Mistakes We Made (Glee FF/Sebastian Smythe) | ✓

14~ I Just Got Mugged

Rachel's POV

 "Berry, would you stop rushing around like that? You remind me of a Road Runner cartoon, I'm getting woozy just looking at you." I couldn't wait for Santana to take her bag and spend the night with Dani. 

"When I am fully packed for Cali, then you can take two aspirins and pass out, over the window and onto the pavement down below." that was harsh coming from me, I know, but she was really starting to get on my nerves.

"Well where the hell is Reese? I mean I know she's at school but she doesn't come hone after four o'clock?" she asked.

"Fashion week is coming up, and Reese has been boosting her extra credit to make sure she gets into the Top Four F.I.T Finalists." I replied. Santana gave me a confused look.

"If she gets into the top four, then she can put on her own fashion show, and if she's shines out the rest of the other three, than she gets to open her own clothing line. She's explained this to you hundreds of time, and every time she did you said 'Kay'." I explained.

"You know I never pay attention to what people are saying when I say 'Kay'." she replied.

"Well when are you leaving to see Dani?" I asked.

"Twenty minutes, relax. What's the rush anyway? I don't see what Reese'll be looking forward to when she comes home to an empty apartment." she said.

"Well she has the weekend off, she'll get a little peace and quiet and a totally uneventful weekend." I replied.

"Guys! I just got mugged!" Reese burst through the door, slamming it in the process as she came through, with blood covering her hand.

"Uneventful weekend starting with that." Santana said.

"Oh my god, did you say mugged?" I asked as we rushed over.

"I said that, I'm hurting here, help me out!" she had a silce on the side of her right hand that was oozing blood all over the floor.

"What happened to you?" Santana asked.

"I got to get to the kitchen, I got to put water on this first!" she replied as she darted passed us. We followed suite. I turned on the sink to full on cold while the blood washed out of Reese's cut.

"Did he hurt you bad?" Santana asked.

"Muggers never hurt you good darlin'." she replied. "Look at the slice he took out of my hand, that's just awful."

"Maybe you should see a doctor?" I suggested.

"One muggin' a day is enough for me!" she snapped back.

"I'll get the first aid kit." Santana said, leaving us.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"Only when you squeeze it like that!" she shouted. I then realised I was squeezing the skin around her cut. It looked pretty deep. "Get something for it -- uh-bandaids. Or benadryl or something like so."

"Uh yeah, so alcohol, then we'll put iodine on it. And then some mecuricrom, then maybe cover it up with some-" "The longer you talk the quicker I bleed out!" she snapped.

"Kay, I'm going to wipe the blood off the hardwood!" I said as I rushed out.

"Yeah, in the meantime I'll stand here and bleed."

Reese's POV

Geez, over eight hundred million people in this city, and I got to be one of the lucky ones to get mugged. Santana came back with the first aid kit and cotton swabs.