Calum.

12

I woke up the next morning. It took me a little bit to remember where I was. I struggled to get up because of how much pain my body was in. I couldn't move my hands because they hurt so bad. I just wanted to stay laying down.

I turned my head to see Hazel half asleep on the bean bag chair, a few feet from the bed I was sleeping on. I guess she heard me struggling and so she shuffled awake.

"Morning Calum. How do you feel?" She sounded horribly tired. I shook my head "I feel horrible..." I grumbled. She got up and left coming back with an ibuprofen and a bottle of water. "Take this." She helped me sit up so I could take the medicine.

She left again coming back with the same stuff she used the night before to wrap up my hand. She took the old bandages off, revealing a lot of blood soaked tissues, and replaced them with new ones and a new ice pack.

"Why are you taking care of me like this?" I asked her.  "Well...I don't exactly know.  Maybe I care about you Calum." She went back over to her chair and sat down facing me. She got back up and went downstairs, arriving shortly after. She came back with a bag of frozen peas wrapped up in a thin towel.

"Hold this to your face, it's bruising terribly..." I could feel the pain every time I clenched my jaw. "Would you tell me what happened if I asked?" I could tell she didn't want to push any information.

"Probably not..." I responded,  causing her face to show a slight bit of sadness or maybe disappointment...one of the two. "Do you think you'll be able to make it to school today?" She asked while folding the blanket she had slept under.

I nodded my head tiredly. "Yeah, of course." I answered. "Well Im going to take a shower and get dressed. If you need to use the bathroom, there's another one around the corner." She got up and plopped the blanket where she rested.

I grabbed my bag and changed into what I had. I splashed some water on my face, which only made my injuries look much worse. When I sat back on the couch, I could only think about how bad things were going.

Hazel came downstairs with beautiful wet hair, a black tank top, and ripped black jeans. She picked up a brush and worked with her hair and put it in a bun. "If you take a picture this image will last much longer." She said winking at me. Fuck Calum you're staring at her...

"Sorry..." I said while kind of chuckling. As we left the house she locked the door and we were on our way.  On our walk down, about halfway there I realized that we were walking really close together. So I made some space.