Room Mates

Ch 4

Cas's POV

I woke up the next morning covered in sweat and tear-stained cheeks. I must have had a night terror. I don't usually sleep after one of them. Weird.

 I crawl out of my bed and glance at the clock. 3:07pm. Half the day is gone but I don't care because I like to sleep when I don't wake up screaming and crying but my classes don't start for a week. Also, it's a Saturday. The boys aren't up yet but they are going to have major hangovers by the looks of all the cans still scattered around the room.

I limped into the kitchen and strapped my sprained ankle before grabbing a garbage bag and started picking up all the cans. I don't drink Alcohol. It's Yuck.

"Ugh my head hurts!" complained a tired Daunte from his bed. I gave him a small smile before putting the now full trash bag in the big bin.

"No k-kidding, considering h-how much y-you guys drank l-last night," I whisper.

He groans and almost rolls off his bed.

Not too long after, the rest of the boys woke up all moaning about their hangovers. As well as the other boy whom I haven't met still. Serves them right.

I limp back to my corner of the room and grab a red button up shirt as well as some not intentionally ripped jeans. 

I slowly limped over to the bathroom and shut the door. I start the shower water and hop in.

I let out a loud hiss and a whimper as the water pounded onto a fresh gash on my shoulder.

"You Ok in there Cas?" I hear Eli ask from the other side of the door.

I nod then I remember that he can't see me. I'm stupid!

"I'm F-fine," I growl grabbing onto the shower handle as the water continues to pound into my back like salt in a wound.

I turn the water off, drying myself and putting on my clothes before walking out of the bathroom to look for the first aid bag. Asher and Josh smiled at me. It appears the boy has left.  Blake walks up and hands me a baby blue shirt and gently monitors me back into the bathroom. I put on Blake's shirt but kept the jeans on. I was planning to go down to reception and get my books so I could study and maybe head down to the library and pick out one to read. I'm a bookworm I know.

Like Eli's shirt, it was huge on me. Just past Mid-thigh. I walked out of the bathroom and over to Eli, who was playing on his phone. Despite me not even wanting to get close to any of them, ignoring Blake's intense stare on my back. 

"Is there an f-first aid k-kit here?" I asked him quietly. Eli glances up at me from his phone screen.

"Yeah, it's under the sink. Why? Are you OK?" He asks sitting up and picking up my arms and turning me around like a mother would do to a baby. I bit my lip from pain in my chest and under my arms but nodded anyway.

He stops inspecting me and gives me a weary look. He nods then goes back to his phone. 

I slip into the kitchen and grab the first aid kit before sitting on my bed with crossed legs, all the boys staring at me with concern flashing in their eyes. 

I get out some antiseptic cream and a huge white plaster that some people put on their knees when they scrap them.

I gently roll up my t-shirt and try to place some cream on the gash on my shoulder blade. WHY ARE MY ARMS SO BLOODY SHORT?!

"Need some help Cas?" I look up and see Josh standing there with a small smile on his face. I blush slightly and nod handing him the cream. 

"T-thanks," I say. Josh crawls on my bed behind me and spreads some of the ice cold cream onto the open wound. I hiss and whimper at the coldness. How is it so cold? It wasn't in the fridge! I hear Josh gasp silently.