Rose [S.M]

Tiger stripes

"Ouch... that fucking stings." I hiss and turn my face away.

"Don't be such a baby and let me help you." Jake snaps annoyed. He grabs my chin again and dab with a cotton ball that has some disinfectant liquid over it on the scratches on my face.

"How are you feeling? Are you still dizzy? Do you want some water?." Andrew stresses as he walks back and forward through the room.

"Andrew, calm down. You are going to give me a whiplash." Tiffany says as she wraps my hand with some bandage.

I want to respond back to Andrew but Jake dabs the cotton ball on my skin again.
"Jake..."- I push his hand away. I am sure that it is disinfected by now. "It hurts." I whine.

"I give up."- he opens my hand and give me the cotton ball "fine, let your face get infected. I don't care." He mumbles with a frown on his face and crosses his arms.

I roll my eyes in amusement as I see the look on his face. Jake acts all though but deep inside he is a teddy bear and very caring.
"I appreciate your help, papa bear."

"All done." Tiffany says and I look from Jake to my hand.

"Thanks babe. You did a good job." My hand looks like it has been cute off with the bandage. It looks way worse then it actually is. Just because there isn't any flesh on your hand, it just bleeds way worse than on any other place on your body.

"Let me look at myself in the mirror." I say softly and try to get up. Because I move to fast, I stumble slightly but recover myself quickly.
"I am okay." I say to Andrew how looks he is about to freak out any second now.

"Do you need help walking?."

"Relax. Sit down and take a Xanax." I hate it when people worry about me. I am not in the need for help. I can handle myself (and some stupid obsessed girls).

I snatch the bottle of disinfectant liquid and the little bag of cotton balls with me as I walk to the bathroom. This dressing room is seriously one of the best I have ever seen. In the bathroom there is even a shower. And not a normal shower... no no. One of those spa showers with trillions of buttons.
Fucking fancy.

I gasp as I see my own reflection in the mirror. My left cheek/jaw/neck is covered with scratches. Whoever does those girls their nails needs an interdiction. She creates murder weapons. It looks like I have been attacked by a wild animal.

I take a new cotton ball out of the bag and put some liquid on it. I take a deep breath as I stare at the cotton ball. I act like a fucking baby.
In my defense, my pain level is really low. If someone hits me for fun on my arm, it already hurts and will probably leave a bruise.

I cannot help but to whine as the liquid hits my skin. Those are going to leave some nasty marks on my face. And just when I had the opportunity to stand in if one of the models fall and break their leg. Life is so unfair.

"What is with all the long faces? Did someone die?." I roll my eyes as I hear Brian's voice entering the room.

"How did the sound check go?." Andrew says as he ignores Brian completely. We all do.

"Just fine. What is going on in here? You guys look weird." My heart rate rises as I hear Shawn's voice. Because of everything that happened, I forgot about him for a moment but now my nerves are back in full swing.

"We had a minor accident..." Andrew starts, making it sounds like someone indeed died.

"Why are there papers covered with blood in the trash can?." Shawn asks suspiciously.