"Shit!" Jackson shouted in disgust and everyone turned away, holding their mouths to stop them from vomiting. Everyone except me. My mom was a nurse so I was used to her bringing home patients with disgusting cuts and burns. She also took pictures of her patients' progress so I would be scrolling through the pictures on her phone and suddenly come across a big raw wound.
"What do we do?" Chase shouted. "Shard, Detox, you two are the oldest, what do we do?"
"I don't know. I'm not a doctor!" Sawyer shouted.
"Agh, I don't know what to do! We can't call mom. She shits on us and we'll all be dead for staying out after nine!" Jackson cried.
"We need to get you inside and stop the bleeding," I say holding Sage's leg.
Everyone stopped and looked at me.
"Don't just stand there! Help me carry him! And everyone just calm down."
Jackson, Sawyer and Calvin came running over to pick up Sage.
"Jackson, I need you to get me the first aid kit, quickly!"
We got back to the house where a nicely dressed, skinny looking, dark haired boy was sitting on the couch but Jackson just looked at me blankly.
"You do have a first aid kit right?"
"Crap I don't know!" He shouted.
"Finally you've decided to come insi– what the hell happened?"
The boy suddenly stood up from the couch and gawked at us as we rushed inside.
"Put him here!" I quickly said, wiping the kitchen island clear of all the plates and bowls. The three boys who helped carry Sage gently lay him on the table while Jackson ran upstairs to look for the first-aid kit.
"The wound hasn't cut to the bone but you're probably on the last layer of muscle before the bone," I said, gently holding Sage's shin and looking at him. "Can you feel the rest of your leg?" I asked, while everyone else panicked in a frenzy around us. He nodded his head, biting his bottom lip in pain.
I looked around for something as a temporary bandage for Sage's leg. I took a better look at what the other boy was wearing: jeans with a white shirt and navy blue blazer.
"Give me your blazer!" I shouted at, who I guessed was, Emmett. He looked at me vacantly.
"Give me your blazer!" I shouted more urgently, pointing to his right arm to which he quickly scowled and shook his head so I went up to him and yanked his blue blazer off of him. I tore off one of the sleeves.
"Hey! That was Gucci!" He shouted frustrated. I wrapped it around the cut that was seeping blood.
"I can't find the first aid kit!" Jackson shouted from the top of the stairway, where he was standing in front of an open cupboard. Sawyer ran up to help him look and then Calvin came running into the kitchen holding a small red bag with a white cross on the top.
"It was in mom's room, idiots," he shouted to his brothers upstairs.
"Oh, Moose has it!" Sawyer yelled.
I scrambled to unzip the small red medical kit and found a big rolled up bandage, a pair of gloves, some Mercurochrome, cotton wool, some plasters and disinfectant. The cut was too deep to use Mercurochrome and disinfectant so I quickly put on the gloves and started unraveling the bandage.
"I can't use disinfectant on a wound this deep." I moaned, quickly looking through the bag for anything else. I looked around the kitchen frantically.
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Teen Fiction*COMPLETE* Celine is starting a clean slate, a new life away from her seemingly broken one back in Tofino. She made the executive decision to run away from home, at 16, and she has her reasons but is she willing to share them with the new family th...
