I'm Not A Girl, I Swear [Discontinued]

XLVII

"Just wait. I know it's gonna be surprising, but-"

David was cut off by a sharp intake of breath and someone swearing.

"What was that?" Wes asked.

"I don't know. Hunter was supposed to be with Sebastian." He let go of Wes's hand, getting out his key.

"Oh my god, why does that hurt so much," they mumbled, sounding like they were in pain.

David shared a worried look with Wes, unlocking the door. "Hunter, are yo- Oh hell no." He turned back around, squeezing his eyes shut and looking rather green.

"I- It's not-" Hunter stammered.

Wes looked in the dorm, confused, but he understood as soon as he saw Hunter clearly hiding something on his wrist. He sighed, walking over to him. "C'mon. Show me your arm."

Hunter reluctantly moved his hand, showing him the inside of his arm.

There were three rather shallow cuts there, the last one the deepest. The first two hardly bled. "This is your first time doing this, isn't it?"

He nodded, looking embarrassed. Wes grabbed a tissue from the bathroom, gently dabbing at the cuts. The blood was soaked up, none returning to fill its place. They looked like they could be paper cuts.

"And this is officially your first and last time cutting yourself," Wes said, crumpling up the tissue and throwing it away. "You feel like doing that again, you tell someone, alright?"

He sighed. "Alright."

Wes turned back to David, walking to him. "You okay?"

"Yeah. I just don't like blood, you know."

He nodded. "Oh, weren't you going to show me something?"

"It, uh..." David glanced down at the ground and back up, clearing his throat. "It can wait. We've kinda got an emergency right now." He subtly nodded his head back at Hunter, who was frowning at the lines on his arm, looking displeased.

Wes sighed, shaking his head. "I swear, we keep getting interrupted. One of these days I'm just going to curl up by your side and refuse to move for a good twelve hours."

David laughed. "Maybe next weekend."