In Your Eyes ✧ Timothée Chalamet

33 - the waiting room

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I've applied pressure to my hand for the past ten minutes with an old shirt I found laying around in my bedroom but still the bleeding hasn't subsided at all. If anything it looks like the bleeding has gotten worse.

The wound throbs with pain, and the pain helps me because I'm no longer worrying about my stupid boyfriend and his stupid decisions. But at the very same time the pain is killing me and if the bleeding doesn't stop soon I might actually have to get in a cab and go to the emergency room by myself. It's better I go then let Timmy take me. I don't want to see him right now. I don't know if I want to see him anytime soon either.

The front door opens and I freeze in my spot listening to the footsteps as they near my bedroom door. I'm about to call out and ask who it is but I don't need to because my door flies open and seeing Aaron enter my room surprises me so much that I have to blink a few times to make sure it's really him in front of me and I'm not just hallucinating.

'Show me the wound.' Is the first thing he says to me. He doesn't comment on the broken lamp, or the fact that my dress is covered in blood and I was only able to get one sleeve on, whilst the other sleeve was dangling by my side. The fact that he knew about my wound beforehand tells me Timmy must have called him here. A part of me is thankful for that because I'd rather have my brother drive me than haul for a cab.

Aaron studies my hand and after a few minutes he looks up at me and his gaze grows warm. He doesn't look as hostile as he did this morning before the funeral. Instead he looks at me with care. 'Did Timmy make you smash that lamp against the wall?' He asks looking at the broken shards and then back at me. I just nod. 'What a dick. I can't believe he chose Cali in the end. What happened to all that I can't live without you bullshit he was spitting at you the other day.' I shrug. 'Is he really going to leave you now? When dad dies, when you're spiraling out of control.'

'I'm not spiraling.' I mutter under my breath.

'Tell that to your bite mark and your bleeding palm.' Aaron retorts with a shake of his head and then he takes off the bloodied up shirt I have over my palm and rips a clean part of it off.

I know I'm spiraling. I know I'm a lot to handle right now and I know deep down that Timmy is right for wanting to get away from me. I'm a walking disaster. There's no doubt in my mind about that. But I thought maybe... just maybe he'd still want to stick around.

He stuck around this whole time. I thought maybe he could handle me all over again, that maybe I could be myself around him and let down all my walls and put down my guard and really be myself. No filter, no front, just sad old miserable me.

But I was wrong to think he'd be able to handle it.

I should have just smiled through the pain, I should have kept my problems to myself I shouldn't have snapped at him when he pissed me off or let him anywhere near my shoulder to examine that stupid bite mark. It was a mistake telling him about my deep desires. About wanting to be loved by my father, about wanting a relationship with my dad that I never got to have.

He must think I'm crazy. He's probably so fed up with my shit by now. 'Did you know we have an uncle?' I blurt out as Aaron wraps the fabric tightly around my wound.

'Come again?' He says not looking up at me because he's way too concentrated on my hand.

'Yeah that was my reaction too. But apparently dad has a brother. His names Robert. He's actually pretty nice.' I talk to Aaron because I need to distract myself from how painful this is. Aaron's wrapping the wound up so tightly that it stings even more but talking to him eases the pulsating feeling in my palm.