Forever (Mavin)

67. For You

The entire car ride to Geoff's (which isn't very long at all), I try to keep myself conscious. I'm clamping my hand on my thigh, sending shooting pain through my entire leg, but I've got to at least slow the bleeding. Geoff's kind of stirring next to me, but he's nowhere near waking up. I can see a little blood on the back of his head, which definitely isn't good. Michael also seems to be struggling to stay conscious. His face is bleeding and getting into his hair, and he's gritting his teeth and grabbing his arm.

By the time we finally pull into Geoff's driveway, Lindsay's got Griffon on the phone, and I see her sprint out of the house.

Michael offers to get Geoff, but Griffon says no. Being as persistent as he is, Michael ends up carrying Geoff into the house. Griffon and Lindsay help me into the house. Even with them practically carrying me, I feel like might collapse. When I get into the house, Michael's sitting on the couch with Geoff laying across his lap. I sit on the floor in front of the couch and look up at Michael. Staring into his sad, hurt eyes, I pass out.

I wake up to the worst stinging pain of my life. My eyes shoot open, and Griffon's sitting by my leg, cleaning up my cut with rubbing alcohol.

"Ow, fuck me, Griffon!" I yell, my hands instinctively grabbing my thigh.

"Gavin, stop, you're making it bleed more!" She shouts, slapping my hands away.

I look up and the couch again, and Michael's gone. Geoff's moved to the other end of the couch. He's half-conscious, holding an ice pack to his head.

"Wait, where's Michael?" I ask, attempting, and failing, to hide my obvious concern.

"He's fine, Gav, he's just getting some gauze."

As if on cue, Michael strolls into the room with a roll of gauze. His wounds are still left untreated, and I'm guessing he had to fight Griffon to get her to take care of me first.

"Hey, Gavin." He mumbles. His voice is dry and raspy, and he looks extremely tired. He tosses the roll of gauze to Griffon, who catches it and sets on the ground next to us.

She wipes her hands on a paper towel, and I finally get a good look at my leg. The cut's deep, and even if it's cleaned up, it doesn't take long for it to start bleeding again. It's a good five, maybe six inches long, and about half an inch wide.

Griffon quickly grabs the gauze and wraps it around my thigh, attempting to do so before it bleeds much more.

"Alright, Gavin, I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow and we'll get you some stitches. Sit aside for a minute. Michael, come here." She commands, patting the ground where I was as I slide over.

Michael plops down without a word, and I get a better look at his wounds. Dried blood sticks to the right side of his head from his cut, and I see where his eyes are red. He's obviously been crying; maybe from pain, maybe something else. His left bicep is covered in blood as well.

The difference between me and Michael, he doesn't even wince when Griffon starts cleaning his arm. After she gets it all cleaned up, I can see it much better. It's maybe half the length of the one on my leg, and it's definitely not very wide, probably only half a centimetre. Griffon wraps up his arm and moves onto Michael's face.

"So, where's Lindsay?" I ask.

"She went home." Michael replies, furrowing his eyebrows at the pain from Griffon cleaning his face.

The cut on his face is a good three and a half, maybe four inches long and a quarter of an inch wide. Griffon puts some special, weird bandage on it after cleaning it up good.

"Thanks, Griffon." He mutters, sliding slightly closer to me.

"Hey, no problem, Michael." Griffon says with a smile. She leaves the room to put away all of the medical supplies.

I turn to Michael and wink, "Thanks, Michael."

"For what?" He says, seeming to slightly pick up his mood.

"What do you mean 'for what?' You practically saved me and Geoff."

"You don't have to thank me for that," He says, smiling. "Gavin, for you, there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do."