Isolated. {Lams}

Chapter Twenty Nine

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Damn, I've had a strange day.

John Pov
I heard a shout, and immediately bolted out of bed. I saw Alex clutching his arm at the end of the hotel bed.

Holy shit that's the most disgusting thing I've ever fucking seen.

His blood was getting all over the hotel bed.

"Shit!" Alex shouted, trying to stop the blood.

I jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom, opening cabinets and looking for a
first aid kit,
bandaids,
bandages,
fucking anything.

I turned around and saw a first aid kit on the wall. I pulled it out of the glass and ran back to Alex.

He groaned, still grabbing his wrist. Fuck!
His blood is everywhere!
It was just gushing out of his arm like there was no tomorrow.

I gagged when his blood got on me.

I opened the first aid kit, taking out a roll of bandages and wrapping it around his arm. I gagged a few more times in the process.

Alex yelped and groaned when I had to tighten it around his wrist. He stifled a sob and I held back a gag.

"It's okay, it's okay, you're alright."
I said, pulling Alex it a hug.

He choked back a few sobs and muttered, "It hurts,"

He wasn't necessarily crying, if you don't count tears threatening to fall from someone's eyes.

"I know it does, but try to relax, Okay Alex?" I asked. He nodded and I pulled away.

I looked back at the hotel bed.
It looked like there was a fucking murder.

"Shit.."
I muttered, scanning the room.

There was blood on the carpet,
the bed,
and there was a little bit on even fucking me.

I started to rip the sheets of the bed, Alex trying his best to help. I heard the door knob shake, and then the sound of keys.

Oh fuck!
The people with this room must've gotten here!

I grabbed the blankets, and the first kit and sprinted into the bathroom, turning off the light. Alex quickly followed me.

Alex's eyes were bright in the dark. I heard the people come in.

"..where are all the blankets?"
One of them asked.

"I don't know.
Check the closet maybe?
I don't know why they would've taken the sheets though." Another replied.

Because there was Alex's blood all over them.

"Is that fuckin cool aid on the carpet?" Someone asked.

What?
No.
It's Alex's blood.

"There's no blankets in the closet."
The other said.

"Want to go downstairs and go ask about it?" One asked.

"Seems reasonable."

I heard the two walk out and shut the door. Alex and I waited for about ten seconds before grabbing the sheets and sprinting down the hall, and into the elevator.

We saw two people at the desk. Alex and I walked out, casually holding blood covered sheets.

The second we were out of the hotel, we took off like bullets.

"Alleyway!"
Alex exclaimed.

I nodded, taking a turn and sprinting into the alley. I saw a trash can and put the sheets inside of it.