Scarlet

My eyes fly open. I see Rob sitting next to me, looking worried. His eyebrows are scrunched together, and he looks so handsome like that. No he doesn't. You love him like a brother. I tell myself. But I know that's a lie. A total, complete lie.

"Scar, what was your dream about?"

I can't tell him. I can't. He might figure out a lot of things that I don't want him to figure out. I decide to tell him a little bit, but none of the I love you bits.

"Well...I had a dream that you had been caught and tortured, and were about to be executed. I got you out, and there was a big fight. That's it. Nothing else."

Well that's partly true. Note the partly.

I can tell that he doesn't fully believe me, and I suddenly worry. Hopefully I didn't sleep talk, I'd be fucked.
"Rob? Did I umm.....sleep talk or anything?" I nervously ask him.

Robs POV
Rob? Did I umm...sleep talk or anything?" She asks me.

How do I answer this?

The truth is, yes she did. I heard her screaming for me to run, saying my life is worth 12 of hers, which is so not true. I don't understand why she seems to have such a low opinion of herself.

Anyway, I should answer her.

In a split second, I decide to tell her no.

And yes, I do realize that lieing to her about this could possibly mean I have a death wish. Although she tends to lie a lot, she is an excellent lier and is very good at telling when someone is lying.

While that skill has come in handy, it might work against me right now.

"No, you didn't. You did like throw a knife You did the arm thing, but you didn't say anything."

I see her kinda sigh in relief, and I wonder what she didn't tell me about her dream. At the time when she told me, I knew she was hiding something, I just didn't and still don't know what. That's what I want to know.

Also??

How did she not notice that I just lied to her?

Scarlets POV

"No, you didn't."

That's all I hear. I don't hear the last bit. I only care about the fact that I didn't say anything. I would've been horrified if I'd said anything. Its a slight sigh of relief that escapes out my mouth before I can stop it.

I begin to feel a bit woozy, and the cave and Rob is kinda spinning.

I see him glance at me quick, maybe to see if is pain that caused my gasp.

He raises his eyebrows at my gasp, but doesn't say anything.

I can feel his eyes on my side, and I glance down. Oh damn it. This is bad.

Let's just say that you can't see the original colour of my shirt. This just might drain why I feel woozy and dizzy. This just might explain why I'm seeing a blurry Rob.

He reaches for my shirt, and pulls it up to my waist, where the cut is. The bandage is soaked through.

That's how much blood is on my shirt. It has turned from brown to red. Just wonderful.

"Lay down, I have to change your bandage. It's soaked through."

I just nod in response, and I lay down and close my eyes. I feel his gentle fingers undo my bandage, and I hear him mutter a few curses. I hear my bandage being undone, then feel cool air on it. Rob comes back with a bottle and linen. Oh crap.

"Scar, I'm going to clean it out again."

Whatever.

"Go ahead." I tell him, knowing that this will hurt like hell.

But, I've learned that pain can be a good tool. It can take your mind off of your problems. It can distract you. But, hurting just because is stupid. What if you hurt your self intentionally, and then you have to fight with a bloody wrist? I don't see how that will or could be helpful, ever.

But an accidental cut or scrape can be good. Takes your mind off things.

And, of course, there's one more reason why I can't self harm.

The people need me. I can't help them, not fully, when I have bloody wrists, done by my own choice.

THAT is the main reason why I can't and won't self harm.

I just focus on the pain, and sure enough, I feel better. But only for a second. Then all my problems come back.

I mutter out a curse as the burning feeling from the medicine starts, and then I feel Robs warm, gentle hands wrap my side back up, then pull down my shirt. I relax all my muscles, not realizing that they were tense.

"When will the stitches be able to come out?" I ask.

"Depends on how your cut is. If you don't do anything straining on it, about a week. If you do things staring, pop a stitch, etc, then it will be more painful ans take longer."

Guess that means anything remotely interesting is out. Bloody Hell, this is going to be a long week.

A/N Hey guys!! Sorry it's been a long wait, I haven't had much writing time. Sorry if the ending doesn't make sense, it's getting late and I have a headache and am half asleep. So, I'm thinking about doing Rob next. Any one you'd like to see POV come up? If any of you cut, used to, or are trying to stop, I hope that this is not triggering. If it is, please let me know and I will edit or take it out. Thank you for waiting!!

~Scarlet~