Our Deathly Love

Liquid Band-aid

"I'm hungry," Mikey said, staring at my arms. My eyes felt blurry as I layed my head back against the wall. Whatever happened was their fault for all I cared.

"You can't eat her!" Jasper exclaimed.

"Chloe will kill us if she dies!" Tristan yelled as he ran toward the guys.

"How the hell did you...?" Jasper started.

"The back door was open," he explained, shrugging.

"Are you guys just gonna stand there and let her bleed to death?" Mikey said, licking his lips again.

"What a waste... It's AB-, guys! You don't come across that type often!" Mikey said shaking his head disapprovingly

"Is that all you ever think about?" Jasper asked annoyed.

"No, I also think about hot guys, and amazing fashion! " Mikey said smiling as though he had been complemented.

"You guys are such dumb-asses," Tristan sighed and shook his head as he pulled out the first-aid kit from the bag. "Emmy, I'm not gonna lie: this WILL hurt. A lot." He spread the Liquid Band-aid on my arms; I screamed out in agony.

"GODDAMMIT!! MOTHER OF GOD!!!" I screamed.

"Man, now she doesn't smell nice anymore..." Mikey whined.

"Shut up!!" I yelled as I flipped him off; it hurt like hell. I cried out in pain again.

"At least she's back to her cheery self," Jasper mumbled sarcastically, handing Tristan the gauze.

"Okay, Mr. Nurse," I glared at him. Tristan just applied more Liquid Band-aid; I began to cry in pain.

"Do you think she'll need stitches?" Tristan smirked. "Is there a needle in that kit?" Jasper asked.

My eyes widened; I ripped my wrist painfully out of his hands.

"Good going, Emmy," he said quietly, "You opened it back up again. Hold still so I can patch you up, dammit."

I started banging the back of my head against the wall, to try and divert the pain to that, but it didn't work very well, at all.

As Tristan was applying the gauze, his fingernail got caught on the still-drying Liquid Band-aid, causing my arm to start bleeding again.

"At this rate Tristan, you're gonna kill her," Jasper said angrily, pushing him out of the way.

"Eh, she's one of Chloe's friends. It wouldn't be a big loss," Tristan shrugged. "Or a funeral, for that matter." Jasper threw a glare at him; Tristan didn't seem to care as he walked over to the adjacent wall, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Here, hold your wrists up, Emmy," Jasper said as calmly as he could muster. He seemed even paler than I was. His hands were gentle as he wrapped the gauze around my wrists. He ripped one of the flags in half and secured the gauze in place by wrapping my wrists in them.

"But why use the pink one?!" Mikey exclaimed as he licked his fingers; he had slid them across the floor to collect sustenance.

"Well, it's not pink anymore," Jasper said, annoyed. He pushed my arms above my head.

I looked at him questioningly. "What the hell are you doing?" I said, wide-eyed.

"You have to keep your arms elevated, or it's gonna keep bleeding," he explained. I noticed his eyes wandering elsewhere, but I didn't make any move; I was too exhausted to do anything. I laid my head against the wall and blew my bangs out of my face. Tristan walked back over, slung me on his back and started walking.