Wanna Play A Game? {Completed}

Helping You

Kimberly's P.O.V

I stood there after a second, unsure of what exactly to do. I noted that Ella had placed the first aid kit on Sheldon’s wooden nightstand beside his full size bed.

I couldn’t help but for a fraction of a second, to let my eyes wonder around the room. It was a small room, at least half the size of mine. The walls were like all the others in the house, white. But, Sheldon had some video game posters up. There was no lighting from the ceiling like there was around the house. Sheldon didn’t have the lamp on his nightstand on; instead sunlight filled the room from the one window by his bed. The bed frame was wood, dark wood. You could clearly tell that he had the bed for a number of years because of the scratch marks and wear that was visible.

Walking in, I sighed at the fact that Sheldon should have called me when this happened to him. I would have came immediately and got him, or do what I could to help him out. 

Ella went over to where I was in the doorway as I strolled more into the diminutive room. Immediately, I sat down on the edge of Sheldon’s bed, placing myself next to him. I reached over and grabbed the first aid kit. When I opened it, I saw many different kinds of bandages and ointments. I even caught eye of a bottle of pain pills. Glancing over at Sheldon, I could see in his dark eyes that he was indeed in pain. “Ella, can you get Sheldon some water?” I asked with sadness clearly leaking in my voice. 

Ella nodded her curly black head and ran out of the room. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” Sheldon hissed at me with anger seeping in his husky voice. 

I rolled my eyes, “Why wouldn’t I be here?”

“Kimberly, you need to leave,” Sheldon stated. He began to sit up, but moaned in pain.

“Sit back down,” I demanded as I lightly gripped his shoulder and softly pushed him back down.

He reluctantly laid back down, but I could tell he didn’t like feeling so weak. I really didn’t blame him, because if I was in his shoes, I wouldn’t like someone taking care of me either … but I had to help him out…

“Kim, you need to go.”

Shaking my head, I narrowed my eyes at Sheldon, “No, not until you take some medicine and we clean that nasty cut on your forehead bandaged up.” I replied as I gazed at a gash on the right side of his head. The sight of the sticky red fluid made me so upset that his own damn father did this to him.

“Kim-”

Cutting him off, I spoke, “I am not leaving, and by golly that is final!”

He exhaled loudly through his nose in frustration. 

Ella soon came back with a glass of ice water in her hands. I put it on Sheldon’s nightstand, and faced my boyfriend, knowing it would take good amount of time to get him cleaned up and pain free. But, I knew it was worth is, after all, who is going to take care of him?

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Edited By: Victoria (aka pcgeeksquadgirl)