Secret Fights (Solby)

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"Sam, please show me." Colby whimpered as he stared at the ground. Colby couldn't help but feel responsible. He thought that he had taken all of the razor blades off of Sam but obviously not. Sam slowly showed his arm and Colby gently grabbed it and pulled it closer. Even though Colby didn't hurt Sam, he couldn't help but flinch. "Shit Sam." Colby sighed as he looked at his bright pink arm. There was barely any skin without a red line covering it. "It's infected." Colby sighed as he felt the heat radiating off of Sam's arm. Colby picked Sam up and Sam blushed.

"I-I can walk." Sam stuttered as Colby carried him out of the room.

"I know." Colby sighed as he carried Sam into their bathroom and sat him on the counter. "I know you won't want to go to the hospital, do ya?" Colby sighed as he grabbed the first aid box and looked at Sam. Sam shook his head no as Colby placed the first aid box next to Sam on the counter. "So this will have to do." Colby sighed as he opened the first aid box. Sam was actually surprised at how calm Colby was being. He thought that the brunette would've exploded but he was actually keeping a level head for once. He could still see the anger in Colby's eyes though but he wasn't angry at Sam, he was angry at himself for letting Sam doing this. Colby grabbed a small towel and ran the tap to fill the sink.

Once the sink was full, Colby turned the tap off and dunked the towel in the warm water. "This is going to sting a bit, okay?" Colby mumbled as he walked over to Sam. Sam nodded and held his arm out for Colby. Colby gently held Sam's arm as he dabbed the wet towel on his cuts which made Sam flinch. The room was silent as Colby tended to Sam's arm.

"I-I'm sorry." Sam whimpered as Colby started wrapping up Sam's arm. Colby just focused on wrapping Sam's arm, trying to hold back his anger. Colby finished wrapping Sam's arm and he started to clean up the blood that was on the counter as Sam stared at him. "Colby? You ok?" Sam asked but Colby just ignored him and carried on tiding up. "Colby... Say something..." Sam whimpered.

"Like what?" Colby snapped as he stopped cleaning up so he could turn around to face Sam. Sam flinched at the harshness of Colby's voice. "What the hell am I suppose say Sam?!" Colby yelled but Sam could hear the pain in Colby's voice. "I thought you were over this... I thought you were getting better..." Colby whimpered as he started crying and slid down the wall so he was sitting on the floor.

"Colby?" Sam whispered as Colby burst into tears.

"I thought I was helping you but... I caused you to do that..." Colby cried as he pointed to Sam's arm.

"Colby..." Sam sighed as he looked to the side.

"See? I did cause that." Colby cried.

"But I didn't know the full truth." Sam sighed as he jumped off of the counter and sat opposite to Colby on the floor.

"You still did it and one of these days you're not going to be this lucky." Colby whimpered, his head still in his hands as he sobbed.

"What?" Sam asked in confusion.

"One day you're gonna cut too deep or to much or your cuts are gonna get infected and not treated and then you'll die. I don't want you to die Sam! You're my everything! You're my world! You're my life." Colby cried with fear in his voice. 

"Colby..." Sam whispered as he crawled over to Colby and sat next to him. Sam lay his head on Colby's shoulder and Colby lay his head on Sam's. "I'm sorry." Sam sighed as he interlocked his fingers with Colby's.

"Promise me you won't do it again." Colby demanded, tears still falling from his red, puffy eyes.

"Colby, I..." Sam sighed, not knowing if he could keep the promise.

"Please Sammy." Colby whimpered. Sam closed his eyes knowing he would eventually break the promise.

"Promise."