Never thought it would end this way

"Why me?"

"I-Is he dead?" I asked Alex as we both examined Jason's lifeless body. I can't even describe the figure that was lying at the tips of my feet.

"No, I checked his pulse. It's very faint though. We need to get him upstairs and heal him."

I looked at Alex as if he had two heads, "Upstairs? Why not the hospital!" I bellowed.

He shook his head, "We don't have enough time. Too many questions, and too much time. Come on, I always fix him up after a hard beating."

I felt my eyes moisten and before I knew it, there were tears sliding down my cheeks. Alex gave me a look to say everything was going to be ok. That was the same look that Jason gave me before this all happened. Little did I know that only applied for me and Alex.

"Come on." Alex ushered me up the stairs. I looked at him to see that he had already picked up Jason. I hurried up the stairs and opened the door to mine and Jason's bedroom.

Alex put him down into a lying position and I got a good look at Jason's beaten face. Bruises covered his face and I was too nervous to even imagine what the rest of his body must look like. Hell, this may be the first time I don't want to find out.

"Get ice, medicine, a cloth, and a glass of water from downstairs now." Alex ordered. I didn't think twice, I got up and sprinted down the stairs jumping 5 steps earlier.

"Woah that was so cool!" I exclaimed to myself loudly.

"Skylar!" Alex yelled.

"Shit." I muttered. Damn, how could I get so sidetracked when the man I love is dying?

Wait...guy I love?

No point in denying it now. Baby steps though. After I gave a mental nod, I searched for the things Alex told me to retrieve.

"Get rubbing alcohol too!" Alex called out. I groaned inwardly, great just more things to carry. I can barely manage this! I grabbed the rubbing alcohol along with some gauze.

I got back upstairs and pushed open the door.

"Okay, I got everything needed." I said looking down at the items to make sure they don't fall.

"Where do I put these thi-" I gasped.

I did a double take and saw that my eyes haven't deceived me. Jason, still unconscious, was shirtless on the bed. Normally I would drool. But the only liquid coming out of my face was from my eyes, not my mouth.

"He looks so..." I trailed off. I didn't know what to say that would match perfectly to Jason's chest.

"I know, you don't have to say it. Hugsby did it bad." Alex muttered.

"We have to clean up the blood. Give me the bucket of water." Alex held out his hand impatiently. I stared at him dumbfounded.

"Y-you didn't say to get it." I stuttered out.

Alex rolled his eyes. "Isn't it quite obvious he needs cleaning up Skylar? Or are you just going to cry and make that your main priority? Go and get one." Alex told me harshly. What was his deal? But I didn't want to make him madder. I ran downstairs and got a bucket from under the sink. I filled it up with warm water and held the handle with two hands.

After a struggle getting up the stairs, I raced through the door and placed it next to Alex. Hopefully his temper has gone down.

"About damn time." He muttered under his breath.

Yeah, I don't think it did.

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After hours of Alex's constant insults, we had finally managed to get Jason clean of cuts. Yet the bruises were still gruesome. We had the water and Tylenol ready for Jason when he woke up.