Sqaisheys POV
I carried my baby the whole way back to the high-rise, up the many stairs and into the apartment itself. My feet were bloody and sore due to all the shards of glass that had cut them open. Small specks of blood trailed after me as I walked across the bare, wooden floorboards but neither Stampy or Squid seemed to care. Maybe it was because one of them was actaully there with me when I got all the shards in my feet. I was shocked that Stampy hadn't gotten so much as a scratch on any part of his body, including his feet. I started to think that the reason his feet weren't as so badly damaged was because I had already stepped in all of the glass, so he didn't have to. I didn't really care though.
I flopped down on the sofa and stared down at my son. He was oblivious to everything that was happening. He was fast asleep, snoring into my chest softly. A small smile spread across my face. I loved him more than I loved anything else. I still couldn't belive that only a few days ago I had the mindset to go ahead and slap him. Just so much as thinking about that day made me want to cry my eyes out. My heart also pounded whenever I thought about it. If I ever told anybody about that inncident they would either think I was crazy or that I had to go to some type of mental home. It was best to just keep my mouth shut.
The whole of my body started to sting as if I had just been in the middle of a bee attack. It hurt like hell. When I looked around it was like there was some type of delay in my vision so everything wen to blurry for a few seconds. It made me feel light headed so quickly. I pressed my head against the leathery material of the sofa and gritted my teeth as tightly as I could. Just anything to stop me from vioently vomiting and ruining the floorboards further more. I tried my best not to clench my fists out if fear that it was hurt my son even more. I heard Stampy as he walked out of the bathroom and sat down next to me.
He wrapped his strangely warm arm around my shoulder and pulled me into his chest. A small jolt of pain rushed though my hips as he did so, shocking me as well as making me flinch out of his grip. It didn't help with my pain. In fact it made it even worse. I felt like I was going to vomit at any moment. I gritted my teeth again and squeezed my eyes shut as tightly as I could. Nothing much happened. In fact I felt just the same as I did with my eyes open. I really wanted to talk to Stampy yet I was scared that if I did so instead of words, vomit would just come out of my mouth instead. It sure felt that way.
There was a sudden stinging pain that shot up the whole of my leg. I screamed out in pain. When the pain subsided ever so slightly I saw the person that caused the pain. Stampy. Well...it wasn't really him. It was the medicine that he was using. The hydrogen peroxide medication. Jeez, this would hurt like hell. He poured some of the burning liquid onto a cotton pad, stared at it for a few seconds before placing it over another one of my cuts. It hurt even more than the last one. I did try and keep my cries behind my mouth though out of fear that I would wake up either Squid or my baby. Who still didn't have a name...Me and Stampy needed to name him tomorrow. That was the plan.
After a horrible, gruelling, hour of nothing but pain Stampy covered both of my feet in a pure white bandage before lifting me up bridal style and carrying me into his bedroom. I still had my baby close to my chest, not wanting to let go in case Aron came along and tried to steal him again. Or Kirsty. I've seen some of the things she can do to people. My mind instantly shot back to that incident in the alleyway. That was one of the worst days on my entire life. Once I was laying down on the too of the bed, a few seconds later, Stampy crawled up next to me and rested his head on his pillow. His hair was slightly ruffled from all the running that we had done today, as well as frizzy from the rain. It kinda made him look cute.
I quickly placed my son in the blanket bundle before jumping into fue bed and cuddling up next to Stampy. His breath tickled the back of my neck while his hair brushed against my forehead. He slowly rubbed my back as I rested my head in the crook of his neck. After what seemed like a few seconds of this he pulls away from our embrace and makes eye contact. I couldn't help but freeze when I saw his eyes. They were like a mixture of green and brown, which created a colour that I've never seen before. It was like his iris had a green background and somebody had taken paint brush, dipped in brown paint, and just splattered it over the background itself.
