May 12th, 2021

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I set the empty water bottle down on the stage and walked to the bathroom. I locked myself in a stall and looked at my chest, new cuts were forming across the old scars, one cut above a healing broken rib was bleeding a lot.

"Fuck." I muttered under my breath, as I riffled through my backpack hoping that there was a bandaid somewhere in it. I heard the bathroom door open, and then out of habit, I sat against the wall hiding. A few packs of gauze and medical tape slid under the stall door,

"It's Kurt, are you okay?" I sighed and quickly grabbed the medical equipment.

"No, not really." Before I could say anything else, Kurt cut me off,

"I noticed you were binding, but I know that you don't own a binder. Did you hurt yourself unintentionally trying to bind? Do you need help?" I couldn't reach half of the cuts, so I had no other option but to let Kurt in the stall to help me,

"Yes to both of the questions. I don't wanna get blood everywhere, so you're gonna have to crawl under the stall." I heard Kurt sigh, before sliding his bag under the door and crawling underneath. Kurt hugged me when he saw me and grabbed the gauze from my hands,

"Jesus Lili. No more binding this week, okay? You gotta let the scars heal." I nodded as Kurt began to bandage the cuts I couldn't reach. When Kurt finished taping the last cut, he helped me rebind my chest, making the makeshift binder much looser than before. Kurt helped me ease my shirt back on.


A/N: Sorry if this sucked, I'm listening to a lecture about world war 2 while writing since I'm still in school atm

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