sAnity

Chapter 6

I feel a small hand gently moving my own hand aside. Aria takes a close look at the wound.

"I know, you're in the Nursing program. So you know what to do... But that being said, you really  shouldn't have left the hospital and you know you shouldn't have."

"Aria... I know, but is this really the time?"

"No... But I really just want you to be okay!"

I look at her incredulously and sigh.

"Come on, let's get this taken care of."

She perks up and we head down to the nursing class' storage/practice room. The door remains unlocked just in case anyone needs something from there. In my opinion that's not a great idea because things can get stolen. But eh... C'est la vie, non? 

I wash my hands, take a pair of gloves and slip them on, and grab an alcohol wipe and chest seal. I clean the area and press the plastic to the wound firmly. It hurts, as it should, but the morphine had begun to kick in so it was significantly less painful than it could  have been. This seal had adhesive on the outer edges so it will stay in place.

"Hey, Aria? Do you mind grabbing that extra alcohol wipe over there?"

She hands it to me and I wipe away the blood I missed further away from the wound.

I take off the gloves and toss them in a biohazardous materials bag.

"Wait. Wasn't that one for sucking chest wounds?"

"Yes, I see you were paying attention when I was practicing."

"Of course I was! You're not exactly in the safest situation anywhere you go... Anyway, aren't you worried about a Pneumothorax?"

"I was at the hospital, it isn't a sucking chest wound anymore but I'm using this to be safe. Also, this one has a one way valve to relieve any pressure that occurs. I shouldn't have a pneumothorax but if it does happen we just have to release the air by removing the bandage briefly."

She looks at me still clearly worried. I ignore her facial expression and leave the room. Aria follows suit shortly after.

We go to the girl's restroom on the first floor and I hide in a stall.

"I'll be right back."

Aria leaves and returns about 10 minutes later with a drawstring backpack handing it to me under the stall door.

"Thank you."

"No problem."

I take a semi-loose t-shirt, black jacket, and a pair of sweatpants out of the bag as well as a lens case. I look at the bottom and see it's labelled "Green."

I step out of the stall after switching into the clothes. 

"Much better."

I put the contact lenses in and much to my surprise they look natural.

"Here."

She handed me a sponge and a tube of foundation and concealer to cover up the slightly faded scars on my face. Sighing, I apply the makeup and look at myself in the mirror. I look quite a bit different. The only thing to change now was my hair.

"Should I wait to do the hair? You are supposed to be in practice."

"No, this is more important. They'll be fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Now come on, I have trimmers in my locker. You can come back to my place tonight so we can do the lightening and I can make sure you're alright."

"But won't your parents say something?"

"They left on a business trip this morning and won't be back until next month. I drove myself here. You can stay with me until we're sure you have a set place to go."

I nod.

"Now come on. Let's cut your hair and get you out of here."

She grabs my wrist and leads me to her locker where she kept all of the things I needed to escape. Of course we didn't think it would have been done like this. But better safe then sorry, right?

Right??

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Author's note: How many of you forgot this existed? Probably all of you. Eh, I'll still publish this.