Regret

Chapter Twenty Six- Higher Than The Empire State

I leaped off my stool and ran over to where the cries were coming from, stopping in my tracks as I took in the scene before me.

Sarah was screaming in agony as she clutched her bloody hand to her chest. Thick red liquid dripped down her arm staining her clothes, and dripped onto the hardwood floor of the beach house.

After taking in the scene before me, I jumped into action and crouched down beside her, careful not to touch any of the clear glass that was scattered along the floor. I was grateful I had shoes on.

"Hey, it's okay. I've got you." I mumbled and moved her blonde hair from her face in a gentle manner, trying to calm her down. "Can I look at your hand?" She shook her head vigorously at my question, and a whimper left her lips when she accidentally knocked her hand.

"What the hell happened?" This time my voice was a lot less soothing as I directed my question at Cass. I didn't mean to sound so harsh, but we seriously needed to get her to the hospital with all the blood she was losing. The fact that she was also drunk probably didn't help.

"We were having an arm w-wrestle, and t-then her hand smacked the glass making it s-smash, I d-didn't mean for h-her to get hurt." Cass sobbed. It was clear the alcohol still affected her.

Now I was glad I only had the one drink that Chris made because it seemed like Xander and I might be the only sober ones.

"Come on, Sarah, we need to stop the bleeding." I knew that if I could get her to raise her arm, then it could reduce the blood flow, memories from a few years ago came flooding back, but I pushed them aside to help my friend. I couldn't lose concentration now. "Do you think you could raise your arm?"

She nodded her head and slowly lifted her injured arm. Another whimper left her lips as she did so, but at least she had stopped crying. I stood to my feet and inspected her wound, I could hardly see anything due to all the blood, but I could definitely see the big piece of glass sticking out of her hand.

There was no way I was removing it. I've heard that if you've been stabbed by something, the last thing you want to do is remove the object. However, there were multiple other cuts around the big one that needed to be covered to stop the bleeding.

"You need to come to the kitchen because I can't see if there's more glass," I explained and looked over to Xander, nodding my head. He knew what I was asking and came rushing over, helping Sarah stand up and steadied her.

The others moved out of the way and followed us into the kitchen while I moved everything out of the sink and poured some water into a cup.

"I need someone to hold her arm still and pass me a cloth or something." Everyone had now circled around us, watching what was happening. Xander crouched down beside Sarah and held her arm in place, making sure that he was nowhere near the wound. "You're going to have to hold her tighter than that because she'll try to jerk her hand away," I muttered low enough for him to hear me, but hopefully, no one else could, especially Sarah.

Someone had passed a shirt to me, but I didn't look up to see who, as my eyes were still on the massive chunk of glass. "Right Sarah this may hurt a little." Ben took that as his cue to walk over and start talking to his girlfriend, distracting her from what was about to come.

I poured the water over her hand and watched as the blood disappeared, giving me enough time to search the cuts for more chunks of glass. There were a few tiny shards, ones that the water helped push out.

I then wrapped the cloth on her hand, careful not to knock the shard of glass but still stabilising it.

"Why don't you just take it out?" Cass asked.