Don't Be So Weak, Monoma

Cleaning up yet another mess

I know I should see the nurse or a doctor for what just happened to my hands, but I still need to clean my damn mess of shattered glass, smoothie, and blood off of my carpet. 

And unlike the other carpet that I'd spilt soup on this morning, this carpet was kinda important and expensive. Sooooooo...

I know I won't be able to remove the stains, so I guess I'll just throw it out...along with the other one.

First of all, I should do something about my hands...

It's been around 30 minutes since the smoothie incident, I'd actually thought that from all of my cursing, glass shattered, and crying out would make someone worry and come to see if I was okay...but guess what?

No one came.

So now I'm stuck with trying to remove all the glass from my hands...

I'll admit, it hurts...really bad. And the bleeding is kinda scary. There's...so much blood.

But I'll be fine.

Actually...y'know what? I should really get someone to help me with the glass...

I can actually just throw out my carpet, 'cause most of my cup and smoothie ended up on the carpet, not on the rest of my floor. 

I lift up my carpet by both ends and roll it up, bringing out a trash bag and carefully putting it inside, setting it off to the corner of my room.

Heading to my bathroom, I flick on the light, then begin working on my hands. 

The bleeding has slowed down a bit. Then maybe tomorrow I can go see Recovery Girl. After this, I'll finally be able to sleep, I'm just gonna need some ibuprofen and all that jazz. Because, I don't think I'll be able to sleep with all of this pain. 

No one's POV:

Little did Monoma know, he'd not sleep until the next night.