Second Person
You sat on your bed, attempting to fall asleep. You've been trying ever since you last texted Kenny, 4 hours ago. Sure you were able to fall asleep for maybe 30 minutes. After doing that for a few hours you just fell into thought and pondered about our life. Thinking of the pointless little thoughts that jump in your mind at 2 am. Relaxing in the darkness of the night, the comfort of your bed, and the safe surroundings of your room. You were forced out of your thoughts as you heard a knock on your window. You fumbled for your phone, that was plugged in on your nightstand, in fear. You grasped your phone and quickly turned it on, as well as the flashlight on the back. You crawled around your room, terrified to let the person see you. Soon enough you were under the window. Grabbing the corner of the f/c curtain, carefully pulling it up so only your eye was exposed. A figure was in front of the window, so you gripped your phone and shined the flashlight on it. Instantly I opened the window for the wounded blonde. "Hey," he coughed out with a weak wave.
You gave him a concerned look as you raised your eyebrow. "What the fuck happened to you?" you spoke in shock as you pulled Kenny into the room.
"Can we just fix this?" Kenny asked with a gesture to his damaged body.
"Oh ye-yeah! Come here," you pulled him to a chair that was in your room. Making him sit down you quickly went to get a first-aid kit to help your friend. Within a minute you were back in the room with him, a first-aid kit and a wet rag in hand as you grabbed his arm gently. Looking for the deepest cut. Once you found it you placed the kit down on the floor and opened it. Finding the bandages, medical tape, and bandaids. Grabbing the wet rag you placed it on the dried blood that was near the opened wound. He winced as the rag went over the opened cuts. "Sorry," you squealed as you went slower with the cleaning. You looked at his arm that was clean and moved to the blood-covered one. Finishing with the cleaning of the blood you went back into the first-aid and got Hydrogen Peroxide. "Might sting so um," you paused as you grabbed an old belt you had in your closet, "Bite on this."
"Kinky," he laughed before it turned into coughing. You rolled your eyes and let him get away with the smart remarks for now. He founded your advice and bit down on the belt. You quickly took the Peroxide and tipped it over on a piece of cloth and went over the small cuts. You looked up to watch his pain just to hear him mumble, "Didn't hurt." You let out a sigh of relief. You put a towel in his lap, covering his arm above it before you tipped the Peroxide over his hurt arm. Peroxide dripped into his deep cuts and bubbled up as your friend let out swears. You winced as if you could feel the pain. You grabbed his other arm and did the same. As let out curses you waited for 30 seconds before going over it with a wet rag, a dried one.
Having his arm all clean you started with placing the bandaids. Letting bandaids litter over his arm. For the bigger and deeper cuts, you put bandages on them, wrapping medical tape so they stayed in place better. You sighed and observed his face, gripping his chin gently you looked for any cuts. You found none, just a bruise on his neck. You stepped back and looked at him. He was wearing a tank top and shorts. No injuries were on his calf. "Are you hurt anywhere else?" you kept your eyes on his body before looking at his eyes. He put the belt back in his mouth, one he took out when you were putting bandaids on. He pointed to his stomach. "Take off your shirt then," you rushed as you sorted everything again.
"And people call me the perv," he mumbled through the belt, luckily you understood since the hood thing. He took off his shirt after you sent him a glare. You repeated the process with his torso as you did with his arms. There were a few cuts but a ton of bruises.
Once finished with cleaning him up you started putting away the first-aid kit and the towels. Putting the towels in the wash as you walked into the kitchen to the medicine cabinet. Grabbing pain medicine, a glass of water, and an ice pack for the bruises. You walked back upstairs to your room. Opening the door carefully as you entered, seeing him looking at your ceiling as he laid on the bed. Walking to his side quietly led him to flinch. Sighing you put the pillow into a better position for him. Letting him get comfortable before placing the ice pack on his stomach. He complained at the cold as you made him take the medicine. After handing him the water and medicine you walked to the end of the bed before sliding on the other side on him, making sure not to disturb him. "So um... What happened?" you asked carefully.
"Nothing," he spoke as he continued to look at the ceiling.
You stared at him confused before you spoke out, "This is the worst I've seen you, how could it just be nothing? Kenny, I'm-"
"It's nothing, drop it," he continued the cold tone as you kept looking ahead. A frown was on your face as you dropped the topic and let him rest.
You played on your phone as you waited till he fell asleep. It took an hour to fix him up and you've been on your phone for a good thirty minutes, causing it to be 3:43 in the morning. You started to get tired but you were determined to stay awake for him. Looking up at his tense body and the eyes of his that were glued to the ceiling. Watching him in worry, wondering when he was going to speak next. A single tear fell down his face. That single tear caused you to jump up from your lying position. Placing a hand on an unhurt spot of his arm. The sudden touch caused him to look at you. You brought your hand up and wiped the tear off his face as you gave a reassuring smile. He choked out a sob as he pulled you into his hug. Letting his head fall into the crook of your neck as he hugged you tight. Your hands were trapped underneath his so you just rubbed his back gently. "I'm here," you gave him a kiss on the top of his head, "it's okay." Rubbing his back and whispering helpful things to him, led him to sleep. You falling asleep right after.
YOU ARE READING
Together ~ {Kenny x Reader}
RomanceFirst love failed, stumbled to try and ruin your second, but that didn't work as Clyde planned. Clyde. A typical guy who manipulates and reels you in. Kenny. A non-typical guy who just wants to make sure you're okay. Clyde also just happened to be...
