The Carter Family Screw Up [Carter Brothers - Book 2]

Seven - "Do not tell anyone."

My eyelids slowly lifted themselves up and the first thing I noticed was the it was dark . I reached over to turn on my lamp and picked up my phone. 11:48pm. I slept all day?! He wasn't kidding about those pills.

My stomach made itself known, having not been fed since breakfast. I grabbed a hoodie to put on and quietly went downstairs - everyone was obviously in bed, it being so late. I walked into the kitchen so see plastic lunchbox on tbe counter with a note on top.

"Maggie, I thought you'd be hungry when you woke up so I made you some pancakes. I hope you feel better xx"

Best. Aunt. Ever.

I took a fork from the drawer and took my pancakes up to my room to eat. I practically inhaled them but I was still hungry. I got up from my bed but before I made it to my door, there was a tapping sound coming from my window.

What is that?

I slowly walked over to my window and moved a small part of one of the drapes to the side, to peek through.

What the hell?!

I opened the drapes fully to see Tattoo boy standing at his window, with more blood on him than before, dropping from a cut near his eyebrow and a hockey stick in his hand that he was using to tap my window.

"What are you doing?" I whisper yelled across to him. "And what happened to you? Are you okay?"

"I need you... I need you to.... I can't reach the cuts on my back so..."

Was he asking for my help? Oh this is fantastic!

"Are you asking for my help, tattoo boy?" I teased.

"My name is Daniel. And are you coming over or not?" He barked through gritted teeth.

"Hmm I don't know. I mean you havnt actually asked me properly, yet, not to mention the fact you still havnt said thank you for me taking care of you yesterday." I said, crossing my arms.

"Just forget it!" He yelled, about to close his window. Okay that's enough teasing him.

"Okay, okay. I'm coming. Hold on." I opened my window fully and climbed out and into his room.

"What do you need me to do?" I asked. He turned around to show me the 3 cuts he had on the top of his back, between his shoulders.

"Eesh. Okay... uh, sit on the bed." I told him and surprisingly he did it without arguing. He handed me the backpack from the floor - the one that contained the medical equipment and I took out what I needed, before positioning myself behind him on the bed.

"Make sure you clean them with antiseptic, first." He said.

"I know."

"And make sure you-"

"I know what I'm doing, Daniel." I told him, as I put on some gloves and inspected his wounds. "My parents are volunteers in the Red Cross; they taught me basic medical care in case I ever needed it."

I put the antiseptic onto this back and his body stiffened as he winced in pain.

"Sorry." I said, as I started to clean the area around the cuts.

"So are you going to tell me how you're getting all these injuries?" I asked.

No response.

In no time at all, they were cleaned and taped up and I removed the gloves.

"That should do it." I said and he stood up to inspect my work in his mirror. He made a 'not bad' face and I smiled to myself. "If you need them changed, just let me know"