Strangers

Bandaid

Matt POV

"Edd!" I ran out of my room and bolted towards Edd's apartment next to me. I knocked as loud as possible, hearing something similar to a can hitting the floor.
"Matt whats wrong!" Edd opened the door, behind him I saw a few cans of Cola fizzing out of control. I shook my head and got back to the task at hand.
"Um, sorry about that, anyways, I heard a lot of yelling from Paul and Patryk next door a-and it sounds like something bad happened." I looked at him with a pleasing expression, "Could you come with me to check on them?" Edd looked down the hallway and nodded, twisting his body to grab his hoodie from Ringo who was sleeping on it. He meowed in discontent and ran off. I moved out of Edd's way and we walked down the hallway. I knocked on their door as Edd struggled to put on his hoodie, as i expected he got stuck, I chuckled and helped him. He muttered a quick thanks and went back to the door. Oh Edd if only you knew...

Edd POV

I ignored Matt staring at me and knocked once more, "H-hello? Paul? Patryk? Are you alright?" I overheard the sound of thumps and scuffling.
"It sounds like mice.." I heard Matt comment. I gave him a look of confusion and he shrugged.
After hearing someone muttering words I couldn't understand the door opened, showing the two men who had appeared to be either crying...or high.
"Uh, hey guys, what's up?" Paul asked half-heartedly, forcing a smile. I shoved my hands into my pockets and fumbled with the chain inside.
"Um, well, we-er Matt heard quite a bit of commotion next door and he came to me..is everything alright?" Paul turned to Patryk, who had a small case of the sniffles. Patryk put his hand on Pauls back and smiled at us.
"I-its a bit compli*hic*ated." He managed to say. "Wou-ld you like to com-*hic* come in?" He rubbed his face and moved aside. I looked at Matt for an answer of some kind. He gave a small comforting smile.
"Sure!" He said happily, he started making his way in before I pulled him back.
"I-if we're not bothering anyone or course!!" I chuckled nervously, holding back Matt, who was still trying to walk inside, oblivious to the situation. Patryk laughed.
"Its quite alright Edd, please, it'd be nice to talk to somebody actually."
"Yay!" I lost my grip on Matt and slipped, falling towards the floor.
"Ow...?" Was the floor always so comfy? I heard Patryck and Paul laughing above me.
"No Edd that's my line." I heard a muffler and strained giggle from Matt. Who was below me, face first in the floor.
"Oh my goodness Matt I'm sorry!" I sat up and he turned to look at me.
"Ahahahahahhhhhhhhhhh...." He then went silent, he spoofed and went red in the face. He grabbed me and lifted me off of his lap, stood up, and put me down. He then grabbed Paul and stared into his soul.
"Uh Matt?" We asked in unison. He stayed silent then opened his mouth.
"Does your bathroom have a mirror?" He asked seriously. Everybody gasped when a small line of blood began to trickle from his forehead.
"Matt!" I yelled, I pulled him into the bathroom and rinsed his face off. Paul was laughing hysterically in the living room and Patrick handed us a towel, who left to chew off Paul.
"M-m-my f-face?" Matt had tears in his eyes and looked at me from his seat on the toilet. I smothered his face with the towel and prevented another word to come out. After a few more rinses and a bandaid the blood had ceased.
"There...good as new." I said, proud of my work. Matt wasn't satisfied. I patted his damp hair and went to join the two men in the living room.
"Wait..?" Matt tugged on my hoodie. I turned again to look at him.
"What?"
"Um..it stings.." He looked at the tile floor like a scolded child. He was just too adorable. I mentally slapped myself and held up his head to look up at me.
"That's expected, sorry, its my fault." I sighed, softly rubbing over the bandaid. He grabbed at my hands and looked back down at his feet, with a pink blush dusted on his ears
"Y-you can k-kiss it better..." He muttered softly. I was taken by surprise, he peeked back up and nervous chuckled. "Haha, i-im just joking uh..we should go.."
