Frerard OneShots (finished)

XVI - I Never Told You What I Do For A Living #2

[This is really bloody again so don't read if you're sensitive about that stuff!]

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I heard the door open and close, a few heavy steps and a loud thud. Then, silence.

"Frank?" I asked loudly, setting the newspaper down. No answer. "Frankie, is that you?" Slowly, I stood up, sneaking to the drawer and opening it silently. I took one of the small daggers out, hiding it in my sleeve. I still didn't get an answer. "Frank, answer me. It's not funny," I snapped. A weak cough sounded through the apartment.

Carefully, I sneaked into the hallway to spy around the corner. My eyes widened when I saw the young, small frame of my roommate laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. "Frank, oh God." I dropped the dagger to the ground, rushing over to him. Kneeling down next to him, I pushed him up at his shoulders, looking into his dull, hazel eyes. He seemed dazed and smiled weakly at me. "What did you do?"

"I-I-" He cut himself off with a heavy cough and some blood trickled down his chin. Frank groaned in agony and straightened his back, trying to sit up. I helped him, my pants and hands already covered in his blood. "I think I have a broken rib," he squeezed his eyes shut and I stood up, picking him off the ground carefully. He groaned again and just now, I saw the large wound on the side of his abdomen.

"You-You're bleeding, what do I do?" I asked panicked. He was the nurse who always helped me with my wounds, how was I supposed to help him?

"Lay me down, lay me down," he urged and I did what I was told and carefully placed him on the ground again. "Take a piece of clothing, just something." The smaller instructed.

Hastily, I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. "Now?"

"You need to press it onto the wound to stem the bleeding," he groaned again and his forehead was sweaty, his hair sticking to it. His breaths came out short and ragged.

"Okay, okay, hang on," I shuffled a bit to get a better grip and put the piece of clothing over the wound, pressing my whole weight on it.

Frank groaned again, louder this time. "Ow, ow! Shit!" He cussed and I winced; I didn't want to hurt him.

"You're doing great, hold on, C'mon," I encouraged, my hands and his shirt now soaked in blood. "It doesn't stop!" I panicked as I realized that there was still as much blood as before.

"You-You need to get a bandage from the bathroom," he choked out, "or get me into the tub, maybe it'll help if you don't-"

"Hey, Frank?" I cut him off.

"What?"

"Shut up, I need to concentrate." I snapped, binding his blood-soaked shirt around his abdomen and wound. "Keep pressure on it, I'm gonna pick you up now," I warned before wrapping one arm around his shoulder and holding his knees with the other.

Frank added pressure on his wound with both his hands, still squeezing his eyes shut. Carefully, I lifted him off the ground and walked to the bathroom, leaving bloody footprints on our linoleum. I set him down in the tub and he let out a gasp of pain. "What do I do now?" I asked and he opened just one eye, probably biting his tongue to not scream in pain.

"Go over to the bathroom cabinet," he instructed, both his hands still on his abdomen and I walked over to the sink, kneeling down to the cabinet and opening it, "top left corner, there's a first-aid kit, we need that." I took the small, red briefcase out and slammed the cabinet shut, walking back over to my bleeding roommate in the tub. He lifted the cloth up slightly, wincing and throwing it away.

"Next step?" I asked, opening the kit.

"Put the damn kit to the side, I need you to clean the wound properly first," Frank hissed and I huffed, rolling my eyes. If he wouldn't have been bleeding, I would have snapped at him for being rude, but I figured that wasn't the right moment.