nearby || c.h.

6

Bodies pressed up against one another. The heat of the dancing made sweat form on my brow. I was a few drinks in now, definitely on my way to intoxication.

I felt good, and loose, and fun. A joint got passed to me somehow and I took the fattest hit of my life because right now I didn't care about anything else.

"Daisy!" Amanda called my name from somewhere. I looked around, my eyes having to catch up with my head, before spotting her with Derek. She waved me over and I squeezed out of the crowd to get to her.

"Hey Derek," I greeted, trying not to slur my words. He waved and I noticed Amanda's lipstick was smeared and my eyes wandered over to Derek's lips. Unless he was a fan of Anastasia Beverly Hills in the shade "Dulce" just like Amanda, I doubt that was his.

I laughed at the sight and Amanda kept talking, "Bad news, Calum is here." I furrowed my eyebrows, "Pshh, whaaaaat? No..."

Amanda grabbed my arm, "Bitch I swear to god he's here, I saw him! I don't think he saw me, but it makes sense because some of his old highschool friends are here!"

I shrugged, "Whatever Amanda, he's a hypocrite if he gets mad at you for coming when he came, let loose and don't think about it! Come on let's go dance!" I squealed, pulling the lovebirds into the crowd with me.

She laughed, unable to resist and we started moving to the beat, Amanda and Derek grinding against each other. I love that for them.

Some girl with dyed orange hair came up to me and asked to dance, throwing her hands over my shoulders as we swayed our hips together in time, slowly pressing them against one another. She smelled like strawberries and I hazily looked in her blue eyes.

She spun around, pressing her back against my front, swiveling her body in all the right ways to excite me. I went to kiss her neck when I lost my footing and suddenly collapsed, right onto a side table. There was a loud crash, but the music was too loud for anyone to notice.

The girl and I both laughed hard, and she threw her head back in amusement. When she looked back down to me her face fell and she went pale, pointing to my leg, "Oh my god, oh my god you're bleeding!"

"Huh?" I looked down, not feeling anything, and sure enough there was a large gash on the side of my upper thigh, spilling out warm blood. There were a few smaller cuts around it as well as on my hands.

Suddenly my vision began to pulse and sound became muffled. Was this the alcohol or the blood loss?

The girl with the orange hair wasn't there anymore and I started to turn my head to look for her when I felt myself being picked up by someone.

I think it was a guy, or maybe just a really strong girl, but they smelled like boy. Like leather and evergreens. My eyes were fluttering open and closed as they carried me upstairs, bridal style.

My vision was blurry, and I couldn't make out who it was, but my other senses had a pretty good idea. He brought me into an empty bedroom and shut the door behind us, laying me on the bed. Suddenly, the lights were on and I squinted until my eyesight adjusted, seeing Calum standing above me.

"Don't go anywhere," he instructed as he left the room. I laughed, where the fuck was I supposed to go?

I placed my hand on the wound and I barely felt a thing. Calum came back in holding a washcloth and a white box. His eyes widened, "Daisy! Don't touch it!"

I giggled drunkenly and pulled my hand up, "There's so much blood." I wiggled my fingers and made scary ghost noises, "WooOOoOoOooo."

Calum shook his head, "You're absolutely shit faced, give me your hand."

I lazily flopped it towards him and he wiped it off with the rag, wiping my other hand down too.

"Now stay still please," he requested. I chuckled, "What if I don't?"

He took a breath in, beginning to dab my leg with the washcloth, "Then I'll have to hold you down."

I grinned, "Ooh kinky, maybe I don't want to be still on purpose..."

I bit my lip as he stopped briefly, looking up to me before continuing to dab away the blood. I shimmied slightly, "It tickles, Cal!"

I could see a reluctant smile creep across his face, "Daisy please. Does this hurt?" I laughed, "Does what hurt?"

He pursed his lips, "Okay, so that's unhelpful. You can't feel a thing can you?" I shook my head and he nodded, "I need to disinfect the wound and then examine it to see how deep it is, okay?"

I shrugged, looking up at the ceiling fan, "Whatever you gotta do...Dr. Sexy."

He cleared his throat, popping open the box that I guessed was a first aid kit. He pulled out a little packet of something and within it was a little towelette.

"Alright, Daisy, I'm gonna wipe down the cut with some alcohol, it's going to burn a bit," he warned before wiping it across my skin.

"Alcohol is my best buddy, we've gotten to know each other well tonight," I joked, trying to distract from the burning that I was beginning to feel.

I gripped Calum's shoulder, trying to cope with the pain. He set aside the towelette, "You're okay, it's done. Now I need to see how deep it is and hopefully I can bandage it here."

I looked back up to the ceiling, feeling his warm hands around my upper thigh. As awful of a situation as this was, I was so turned on.

He was lingering his fingers on my skin and I giggled, "What are you doing down there?" I waited for a response before he breathed out and muttered, "Trying not to get lost."