Blinded In Chains -Synacky-

Chapter 16

I practically sprinted from the basement to my room, blindly making my way there as my eyes were fixed on Zacky's face the whole time.

I layed him down on my bed gently, before slowly removing his jeans and pulling the thin sheets over him. I nibbled hard on my lip, staring at him with deep concern. How could I have been this stupid, why did I let this happen!?

Stupid Brian! Stupid, stupid, stupid fucking Brian!

I ran into the bathroom, cursing as my feet slipped on the tiled floor and landed on the shards of glass that were still there from many, many hours ago. The glass pierced my skin and dug in deep, drawing blood and making me grimace in pain.

Ignoring the cuts on the soles of my feet, I threw myself at the medicine cabinet and yanked it open, not finding anything but aspirin and razorblades. I growled at myself in frustration, making a mental note to beat the shit out of myself later.

I poked my head around the bathroom door to look at Zack, noticing that the sound of his breathing, and the movement of his chest as he breathed, was absent.

I legged it to the side of the bed and frantically pressed two fingers to the side of his neck, praying for a pulse.

And there it was. Slow, and weak, but it was there.

I stood up and allowed myself to breath for a second, before my eyes returned to Zacky. It now became obvious, as I studied his face and body, what had happened.

His cheeks were thinner, his cheekbones becoming more prominent than they had been. His skin was a pasty white colour, and his eyes had sunken slightly. I looked at his chest and noticed how his tshirt seemed to hang off of him, where previously it had been quite tight around his torso. His arms were thinner, too, and it was then that my eyes zeroed in on his right wrist.

I knelt down and gingerly lifted his arm, looking closely at his wrist. It was bruised and very swollen, making me guess that it was sprained or maybe even broken. I felt my lip tremble, knowing that all this was MY fault. I'd inflicted these injuries on him, I'd made him pass out unconcious because I hadn't fed him in several days.

Stupid fucking Brian.

Not knowing what to do in this situation and having absolutely no medical knowledge whatsoever, I could do nothing but gently lay his arm down by his side and sigh deeply. I then slapped myself round the face, and hard too. I should be able to help, to do at least one thing to make sure he woke up. But the only thing I could think of was to throw a bucket of cold water all over him... and I knew it wouldn't work, so I was fucking useless.

I sat on the other side of the bed next to him, slowly running my hand through his deep black hair. I felt tears pricking the corners of my eyes, and within seconds they broke their barriers and flooded down my face, into Zacky's hair.

'I love you,' I whispered, nudging his neck with my nose. 'I love you so much and I'm so fucking sorry.'   

*

  I had been stroking his hair for over an hour, pressing kisses to his temple occaisonally and mumbling my apologies to him every few minutes.

It was then, just as I was nuzzling my head into his neck and crying at the thought of losing him, I felt his head shift to the side a little, a quiet yet utterly agonized groan spilling from his lips.

My head flew from his neck, my eyes fastening on his as I saw his eyelids flutter a few times.

'Come on, Zacky, wake up!' I begged, linking my fingers with his left and and watching eagerly as his face shifted through many different stages of pain.