Isolated. {Lams}

Chapter Twenty Five

John Pov
I'm going to be honest.
When I saw blood gushing out of Alex's arm, my first thought wasn't,
'Oh my god! I gotta help him!'

It was more along the lines of
'Holy fucking hell that is the grossest thing I've ever seen.'

And then my thought process went to helping him.

But can you blame me?
I was trying so hard not to puke while I wrapped up his arm in bandages.

There was just blood everywhere.
It got on me and I thought I was going to throw up right then and there.

But I held down my
breakfast,
lunch and
dinner
so I wouldn't make things worse then they already were.

And now that Alex's cut is all bandaged, it looks like he attempted suicide and got pretty damn close.

I saw his eyes roll back into his head a few times while I was trying to bandage him and that only gave me another reason to gag. (And have a near heart attack)

Sure, Alex is handsome but he's less handsome when he's bleeding on everything and his eyes are rolled back. But now we have a new problem on our hands.

After breaking through the vent,
(which took way too much effort and Alex coming way to close to death)

We both realized that the hole in the ceiling was tiny.

And neither of us necessarily fit into the whole 'tiny' category.

I mean, Alex is tiny for murder and I'm tiny compared to a palm trees, but when things came down to the hole in the ceiling, we were definitely bigger.

"I think I have an idea," Alex said.
"Oh no. Those are never good."
I muttered.
Alex shot me a glare.

"Do you have any hair grease?"
He asked.

"What?
No."
I replied.

He gave me..
that look.

You know the one.
The one where somebody can practically smell your bullshit.

Yeah.
That one.

"Fine, lemme get it."
I muttered, going down his bed and looking under my own.

As I got down to the floor, I noticed Alex's dry blood stained on the concrete ground.

Well that's fucking gross.

I got out hair grease and went up to his bed. "Why do you have that anyway? Your hair looks nice." He said, taking it from me.

"Whatever.
Why do you need it?"
I asked.

He looked at the ceiling, then back to me.

"Strip." He said.

"Wait, what?
You know, we've only been dating for a few wee-"

"My god, Laurens, just god damn strip then rub this greasy ass stuff on your body so you can get in the ceiling."
He said.

Oh.
So that's what he meant.

"Right.."
I muttered.

I took off my jumpsuit and started doing as he instructed.

"Damnnn." He whispered.
"Would you stop that?" I asked.
"Sorry. Can't help it." He said.

"Yes, you can. Don't you lie to me." I told him.

"I honestly don't think I can." He replied, still checking me out.