Unnecessary Words

Unsanitary

I shut the door and cringed. I didn't want them to be worried about me. I could take care of myself. They needed to focus their attention on Travis.

I shoved off the door and stumbled to the bathroom. My black jacket disguised the blood. My shirt underneath didn't look as good. The blood covered most of the shirt. I peeled it off and winced at the sight of the cut. It was deep. I would need stitches. But I couldn't walk into a hospital looking like this. Especially with the smell of explosions. They'd ask too many questions.

I cleaned the wound as best I could then wrapped and ace bandage around my stomach to stop the bleeding. Tears pooled in my eyes. Damn this hurt. The cut reached from the bottom of my ribcage to my left thigh. This would be a pain.

I limped from the bathroom and opened my laptop. I didn't have any medical experience. I'd have to wing it. I researched how to stitch a wound. It wouldn't be easy but I'd have to try.

I gathered scissors, thread, pliers, and a needle. I started at my ribcage. Each stitch was excruciating. In and out. Blood got everywhere. I cut each stitch and started again.

Finally after half an hour of pain and blood, I was sealed up, if you could call it that. It was at least sealed enough to not kill me. I got some gauze and a bandage and covered it so it wouldn't leak through my shirt. No need concerning anyone.

I cleaned up the supplies and blood. I had to scrub hard. When it was all done I collapsed on the couch and passed out from exhaustion.

I slept dreamless.