Last I Saw You

TWO | TOBY

November 2009|TOBY

When Eric finally made it over I opened up the door to see him ducked low trying to make his way towards the back, probably headed for the bathroom window. He looked embarrassed as I let him in. Seeing his face go red was a rare sight, it only got redder when I told him my old man was out with some friends today or whatever so he didn't have to sneak in.

I already had the first aid kit open up and laying on the bed so all we had to do was just go upstairs to my room so I could get cleaned up before my dad made it back. There were all sorts of band-aids and gauze and alcohol wipes inside it some were dumped out everywhere but I figured I'd try to make finding what he needed easier.

I was surprised when he didn't stop to ask me what happened this time. I'm sure he knew that I was at the city park. A lot of wolves often head there to the drained pool where they'd stage fights, challenges.

Eric never liked that I hung out there but it wasn't like the humans cared to do anything's about it, so long as nobody died they let us do our own thing. After I got tired of his complaining we eventually came to an agreement that I could accept all the challenges I wanted so long as I didn't agree to any fights to the death, as if the humans would ever allow that.

Pulling me over to the bed and ordering me to sit down Eric and, I'd like to note the very unsexy frown on his face, pulled my shirt up. When he started poking at my ribs I hissed. His head snapped up fast as he looked at me, concerned. Nothing was wrong though, his hands were just cold.

"Woah, getting a little handsy aren't we?" I quipped as he sat there, cold hands still feeling me up.

Still prodding my ribs with cold fingers, feeling to see anything was out of place, he huffed, "Now is not the time."

Yanking my shirt back down he moved on and grabbed hold of my chin. Squinting he titled my head to the left then the right.

"No scratches or anything too noticeable, " he mumbled, visibly relieved. Then his eyes drifted towards my right hand.

My knuckles were red and bruised and I, for the life of me, couldn't move my fingers for shit. I expected him to be mad but then he took my hand in his and asked in a soft voice, "What happened?"

"I think I broke them," I mumbled. I didn't wanna believe it cause there was no way I'd be able to hide that from my dad. No way in hell.

Raising a brow at me he cocked his head to the side. It would have been cute if it weren't for the fact that I knew he was pissed at me.

"You think? No, Toby, I think you did. Try to move them," he ordered, letting go of me.

I didn't even lift them all way before the pain shot through me. Hissing I let them go lax again, sighing as my hand started to feel a little cool.

"Dude why are you such a dumb ass?" He exhaled, reaching up to smack me over the back of my head. It was a light tap but the sheer embarrassment of it is what got me.

"Well it's not like I did it on purpose," I reasoned, letting my head hang. With my other hand, I raked my fingers through my hair. What the hell was I supposed to do now?

Picking up the gauze Eric held a hand out for me. "You need to get to a hospital." I heard him mutter under his breath as he gently wrapped my fingers up.

"You know I can't do that, my dad'll kill me." I hissed as he pulled the gauze a little too tight. He probably did it on purpose.

"He'll kill you if he finds out you tried to hide it, " Eric countered, brown eyes pinning me in place.