He stood up and let go of my hands, but before he could move away I grabbed his face again and pulled him back to me. Leaning my face in and on my tiptoes I gave him a small peck on the forehead, right above the bandaid. I let go and felt a major blush creeping onto my face.
"Th-there you g-g-go..." I said, and rushed out of the bathroom covering my face. I heard two long "Ooooooohhh!" come from the two in the living room.
Ahh, so embarrassing. I sat on a few boxes facing Paul and Patryck.
"Soo..how'd it go?" Paul teased.
"Ohmygosh." I muttered looking up at him with a glare. Matt walked out of the bathroom and made his way towards us. He sat down next to me with a small smile and blush on his face.
There was a bit of silence.
"Oh right!" I flinched at hearing Matt's voice. "We heard a lot of yelling right?"
The air in the room got heavy. Patryck looked towards one of the rooms down the hallway.
"Um yes thats correct.." Paul responded.
"Could we ask what happened maybe?" I asked.
"Well, theres no real use in trying to hide it. When we came home after running into Matt we noticed the house was a bit too quiet. We panicked and went looking for Red, our roommate, in his room. He was there but we found him all bloodied and messed up."
"Oh no, is he okay?!" Matt gasped. Patryck began to speak but faltered, standing up and walking over to the kitchen, letting out soft sobs.
"Uh h-he's...no not really, he had cut up his arms, really deep in his right arm." Paul spoke instead. I covered my mouth and looked down.
"He should be alright though...its just that..his appointment wasnt too far away, and I was going to tell him that they couldve saved his damaged arm. At first it was the prosthetic we planned on using, but a few weeks ago I was informed that it really wasn't necessary if we took care and made sure no further damage was caused." Patryck called out from the kitchen.
"Is he feeling okay now?" I asked.
"Yeah he's drunk out of his mind on vodka and tequila right now." Paul said.
Suddenly we heard low growls coming from a room. Then a loud and piercing smashing of glass broke through.
We all stared at the door for a while until the loudest chain of screaming and sobbing began. The noises became a chaotic mixture of yowls, screams, and sobs.
"Ring basen nå!" Patryck yelled and ran towards the room, Matt and I looked at each other in panic. Paul ran to the room as well, pulling out a phone and pressing it to his ear. I stood up and walked towards the commotion. Patryck yelled again. "Kom inn her og hjelp meg med å stoppe blødning!" Paul gave us a look and walked in. Were stood and watched in horror as they stooped over a man, he was screaming his lungs out as large shades of glass were lodged into his body. Paul was grabbing bedsheets and ripping them to push onto open wounds, yelling into the phone. I kneeled and looked at Patryck.
"What should we do?!" I yelled to catch his attention. I judged his shoulder so he would look at me. He looked at me with tears streaming down his face and thought a bit.
"Your friend Tom, he's strong right?! Red's too heavy for any of us and I need to run ahead and meet a car! Please get him and come back!"
"Patryck de trenger deg der nede nå!"
Paul picked up Patryck and shoved him out. He hung up the phone and continued his task of adding more strips of cloth. Two large leopards kept on pacing through the room, howling and chuffing loudly.
"S-stop thats wrong, give it here!" I heard Matt yell, he took the cloth from Pauls hands and gently padded the wounds. He looked up at me. "Go get Tom now!!"
I picked myself up from the floor and ran. I ran down the hallway and banged on Toms door as loud and hard as possible.
"Tom, Tom get out here!" I half yelled, half cried. I fell forward a bit as the door opened, Tom towered over me and looked at me with worry.
"Edd what's wrong?" He held my shoulders and stooped to look me in the eyes. I tried to stop the sobs and tears coming from me. I then physically slapped myself and continued.
"P-paul and Patrycks friend, he needs help, and you need to help us carry him downstairs."  I saw Toms panicked expression. He shook his head processed the information quickly and moved past me towards the apartment.
I hope everything goes well...
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(Sorry 'bout that twist there, plz forgive meh.)