The Runaway

Elora

"Alright no police or doctors. You do realize I have to stitch this myself then? It's going to hurt like hell." Seán said. Just then Mark walked in with lots of towels.

"Well then what are you waiting for? Lets do this thing." I told him.

  He shook his head and walked into another room. "Please tell me he's not stitching you up? I'm not sure I can be in here for that." Mark looked like he was going to puke at the thought.

  "It's ok Mark you can go to another room. This isn't going to be pretty." I patted his hand to tell him it was ok to go. He looked so grateful to be able to leave. I wished I could just leave. Maybe I should just leave. I can hide somewhere until I bleed out. My father couldn't use me for his plans then. Mark and Seán wouldn't have to risk their lives for me. I think that's what I'll do. I started to get up. I put a towel on the wound to help some until I was far enough away. Mark had went upstairs already and I had no clues where Seán was. I had to be quick.

I was almost to the back door when Seán caught me. I didn't realize he was behind me. He just picked me up the same way Mark had like it was nothing. He was a lot skinnier than Mark so it shocked me. He had sat some stuff on a towel on his coffee table. He had also laid a few towels down on the couch on top of each other. He laid me down on them. He looked rather irritated. Was it because he had to stitch me up or because I tried to leave. I'm gonna go with the me leaving.

"So I have some jack here to help you. I have some stuff to clean the wound and stuff to stitch it. Drink some of the jack first. It'll help trust me." Seán said rather well I'm not sure how to describe it. It was like he was mad and hurt all in one.

"Have you done this before?" I coughed out after I took a drink. It didn't taste bad at all. I had never had this before. Father only let me drink red wine at social gatherings. This tasted so much better. The only problem was it burned going down.

"Drink more. No I haven't done this before. I do know how to sew though and I've watched lots of TV shows with this in it. Plus I've play lots of video games as well that have had this in it so I get the idea." He still sounded irritated.

I took a few big drink. My head felt funny afterwards. I think I was getting drunk. I'm 25 and have never been drunk. It was looked down upon for a woman of my status to be drunk.

  "You can slow down now. Just take a drink if you start feeling the pain more than what you already do." Seriously dude. Why are you so grumpy.

  "Seán why are you mad at meeeee?" Yep I'm drunk. Before he answered though I felt him cleaning the wound and shit that burns! He hadn't actually touched my skin yet. I felt his hands pulling the wound close and my skin tingled wherever he touched. I barely felt the needle go in. I was to curious about this new feeling. I've never had my skin tingle from a mans touch. Maybe it was the alcohol?

  "I'm not mad. Just upset you tried to leave. You need help. I get you're probably not used to people being nice or helping out of the goodness of their hearts. That doesn't mean you just leave when you find people willing to help. Why are you looking at me like that?" He had looked up for a second to see my reaction. I was still looking at him in awe. One from what he said. And two from the touch thing.

  "Well I tried to leave so I could just go hide somewhere until I bled out and died. I shouldn't have came here. My jerk of a dad will just hunt me down for the rest of his life. I am so grateful that you and markimoo are willing to help but I'm not your guys problem." By the time I was done talking he was done stitching me up. He was putting a big bandage on it now.

  He looked sad which made me sad. "Please don't ever say anything like that ever again. No one deserves to die alone. And no one deserves to die young." He looked like he was going to cry.

  "Shhh it's ok Seán. I don't wanna die anymore. You're right. You and Mark are good peoples. Imma just stick with you guys until I figure this out. But first I think I need to clean up some. I stink and my clothes are icky."

  Seán just chuckled. He told me not to get the bandage wet. So I just took a washcloth and wiped myself off the best I could. Seán let me borrow a shirt because both of mine are no good now. I was sleepy. I went downstairs to where Mark and Seàn were eating food in the kitchen.

  "That smell delicious! Can I have some?" It looks like some kind of soup. Seán sat me down beside him and made me a bowl. I took I bite and recognized the taste. "Oh I know what this is. My grandmother made this all the time. She would tell me it was a soup from home and that was it. She always made this when I was sick or feeling down." I felt a tear slide down my cheek. I felt Seán wipe the tear away. I gave a small smile but could feel I was blushing. Just then someone knocked on the door rather loudly.

A/N: Just wanted to let everyone know I'm not doing a lot of chapters from Seán aka Jacksepticeyes point of view. I'm thinking of doing another story in his point of view but I'm not sure yet. Let me know what you think!
Later loves!