They thirst: Revenge

Chapter 15

Three days pass

"It really hurts," Frank cries out as Paul pours some kind of alcohol over the wound, "Please stop, please."

Frank tries to protect himself from Paul, by trying to push Paul away. Paul stops pouring the alcohol over the wound and puts it down on the table.

The wind howls outside the dark window. The stars are hidden behind the dark rain clouds.

"Almost done Frank, then I'll leave you alone for a while. If I leave it, it will become infected again."

Frank slowly nods his head, while the rest of him shakes. He holds very tightly onto my hand and cries onto it as Paul picks the bottle up again. I stroke his head with my other one.

"I know, I know." I whisper, trying to comfort him.

It's the first time I got to see what has been done to him. There are three long lacerations on his right hip, all stitched up but still bloody.

Paul throws some more of the alcohol onto the wound, Frank cries loudly, accidentally knocking the silver tray with all of Paul's equipment onto the floor. It clutters loudly.

I feel sorry for Frank.

The alcohol drips of his side and makes bloody puddles on his sheets. Paul softly wipes it off. Frank sobs softly and squeezes my hand.

"I'm, s-sorry." Frank says on the verge of crying.

"It's okay, don't worry about that." Paul says picking everything up on the floor, "You're doing so well, just hold on for me. One more time then you're done."

Frank nods his head and holds my hand tightly. I wipe his tears off with my other hand. He rests his head on my hand.

Paul picks up a bottle of stronger alcohol, to seal the wound. Frank is hyperventilating.

"Ready?" Paul says, Frank shakes his head but Paul throws it over anyway.

Frank screams and starts bawling, I had to hold him down. I hold his head on my side, I swear I could hear his wounds sizzling. Frank squeezes his eyes tightly and breathes heavily.

"Thats done." Paul says and takes his gloves off, putting them down on the silver medical tray, "I'll bring you some pain meds after you've eaten something."

Frank continues to breathe heavily and I take the cloth in the bowl of water, dabbing the cool water on his forehead. Paul leaves us and I sit down on the bed with him. I stroke his head and he sobs softly.

"It's okay, it's okay," I softly whisper and kiss his head, "It's over now."

Frank continues to cry and holds tightly onto my shirt. I continue to stroke his head and I wipe off his tears. Frank sobs loudly on my shirt, I try comforting him.

Watching someone suffering that is important to you, is worse than suffering yourself.

Paul comes back in with a small plastic cup and a big mug with a yellow smiley face on it. I could smell the fresh blood from here.

Paul puts the cup down on the little table and hands Frank the mug. Frank just stares at it and looks over to me.

"I'm not hungry." He mutters and looks into the mug.

"Just a little bit, then I can give you something to help." Paul answers and crosses his arms.

Frank hesitates to drink but then he takes a few sips. He puts the mug down and lays back in his bed. Frank doesn't look at Paul, he looks at Bob watching over him on the table.