Verisimilitude

Split

Ethan laid on his own kitchen table. The hard wood giving no Le-way to his tense back. His head throbbed as it rested on the hard surface.

Cold air stung his skin and his wounds as his shirt had long been cut off my Phil. The human in question was standing over Ethan, sewing up the deep wound so it wouldn't continue to bleed.

It was quiet as Phil carefully inserted the needle and pulled it painfully through the flesh. Ethan's long intakes and exhales of air were heard as white hot pain trickled done his bare, pale chest.

"I didn't think he'd do that" Ethan spoke,his voice low.

Phil nodded, cutting off the length of string, the snort snip of the scissors seemed to echo throughout the room. He tied the cord and started another stitch further down, there were only a few small places that had refused to stop bleeding.

" Tortured people can be unpredictable" Phil's flat toned voice spoke. So much emotion lined in his words, experience bleeding from them.

Ethan hissed in pain and almost jerked off the table as the needle was stabbed into him, near his belly button. He nodded, focusing on the white ceiling to try and distract himself from the pain.

" You sound like you know from experience" Ethan spoke grimly.

Phil frowned slightly as his eyes focused on cutting the cord again. His fidgety fingers struggling to knot his work.

" When Dan first came back from Jack, he was not the same" Phil spoke darkly.

Ethan stayed quiet as Phil turned his back to his for a second to grab supplies. As the human turned back to Ethan, it was seen that a small tear laid in his eyes, but didn't spill.

Phil pulled out various white bandages and set them on the table. He then pulled out gauze, placing thin layers up and down Ethan's wound.

" He stubbles through the door, at first I thought that he was drunk. But I was wrong" He said.

Ethan grimaced with pain again as the gauze was taken off, sprayed with antiseptic and applied again. The substance was killing the germs in his wound, but it hurt none the less. It felt as if it was simply burning him, creating even bigger wounds then he was gifted.

" I made the mistake of trying to touch his shoulder, that I didn't know was hurt at the same and Dan snapped".

Phil then began applying tape to the various gauze that lined the three long strands of ripped flesh. Something had to fasten them to his skin so that they didn't move.

" I didn't know he was a vampire prior to that night, but I soon found out quickly" Phil said.

Ethan looked at the man, confused as he sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the table. He let Phil wrap white bandages around his torso, occasionally sticking a piece in place with tape.

" How exactly?" Ethan asked.

Phil didn't even glance at Ethan as he began to pack up. All stayed quiet until the first aid kit was closed and put away. It was only then that Phil looked the other in the eye.

" He almost drank me dry" Phil said simply looking Ethan in the eye.

The black haired then turned to leave, for his care wasn't needed anymore. He needed space. It wasn't easy to relive the worst night of your life, much less tell it to an almost complete stranger.

" Wait!" Ethan urged.

Phil stopped, his instinct telling him to keep going.

" Did Dan ever grow out of....his spontaneous violent tendencies?" Ethan asked, his voice wavering.