Fifty Shades of Taylor Caniff

Chapter 8

Sam's POV

"Nash why did you do this?" I ask with tees streaming down my face trying to grab some towels. "I-It's my release" He sobs out.

I grab two towels and press tightly around his wrist to get the bleeding to stop. He winces in pain when I squeeze the towel tighter because the bleeding isn't stopping. I really think he needs to go get stitches, his cuts are too deep.

"Nash we need to go to the hospital, You need stitches." I tell him. I knew he needed to go when I lifted up the towel to see if the bleeding stopped, which it didn't. "No! I can't Sam! Everyone will know. You are the only one who knows, and nobody else can find out. Please!" He says while still crying.

"Nash these cuts are really deep. You need to go get stitches" I said trying to convince him.

"No! please! I refuse." He says and then I realize i won't be able to get him there without help.

"Nash first of all, I need you to calm down, stop the tears or else I'm going to keep crying with you." I say trying to calm us down. My heart is hurting so much for him. He starts taking deep breaths along with me and we stop crying.

"Okay, now we need to clean this up, and get some steri strips to close this up." I say and he nods his head in agreement. I stand up and hold my hand out for him to take it. He does, and I put the lid on the toilet down and make him sit on it so I can get busy cleaning this up.

I get some cotton balls and drench them in alcohol. "Nash, this is going to burn like a complete bitch." I say and gently rub over the cuts. His face puckers up and he tries to pull his arm away put i tighten my grip, so he can't. "The longer you move and pull away, the longer its going to take, I know it hurts but it's this or go tot he hospital." I say and he says "I know, it just burns a lot." He says and crunches his face up and makes a slight 'hsss' sound when i reapply the ball.

It kills me hurting him, but it's what need to be done. "Okay, that part is over. Now, I have to squeeze your cuts together to get this steri strip on. I hate hurting you, i'm so so so sorry." I say trying not to let tears fill up.

"No, don't be sorry, you have to do this. It's not your fault." He say truing to make me feel batter but unfortunately it's not working. I start to squeeze the cuts together and I try to be quick to put the strip on so it doesn't hurt as bad.

"Okay, one down two more to go. I will hurry." I say. He nods his head. I do the other two and I take a plain cotton ball and clean up around the strips. I throw everything away and then I look in the mirror and see my top is covered in blood. I look over at him, his pants and shirt is covered in blood. I look on the floor, and its just a pool of blood. He needs to get some sugar in him since he lost so much blood.

"Nash, I need to go get you some sweets and orange juice. You need to bring your blood sugar back up, you have lost too much blood. Do not get up, stay where you are, you might pass out if you try to walk." I tell him and he just keeps thanking me and telling me not to tell anyone.

I start to walk out and then realize I can't walk in there with blood on me. I hurry back in the bathroom and pace back and forth. "What's wrong Sam?" he asks. "I'm covered in blood I don't know what to do.." I say while trailing off thinking of things to do.

"Nash, close your eyes. Im going to strip my self and but a towel around me and say I just got out of the shower." I say to him and he turns around, facing the wall. I hurry and take everything but my underwear off and go into the kitchen. I grab a orange juice, and some cookies and put them under my towel, and sneak back in the bathroom. Thank God nobody saw me.

"Here drink all of this and eat these cookies." I demand while handing it to Nash. I walk in his roon and put one of his shirts on with a pair of basketball shorts. Then i walk in and his instantly starts talking.