42nd Country Road

You'll be Okay

Ethan took off and Mark was poised to throw, I watched the knife slip out of his hand and I ran in front of Ethan the knife hitting me in the right shoulder. Ethan would have made it, but I was too stupid to notice that. The force knocked me back, my blood staining the wallpaper behind me. I screamed in pain.

"Mark What The Hell?!" Ethan said going up to him, striking him on the face. Jack rushed to my side grabbing the knife ready to pull it out.

"Don't pull it out," I said in a pained voice.

"I need to," Jack said. Ethan had snapped Mark out of it and they were now arguing

"Don't, please don't," I said crying

"I'm going to pull it out on three, okay?" He said

"No," I said, I was so choked up in tears

"One...Two...Three" The knife came ripping out of my shoulder. I screamed again, tears were flowing. Mark came over to me.

"Get out of here, Mark," Jack said.

"I'm sorry, that wasn't me, I promise, I-I," He was so stunned

"Mark... Mark, I'll be fine," I said out of breath, my voice raw from screaming. He ran out of the house Ethan following him. Before Mark went out of the door I told him to tell Ethan everything. He nodded then went onto the porch and started talking.

"Jack, It hurts," I said

"I know, I know," Jack said picking me up and putting me on the couch, my blood staining his shirt.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I said it in gasps

"You're going to be okay, I promise," He said, He left and came back with some old clothes. He grabbed a pair of scissors cutting the clothes into strips. He then grabbed whiskey.

"No, no, no," I said.

"You need it or it will get infected," He said. I grabbed the bottle out of his hands and took a gulp of the whiskey.

"Really?" He said

"Your turn," I said handing him the bottle. He smiled and took a swig and then poured the rest on my wound. I moaned a little biting my right thumb, leaving a teeth imprint.

"Here, squeeze my hand, you're gonna bite your thumb off if you keep on doing that," He said smiling

"Okay," I said

"Oh, shoot I need a needle," He said walking into the kitchen.

"Jack, it's not that bad," I said looking at my shoulder. Truth was, it was horrible, it was bleeding everywhere, and it hurt like hell.

"Yes it is," He said walking back into the room with a needle and thread.

"No Jack,"

"It's gonna be fine alright? You need to trust,"

"Alright,"

He stuck the needle into my skin. It hurt so bad. I closed my eyes and grabbed his hand. He could tell I was in pain. Mark and Ethan came back into the house.

"What the hell are you doing to her?!" Mark said.

"She needs stitches and the authorities don't cover the area out here," Jack replied. I opened my eyes seeing Ethan, who looked like he just seen a ghost.

"Well, Jack you are not a doctor," Mark said.

"I'm almost done," Jack said examining his work

"Ethan..." I said under my breath, "Go choose your room... up stairs,"

"Okay, are you sure?" He asked

"Ya just go, I'll call... you if I need.... You," I said these things through the intervals of pain. Ethan then headed up stairs just as Jack finished the stitches. He then wrapped the shirts around my arm and left to go wash his hands.

"That went too far," Mark said

"I know," I replied sitting up on the couch.

"You need to lay down," He said to me.

"I'm going to be fine, okay?" I said standing up. I was dizzy but I needed to act fine, for Mark and Jack AND Ethan. I headed for the stairs, and once I was out of Mark's view I let out a gasping breath. I leaned against the wall, my world so jumbled. My surroundings went black and my body hit the floor with such force I lost my breath my world faded into nothing.