I Have Faith In Ye

How'd you know?

Well. Now I'm lyin' on the cold hard ground.

You know what that means now. You feel woozy and try to stand up and see David fighting someone and then someone scoops you up in their arms. "David we have to go! Now!!"

He swung one last time and darted after everyone.

You were set in the backseat of your car and you noticed a tall figure grab your keys and pull out of the lot.

Tyler's car pulls out after yours, but Tyler wasn't driving. It was Craig. Craig was yelling you could tell.

You sit up and feel instantaneously nauseous. "Wha-"

Tyler was driving. You could tell now. "(Y/N), okay. Calm down. Everything's fine."

"But-"

"Don't worry about anything. Okay? Just relax."

You climb into the front seat, even though your entire body felt like it was engulfed in flames.

"Goddammit. Can't you sit still!"

You sigh. "Where-"

"I said not to worry. I've got this."

He drove back to your apartment and helped you up the stairs.

"Tyler. Tyler." You said tugging his sleeve. "Where's everyone else."

"They are going to be a few more minutes. Just calm down."

He opened the door and walked you to the couch.

Liam came running out wagging his tail. He sat down and watched Tyler grab wet rags and alcohol.

"Listen. (Y/N), this is gonna hurt like a bitch." he quickly ran to the kitchen and brought back a towel and started to roll it up.

"Tyler?"

He raised an eyebrow and looked down. "Yeah?"

"How come you aren't trashed like I am?"

He chuckled. "Well, think about it like this, if you were gonna face off with someone, would you want that someone to have a loaded shotgun?"

You smile a bit. "That actually makes sense."

You stop when you hear footsteps.

"Ty-" you grab his hand tightly.

"Woah chill." he loosened your grip. "It's just them. I think."

That didn't reassure you at all.

"I can't fookin-" the door opened. Brian ran in "Oh thank god! You're okay. When Tyler ran you out I thought something bad happened."

"Something bad did happen." Tyler cut in.

"What-" you get cut off by a hug from Brian.

"Everyone's fine."

"But what happened? What's bad?"

Tyler sighed. "Let's just say, you need cleaned up."

"But-"

Brian nodded. "Okay."

You tried to object but Tyler handed Brian the rolled towel and Brian told you to 'open wide.'

He set the towel in your mouth and you clamped it shut as Tyler poured alcohol on a rag, and laid it on the large gash on your forehead.

You scream through the towel as the door opens again. You grab and tightly squeeze Brian's hand.