A Foreign Touch

Stay There! {13}

                                Matt's POV

     We both walk up to his bathroom on order to clean up his head. I sit him down on the toilet seat while I look for something to cover up that monstrosity. I remember taking a class in sixth grade about first aid. Going through the check list in my head, I remember that I should always wash my hands. I am always over cautious about this type of thing.

     Hands clean?

     Check. Next?

     Now I need to look for the supplies, I guess. If I remember correctly, I need gauze, medical tape, and water. I hope that's right...

     First I wad up some toilet paper and run it under the faucet. I then hand it to him.

     "Here, put this on your cut. Press down so the blood can clot," I instruct. He nods in obedience.

     Alright, now let's look for gauze and medical tape.

     I begin to rummage through the medicine cabinet, searching for the things I need.

     Wait, is he in any pain? Oh god, I hope not...

     "Hey, Ry?" I question.

     "Mmhmm?" he hums in reply.

     "Um, are you in any pain? I mean, I can give you Acetaminophen to help."

     "Uh, no I think I should be good. It honestly feels numb," he chuckles. I nod and continue looking for gauze and medical tape. I move some bottles of Ibuprofen and Neosporin and, ah yes, finally! I found some medical tape. I set it on the side of the sink. But still no sign of gauze... hmmm... where the hell would it be?

     "Hey, Ry?" I say for the second time.

     "Yes, Matt?"

     "Um, do you, by any chance, know where some gauze would be?"

     "Oh, yeah, hold on," he began to get up.

     "Nonono, stay sitting down! Don't move. Just-tell me where it is..." I rush.

     "It's, uh, it's under the sink in a little white container, I think." I open the cabinet doors under the sink and eye it for the white container. Ah, there it is. Behind some shampoo and lotion hid a rectangular white box. I grabbed the box and set it on the sink-sill. In the box there was small bandages, vet wrap, small packets of antiseptic cream, safety pins, and finally, gauze. I take out the roll of gauze and glance up at Ryan who is anxiously bouncing his leg while he waits. I give him a small smile and he returns the favor.

     "Alrighty, um, you can take your hand off your head now..." I say as I begin to unroll the gauze. He does as he is told and tosses the bloodied material in the trash. "Hey, if this starts to hurt, please tell me. I would hate to hurt you more than you clearly are, haha."

     "Um, yeah, okay," he nods.

     I begin to cut the gauze into little squares and place them on his head. He winced in pain and I immediately back away, hands held up.

     "Oh my God, I am so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you!"

     "No, it's fine, dude. I gotta stop being such a pussy. Uh, just -just continue what you were doing. I'll be okay."

     I finish dressing Ryan's wounds with little to no complications. I stand back and admire this beauty. Er... when I say that I mean the wrappings. Not Ryan. The wrappings. Uh, anyways, I was proud that I could remember how to do it properly.

     I offer a hand to Ryan which he accepts, standing up as well.

     "That wasn't too bad," he sighed, looking at his reflection in the mirror.

     "Right?" I agree, "You should probably get some clothes, though."

     "Ah, right," he nods and opens the bathroom door, walking down the hall. I trail behind. He pulls a duffle bag out from under his messy bed and tosses it onto the wrinkled duvet. He picks up some clothes off the floor, pulls a pair of socks out from under his bed, and then grabs some CDs from his bedside table, simultaneously shoving them into the bag. He looks around the room for a second and then his face lights up as he snaps his fingers, running out of his room.

     "I'll be right back! Stay there!" he hollered from down the hallway. I turn around and begin to straighten out the bed sheets to make it look moderately presentable. Not sure why, I just felt the need. I heard some rustling and clattering of cables and then it went quiet. A few seconds later he came back into the room with his arms full of Xbox games and his Xbox.

     "I don't know, I thought it would be fun," he smiled, looking down.

     "Uh, yeah! That'll be fun!" I fumble with my words, "Do you have everything you need?"

     "Yeah, I think so. My book bag is downstairs along with my coat," he replied, shoving the games and console into his bag. I laugh as he struggles to close it.

     He finally gets it to close and we start walking down the stairs to gather the rest of his stuff. He grabs his book bag and his coat. He opens the door but before he steps outside he takes one last glance at his dad.

                    A/N: heyo sorry i took forever to come out (like me) but ive been busy and a lot of shit happened yaddayadda writers block. ill try to update more often, i think i just cornered myself, ya know? anyways, thank you for reading, ill probably update again before i start school (9/5/17) buh byeeeeeeeeeeeee!