Daisy a day || Miniminter FF

Panic

| Neptune - Sleeping At Last |

Vik:

I must've been recording my latest mine craft video for at least an hour before I was interrupted by a large commotion downstairs. Opting to let keep everything running, I left my camera recording as I trotted to my door to see what was going on.

"Help!" Was that Harry's voice?

I hurriedly pulled of my headphones, dumping them on my desktop.

"Harry?" I called as a flash of Simon darted past. I leapt up from my chair, suddenly extremely confused. I hadn't seen Simon run so fast before. I jogged down the stairs after my tall friend. What was going on?

I was not expecting to see a pale Harry cradling an unconscious Lucy to his chest as he stepped through the front door.

" Jesus! What happened to her?" Simon cried, immediately rushing to Harry's side. I jumped, wincing as Harry slammed the door behind him angrily. No one liked it when Harry got into one of his moods. There was something seriously wrong here, one Harry looked incredibly pissed, and two, Lucy looked pretty much dead in his arms.

" Some crazy bitch." Harry grumbled as Simon gently took Lucy from Harry, who slammed his fist against the wall once free of his burden.

"Harry, what the hell man?" Simon exclaimed, giving Lucy a shake to try wake her up.

"Some girls just tried to knife us!" Harry yelled angrily. What? My eyes widened, and Simon looked between Lucy and Harry in shock.

"Are you alright? Is Lucy alright?"

"Did you call the police?" I interjected. That should've been one of the first steps Harry had taken.

"Not yet, and we're fine, she just fell over." Harry said, grabbing at his hair. He looked well beyond scared. Maybe he was too scared to think logically. 

"Get her to the lounge." I said, surprising myself. I barely ever took control of situations like this, but Harry was not emotionally fit, and Simon's heart would just get in the way.

"Why the fuck didn't you call the police?" Simon demanded, gently taking Lucy to the lounge.

"I didn't know what to do Simon! I was in shock!" Harry yelled back.

"Harry, just go cool of in the kitchen." I commanded. We didn't need Simon and Harry to start fighting. Harry huffed before storming into the kitchen, slamming the door behind him. The mirror on the wall rattled, threatening to fall of. This incident had really ruffled Harry's feathers. I could faintly hear something being trashed in the kitchen. It had better not be our only remaining microwave. He was making such a commotion; I was surprised Josh hadn't come downstairs yet to see what was going on.

"Why didn't he take her to the hospital?" Simon asked, resting Lucy on the couch. Her head lolled to the side, golden hair fanning out over the leather.

"He said she's just knocked out man." I replied, watching Simon try to wake Lucy up.

"We should take her to see someone!" Simon retorted, shaking Lucy's shoulder.

I started pacing up and down the room. What where you supposed to do when people went unconscious?

"I don't know any first aid." Simon swore, shaking Lucy again. It was something we all needed to learn. Lucy seemed to always be getting injured or sick, so going to a first aid course would definitely be beneficial.