𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕤

𝕗𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕪-𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟

(TW: non graphic mentions of blood)

We don't fall back asleep. We stay in each other's arms for the rest of the night, silent for most of the time. The last thing we want is to wake everyone else, so we stay at a whisper. Every time a flash of lighting or a rumble of thunder passes by, Spot wraps his arms a little tighter around me for comfort.

Eventually, the storm subsides. The only remnants are the rain pattering against my window, which calms me.

But then my arm starts to sting. Fuck. I had forgotten about the scratching. Turning away from my boyfriend, I gently roll up the sleeve of my shirt. Of course, I'm greeted to dried blood. Spot peers over my shoulder, tenderly taking my arm in his hand.

"Toni..." His face twists. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm sorry." I turn away from him.

"Don't be." He pushes himself off of the bed, grabbing my other arm. "Let's get that cleaned up."

And so I'm dragged to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet seat while Spot searched for a first-aid kit. He makes a small noice of triumph when he finds it, and walks back over to me. Reaching into the kit, he pulls out some liquid and a rag.

"This will only hurt a little, I promise." What?! Before I can protest, he's already cleaning the dried blood off of my arm. I bite my lip and whimper a bit. He apologizes every time.

After he finally finishes getting it off, he rages out bandages and starts to wrap them around my arm. The marks were a lot deeper than I thought they would be. Once he's done, he pulls my sleeve back down and kisses me on the forehead, telling me that I did great.

"Thanks Spottie," I start, standing up. "But you don't need to baby me." I leave the bathroom before he can respond.

Eventually, we're back in my room, and Spot pulls out his phone. "Fuck. I should probably go so I don't get killed." He looks back up at me, and I lean down to peck him on the lips. We exchange a few last words before he turns on his heel and, reluctantly, leaves.

I already feel lonely. At least, I do until Charlie comes barreling down the hall.