Broken(bxb)

Chapter 5

(I'm on my phone now so its gonna be a little harder. Who's POV should i do after this one of Thomas's and Brian's. I'm sorry I changed it. I just couldn't think of a way to do Jeremy's POV)

Thomas's POV:

It's now around 5 at night. After I got sick, Jeremy took me back to the room I was in when I first woke up. I layed in the giant bed, I think I fell asleep because I closed my eyes for a second. Now it's 5, by the clocks time. My body felt heavy as I stood. I shuffled over to the bathroom, opening the door. Everything was oddly quiet, I walked over to the sink. I went to turn it on, but there was a sharp pain in my side. I grabbed the left side of my ribs in pain. "aagh!" is the only sound I could muster to come out of me. I didn't hurt like this earlier.

Did they give me medicine so I wouldn't hurt?

There was a wet spot on the area I had grabbed. I pulled my hand back, it was covered in blood. I practically ripped my shirt off, holding it to the wound. Hopefully it'll stop soon, they usually did. I had been sitting against the sink counter, holding my side with the shirt. I heard the bedroom door open as someone came in. Their footsteps were heavy, I think it's Bryan. I'm tense, is it because those sound like dad's steps. There's silence for a moment, then the footsteps are coming to the bathroom with speed. The door is basically thrown open. I can barely look up at him. I was right, it is Bryan.

Bryan's POV:

The kid went to the bathroom about 10 minutes ago. "Go check on him" is all I say to Jeremy. He sighs, but listens. It's been a while since he checked on the kid. He walked back in the kitchen alone. Apparently he took the kid back to his room cause the little guy got sick. We don't know anything about Thomas, other than his name. He had gotten sick, probably from eating a lot, though he barely ate anything. Nobody knew how to approach Thomas, to try and get him to talk. We don't want him to be scared of us. Me and Nance were watching the news in the living room. They kept spouting nonsense about us. Saying we want to control the country and shit. They mentioned our name, Rivero, which was new. The only way they could have gotten that information is if there was a leak in the group.

It was getting late. Nancy went to the kitchen, because she wanted to make dinner tonight. I guess she wanted to do something fancy for Thomas because she was cooking an hour early. 

~TIME SKIP~

 It was around 5, and Nance was still in the kitchen. There wasn't anything good playing on tv so I shut it off. There is so much to do in this house, but I'm really bored. I was walking upstairs when I thought I should go check in on Thomas. I'd gotten to his room and knocked lightly on the door. There wasn't an answer so I thought he might still be asleep. I didn't want to believe that he ran away, but I was still worried he had. I opened the door and walked over to the bed. As I pulled back the covers and saw nothing, I got nervous. THUMP. There was a loud bang coming from the bathroom. I hurried to the door and opened it so fast, I thought I was gonna break it. My eyes were drawn to him immediately. He was shirtless on the floor, leaning on the sinks cupboard. He looked paler than normal, and he had a pained expression on his face. His shirt was being held to his side as he looked up at me. I was by him in a second. I could smell the blood, he was bleeding.

Used to people bleeding and solving it I got the first aid from under the sink. We made sure they were all stocked, and each room had one. I went to his other side, slowly removing his shirt. He hissed at the motion. It looks like once of his cuts, I thought they were all gonna heal. He probably moved wrong and got the scab ripped off. I pored some alcohol on the wound to clean it. It was pretty deep, I reached for the needle and thread. He wasn't making anymore noise, but he was still awake. I know what it's like to get used to pain. It's not a fun thing to get used to. I get his wound to stop bleeding, thank god. I wipe off as much blood as possible, and put the med kit away. I tried to help him stand, he couldn't by himself, so I just carried him to his bed. I layed him down to get some rest, he'll need it.