Emma’s P.O.V.
The warmth of the water felt so good on my freezing skin. I wanted to stay in the shower forever, but I knew I had to get out. I finally turned off the water and slowly got out of the shower. Walking with a limp, I reached for the towel and gingerly dried myself off. I used my fingers to comb through my hair and I quickly slipped on the t-shirt he lent me. It was so big on me it fit me like a dress! I put my damp hair in a side pony and examined myself in the mirror. I had to take my forehead bandage off before the shower, and it concealed a nasty, deep cute. I also had bruises and smaller cuts everywhere on my body. I had another large cut on my ankle that was surrounded with a bruise, causing my limp. I just sighed and slipped on the sweat pants. I stumbled out of the bathroom and saw Eric stand up.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“Peachy.” I grimaced.
“Sorry.” He mumbled, realizing that was a stupid question.
With his hands on my shoulders, he helped me down the stairs and led me to the kitchen, where he put on a new bandage for my forehead.
“That’s a bad cut.” He muttered.
“Its fine…” I lied, feeling the gash throb.
Just as he was about to say something, my stomach rumbled. I immediately clutched it and blushed.
“Let’s get you something to eat.” He chuckled.
I nodded in agreement. He sat me down at a seat by the island and I leaned my arms on the cool granite. I watched him as he sliced an apple.
“Your appetizer.” He said in an English accent, making me laugh.
I took a slice and bit into it, chewing slowly. It was super sweet and juicy. I nibbled on the apples while watching him make Kraft Dinner. When he finally finished, he split it into 2 bowls and handed me mine. I placed my hands around the warm bowl to warm my hands. He placed a fork into the bowl and sat next to me. I wolfed my down really fast and he just chuckled.
“Mmmmmm, that was delicious! Compliments to the chef.” I said in an English accent. We just laughed. When he finally finished his mac & cheese, he took the dishes and set them in the sink.
Eric’s P.O.V.
When she tried getting up, she just gasped and plopped back down on the seat.
“Eric?” she cringed, “Do you have Advil or Tylenol or something that will take the pain away or knock me out?”
“How bad is the pain?” I asked.
“Lets just say on a scale from 1-10 it would be an 11.” She grimaced.
“Ya, ok. I’ll go look for something.” I assured as I raced to my parents bathroom.
I franticly looked for some sort of pain medication. I finally found a bottle that seemed to be some sort of syrup. It read “Instant Pain Relief!” so I snatched it and brought it to her.
“Okay, just take a swig of this and the pain will be gone.” I comforted, seeing that she was in a lot of pain. She clutched the bottle and took of gulp of it.
“How long does it take to work?” she asked.
“It says ‘instant’ so I guess that it starts working within 5 minutes.”
“K” she muttered back, trying to ignore the pain.
“Why don’t you try to walk it off?” I offered.
“M’kay.” She mumbled back.
I put my arm around her waist and she brought her arm to my shoulder. We just started walking silently. She had a small limp, but I helped take the load off. We probably walked for about 4 minutes when she started to act weird. She started walked slower and her head lolled from side to side.
“Hey you okay?” I murmured.
“Oh, ya. I’m fine.” She slurred, her feet started to drag.
Soon, I felt like I was dragging her and finally she went limp in my arms.
“What the heck?!” I thought.
I set her on a sofa by the TV and raced towards the bottle of painkiller. I read the back of the label and wasn’t surprised when I read: Extreme Drowsiness May Occur.
