Biology||Josh Richards

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"Savannah?" I hear a feminine voice yell from above. In a swift motion I back away, taking my right hand and covering Josh's mouth.

"Y-yeah?" I yell back, hoping she doesn't come down from the deck.

"Are you in the hot tub?" I sigh.

"Oh yeah, why?" I say, mentally confused why she's asking.

"Well, I'm going to lunch with a friend, I'll be back around dinner!" She says before she shuts the back door. I feel a warm feeling on my hand and immediately pull it away from his mouth

"You're disgusting," I babble to Josh, all he does is shrug.

I splash water at him and do a short swim to the other side with a scowl.

For a minute, we just sit there, staring at each other deeply, analyzing him.

I start giggling out of nowhere as he gives me a confused, questioning look. I continue only to put him in a more confused state.

"What?" He tilts his head with a crooked smile.

"I'm just thinking back to when I was, like, 14 and we had got this hot tub and the first time, we opened it it was blazing hot and I burnt myself because of it, I still have the scar on the bottom of my big toe," I explain to him hardly able to finish the sentence due to my laughter.

"No way, I won't believe it until I see it." He huffs, instinctively, I pull my right foot from the bottom of the hot tub and raise it in front of his face to show the circular scar on the pad of my big toe and he scoffs.

"Damn Sav, I'm surprised it's still there."

"Trust me... me too."

We sit there for a while, telling each other about childhood stories and mishaps, I even found out that when he was an immature ten-year-old, he pierced his friend's ear and that he still has it today.

I told him how I dislocated my knee learning how to skateboard because I wasn't wearing knee pads and I fell onto the concrete. I was out for almost two months after that.

After what felt like the whole day, we decide to face what we've been dreading, getting out. It was nearly three in the afternoon.

He stands up, stepping out of the hot tub and taking a hold of one of the towels.

"Do we have to?" Josh whines. I give him a look that clearly states as a yes. "Fine."

I stand up in the hot while he is Drying his hair by scrunching the towel in his hands. I climb on the corner and begin to put my left leg up until I'm suddenly plummeting towards the concrete, scraping my leg against the sharpened corner.

Before I can comprehend I'm grasping onto bare, muscular shoulders with a piercing pain on my right shin.

I look down at it to see a deep ruby-colored liquid dripping down my tan skin.

"Fuck, Sav" Josh mutters. He holds onto my right bicep and grabs the remaining towel, wrapping it around my shoulders.

"Thanks," I tell him.

"Come on," he says, slightly pulling me towards the stairs.

It doesn't hurt as much as I had expected it too, obviously, the sharpening pain is painful but I expected it to feel worse. I could walk aside from the fact that there was still the dark color just continuing to drop and drop down to the bottom of my foot.

When we make it to my kitchen, I sit on the marbled countertop. "There should be a first aid kit in the drawer right there," I instruct, pointing towards a thin drawer at the end of the kitchen counter.

He grabs a few paper towels from the roll and brings everything to the counter after digging through the messiest drawer in the house to find the thin white box labeled "FIRST AID".

He hoists my leg up and placed a paper towel onto the gushing cut.

"Geez Sav, there is so much blood." He comments in a troubled manner.  I sigh, leaning my back onto the counter to lay down as he applies pressure to my wound.

After another minute or so, the bleeding still hasn't stopped.

"Come on, we should go to the hospital," he informs, I sit up with a nod. "I'll go get you a shirt."

I nod. He walks away up the stairs and turns the left turn to get into my room.

I get a new, non-bloody, paper towel and apply as much pressure as I can while still maintaining my balance.

By the time he is back, I'm sitting one leg against my chest on the counter as he hands me an oversized black t-shirt The Rolling Stones logo on it from my wardrobe.

I politely grab it and pull it over my head.

"Here," he commands, his arms wrapping around me to pick me up bridal style. "You should probably call your mom."

I nod as he walks out of my front door. "I swear if you drop me..." I threaten, pointing a finger at him as he nearly trips on the sidewalk crack. He laughs deeply.

He sits me in the passenger seat as I dial my mother's number.

"Hey Mother," I greet her over the phone.

"Hey sweetie, what's wrong?" She asks, her voice full of concern.

"Yeah, everything is fine, mother. I, um, I cut my shin in the hot tub, it's pretty bad, but I'm going to the hospital." I explain to her with a sigh knowing she might freak out.

"Who did this to you?" She nearly screams through the telephone.

"Mother! It's seriously fine, no one did I I slipped getting out." I gasp. "Josh is taking me, everything is okay!"

She says her apologies along with tying on a few curse words.

"She's pissed," I huff, leaning back into the cushioned car seat.

"I say we just see what the doctor says."

By the time we get there, the bleeding had gone down by a good percent, I had walked in barefoot as the doctor checked us in.

They took us back to a small room with an examination table in the corner and a desk in the other. There were cabinets above the light wooden desk, there were even two chairs next to the door for extras. I hoist myself up onto the table as we wait for the nurse.