Grayson stood there with eyes larger than the craters on the moon. "Oh my fucking god." he said stricken by the fact a bleeding Harry was clung around my shoulders barely able to lift himself up.
"Dude are you going to help me or what?" I asked alarmingly and he grabbed the other side of Harry's body and I kicked the door open making space for the three of us to fit through. By now my shirt too was stained. "Okay, let's put him in the kitchen." I suggested quickly heading towards the hall. Once we got there I slipped out of the heavy arms weighing on me and cleared the kitchen counter swiping everything off.
"Sierra, help." Grayson squealed as the weight was drowning on him as Harry's consciousness was leaving him. I grabbed his legs and we heaved him onto the table. His body was so heavy I could feel every muscle in my body work to lift him up. We got his comatose onto the counter and as Grayson pushed him on, I ran to get kitchen towels the support his head.
"Where the hell is his bleeding coming from." Grayson tried to find as now his entire shirt was almost all red and slowly leaking onto his pants. Coming up nearer to him, I manage to rip his now soggy shirt of his body. "Woah woah, PG please." he mocked.
"The bleeding is coming from here." I pointed just below his rib cage. "Get the sowing kit please!" I yelled in desperation. I put my hands over the thick blood lining the deep and endless wound. Putting as much pressure on it, I heard a soft muttering groan slip Harry's mouth.
"Sierra..." he whispered with his furled eyebrows so confused and his eyes sealed shut squinting at the possible pain running up and down his perfect figure. As he tried to lift his head up towards me, I pushed it down back on the towels gently.
"Shh... please don't move." I hushed him from using his voice. It makes me cry when he isn't the sarcastic and foolish him he always is. "It's going to be alright." I calmly spoke and kissed the top of his forehead as he just murmured a quiet "Okay..".
The moment my lips left his bruised forehead, Grayson appeared again with the roll of thread and needle in his hands. "Did you just kiss his forehead?" he said a bit starstruck at what I did.
"I'll explain later," I quipped silencing any trace of the "thing" going on between me and Harry as I refuse to call it friends for benefits. "Now please pass me things.". Grayson threaded the needle through the loop and passed it to me. I felt anxious about it and as I slipped the first thread through his soft skin it made me wince mentally.
I could see through his thin eyelids his eyes moving rapidly each time the needle passed through his skin pulling the thread along. Once both of the slashes were sown up together, here came the hardest and painful bit.
I headed to one of the glass cabinets and found the first aid kit. There was a packet of alcohol damp cotton and I soaked it in. Grayson cleaned the area with water and here came the stinging. With tweezers, I pulled it out of it's rinsing and rubbed onto the cut. "Fucking hell..." I heard him grunt trying to see to his wound.
"Grayson hold his hands down please." I asked as Harry's hands were making it's way to the slashes but Grayson stopped him just in time before he could get my hands away from him. His hands were struggling to get out of Grayson's hold and it was so hard for him to keep still. "Grayson tape him down if you have too!" I yelled as his legs began to squirm out of control and I was feeling so wary i'd poke him.
In short seconds, Grayson leaped to the cabinet and found masking tape and pushed Harry down on the table, stretching the black tape across him. The more tape Grayson got over him, the more easier it was for me. I was almost done with second cut and I pulled away to see that Harry was breathing normally now.
I pulled the tape of him and it seemed like he was resting. I sighed and stroked his messy hair backwards. Leaning back against the cabinets, I wiped the sweat of my forehead and looked at Grayson and smiled. "You actually pulled that off." he smiled at me. I nodded tired. "Oh wait, let me just clean your forehead." he offered and I reached to my forehead to feel the almost dry blood from the rock that hit me earlier. He took the water and wiped it all off.
"Grayson, we can't keep him in the kitchen." I tell him and he looks fully aware of it.
"Yeah, bring him back home." he quickly replies looking at the bummed out Harry probably deep in a heavy sleep.
"He promised me not to tell his parents." I inform Grayson who quickly responds negatively.
"But let me refresh your mind but this guy almost punched my head inwards, we aren't keeping him in this house." Grayson rushes his opinions on him. "And I don't know when you began this fling with Mr I hate everyone you better step out of my way before I kick your ass Harry."
Wait a minute, he beat Grayson up because he were being threatened to stay away from me. Well now the picture is complete. "I know, he is selfish and i'm fully aware of that." I tell Grayson before he could possibly carry on. "Don't worry, he listens to me."
"Are you even sure he has ears? He listens to no one." Grayson coldly laughs showing the Harry on the table with his arms wide.
"No one but me." I came back with. It felt quite satisfying that you have the most reckless boy in school actually listen to you. "You have every reason to despise him but I don't right now."
I've never had to seriously argue with Grayson over anything but in this case it's a seventeen year old boy on my kitchen table badly hurt. "If he is going to stay here, there are two things we need to do." Grayson announces. "We need a place to hide him from Oliver and Alexis and I need a restraining order from this guy when his eyes are open."
I laugh at his silly request but i'll go with it just to be sure. "Uh... What about the attic?" I suggest.
"Yeah sure." Grayson replies and I get near his feet. "You take legs, I take arms." we strategically plan our method of getting him up the stairs as well as the ladder. What's a challenge without a little weight?
We slid him off and I felt my arms drop slightly adjusting to the heavy weight of his body. We shuffled past the living room and up the stairs. Whilst going up the stairs my hands accidentally slip, tired. His legs fall onto the steps but he is still undisturbed and peacefully sleeping. "Sierra are you serious?" Grayson pants. I put my hands on my knees and breath for a bit.
"Okay, lets keep going." we made our way up the stairs and I pulled the attic ladder down. The process of moving him 90 degrees up involved Grayson pushing him up and me pulling him into the room.
Grayson climbed in along with me and we put Harry on my old couch. It was small which made his legs dangle from the side. As I put pillows under his head and a blanket to shield his harmed body, Grayson started the generator for the attic and the bulbs dangling from above illuminated the room in different colours. "This should be fine for him." I admired our work on taking care of him.
"Yeah, come on. We still had our grocery shopping deal." he grins and we make our way downstairs and out the front door.
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