Cashby // one mistake

Chapter Four

Alan's P.O.V.

I'm okay. My knee is just bleeding out on to my hand. I'm fine, yes. I just need a band-aid. I avoided eye contact with everybody on the bus, Aaron still on his phone. Phil and Austin sat down on the couch, watching some TV show.

They don't care, that's okay. I just need a band-aid. Not the attention. I made my way to the kitchen, opening several different drawers with my free hand.

Once I felt the trickeling of blood over my hand, I decided to sit down. Lets see how big this really is. Swallowing, I slowly took my hand from the stinging wound. Shit. I didn't even realize it was dripping down my leg.

"Alan? You okay over there?" Tino came out of the bathroom, and I heard some conversation. Tino was probably telling Aaron that I fell.

My eyes traveled back to the wound, watching the blood continouisly spill all over the floor. "I need to clean this mess up."

I grabbed a paper towel from the table and started wiping the floor, trying my best not to move.

"Alan?" Austin walked in to the kitchen, his eyes widening. "Alan you shouldn't be bleeding this much from falling off a skateboard!"

"Yeah...I don't know." My voice cracked. "I guess the street was a bit rough.."

"Let me help." Austin cleaned up the blood from the floor. I just watched him, frustrated.

"What do I do?"

"Just hold on." Austin left the kitchen real quick, then came back and opened a few drawers, pulling out a band-aid. He turned back to me. "Can you walk?"

I shrugged, standing up. Austin lended me his shoulder but he practically carried me through the tour bus.

"Alan, are you okay?" Phil asked from the couch. They must've all taken notice of me being carried by Austin.

"He's fine." Austin answered for me, dropping me off in the bathroom next to the shower.

"Okay soooo you can wash that off and then apply this bandaid to the wound." Austin patted me on the head. I just nodded, sighing.

Austin's P.O.V.

I left Alan in the bathroom, washing my hands off in the kitchen before returning to the guys. When they saw me they all stopped laughing at whatever they were laughing at.

"Uhm...what's going on...?" I asked, forcing myself to smile.

"Nothing," Aaron sang, for once off of his phone. They all avoided my gaze and watched the TV in silence.

"I know there's something up...what were you guys talking about?" I softly shoved Phil, who was sitting next to me. Suddenly I remembered what happened earlier. "Wait...is this about..."

Tino laughed. "I knew he would figure it out."

I rubbed my face in to my hands. "We all know that's not true."

"You were the first to go help Alan," Aaron shrugged innocently.

"So? I was just being nice?" I wondered. "I wouldn't assume anything if Tino went and helped Alan, or Phil, or you, Aaron."

"But you didn't have to carry him." Phil pointed out. They all seemed to be amused by this.

"He couldn't walk." I retorted.

"Okay, okay, we get it." Aaron shrugged and they all continued to wath the show that I just noticed to be AFV. I'll find a way to get back at them. I swear, though, that I heard Alan say something in the bathroom, but resisted the urge to get up. He's okay. He's okay.