain. "Well thank you for your time Mr. Spears. It looks like we should get you stitched up (f/n)." William nodded and started to walk out the door. "Wait! If you didn't write it who did?" He kept walking "Ugh. You people and your secrets! Will no one tell me anything?!" I stood up yelling. I was always shy so this was very uncharacteristic of me, but I didn't care. They could see I was very mad and William had turned around to see me inches from him. He almost looked shocked. "Thank you. Now, I will see you tomorrow at the park. We will talk then and you will answer my questions." I said very demanding. He nodded his head and left the shop. "Are you alright (f/n)?" Those were the last words I heard before I passed out.

I think that was the bravest thing I had ever done.

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