"You can feel the light start to tremble
Washing what you know out to sea
You can see your life out of window, tonight"Listen to If I Lose Myself by OneRepublic
"Ping!" the ear-piercing crash resounded throughout the dorm. I winced and cursed. A wet trail of water was staining the previously light grey fraying threads of the carpet, allowing it take on a deeper shade upon its absorption. Droplets of water splattered everywhere on my laptop which was conveniently placed right smack in front the disaster area.
I dropped onto my knees, and the intermittent headache returned in full force. Pressing on my head with the heel of my palm, I blinked rapidly. The wet carpet was now reduced to a fogged image of grey. Placing my hand on the empty space available, I tried balancing myself to prevent from falling over.
Knock! Knock! Someone just has to come at this ill-timed situation. Stumbling towards the door, I fumbled helplessly for the knob.
"Hey, Karlie, uh, wow! You alright, there?"
So it was Covson.
"Holy shit, you're bleeding!" he cried. I could vaguely discern what he was saying as my headache was worsening by the minute with his loud voice ringing beside my ears. I was trying to connect the dots. He had said something about bleeding. What bleeding?
"Here, have some aspirin," he guided me to a seat, and popped the pills into my mouth, holding the cup of water up for me. Within minutes, it took effect and my headache subsided. Covson, on the other hand, was kneeling before me, straddling my hand.
"What are you ..." my words trailed off. My hand was bleeding! Goodness gracious! How did that go beyond my notice? Splinters of glass were embedded in my left arm. The pain was somehow numb and I could feel nothing. Contrary to my senses, blood trickling from the deep cut, flowing between my fingers suggested otherwise. My originally white lace shorts was a bloody mess, its bright red colour darkening as drops of blood fell rhythmically. I wonder how much blood that was.
"This may hurt a lot, just hang on," Covson put on his soothing voice, casting me a look of concern. In his hands held a pair of tweezers. He scrunched his eyebrows in concentration and picked out the splinters with extra care and caution.
I bit into my lip and suppressed my scream. A shooting pain coursed through my entire left arm, down to my fingertips. He then cleaned the wound, before bandaging it.
"Thanks," a word of immense gratitude escaped my lips.
"Are you okay?" he knew it was a rhetorical question. I bit my lips, and looked down at the bandage. From my peripheral vision, I could see that he was staring hard at me. Upon my stubborn refusal to speak, he sighed and got back on his feet. He returned to the first-aid kit to its rightful position and hunted for a towel, wrapped it around his hand, picking up the shards of glass.
"Hey, this is not your job to do, stop it, Covson, you've done enough," my voice sounded harsher than I intended.
"Let me do something in the least! You're clearly not fine. This sounds absurd coming from someone you've known for barely a week. But from the eyes of an outsider, it can't be more obvious that you aren't happy. You bottle everything up in your chest and whatever it is that you are going through is taking a toll in your health! Look at the state you are in now! You haven't even realized you cut yourself until I came and fixed it. Good god, imagine that amount of blood you would have lost! And what about your family? Do you even freaking have a single kin here? Who's going to take care of you when you finally collapse one day fr-fr-from the burden you are shouldering?" he finished his words and puffed out one huge breath.
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Lost and Found
Teen FictionThe moment of truth is finally revealed. As she let the now stranger's words sink into her head, she is sent into a state of confusion and emotional turmoil. Determined to unveil the consequential, grave truth behind the entirety of the seventeen y...