Letters to Anonymous | ✔️

7-pack

"Do you want me to hold that pack too?" Adrian asked, eyeing the beer pack that Claire held.

"No, you have one too." She said, gesturing to the pack he held.

"You sure?"

"Ade, I have an injured leg, not injured arms. I'm good, trust me." She said, rolling her eyes but also letting out a laugh at his courtesy.

"Oh that's true." He said and nodded. "That means you can hold this pack with your other hand." He said, grinning and holding out the other pack for her.

Claire rolled her eyes once more but laughed anyways.

It was almost 3 in the morning and despite how much the two were enjoying themselves, they were both feeling a bit tired and decided to call it a day.
They had gotten two six-packs for Claire's father and were now headed to Claire's house. Adrian was going to drop her off and then walk the rest of the way home.

They were about a little less than a 10 minute walk away from Claire's house when, in swinging the beer pack around for fun, Claire's pack hit her right on the wound on her leg. On instinct, both her hands cradled her leg as the beer pack in her hands flew to the ground.

"Ah, my God." She hissed out and Adrian immediately put the pack in his hands on the ground before rushing to help her.
His eyes widened as he saw a small red patch forming through her jeans on her thigh. "It's bleeding." He said, and helped her sit on the sidewalk.

"That means the stitches opened." She said, groaning.

"Stitches?!" He exclaimed in surprise. "I thought you said it wasn't that bad!"

"It wasn't." She reasoned, but she knew the situation was only going to get worse.

"Wait. That means that you had to stitch yourself up?!"

With no response, Adrian got his answer.
"Do you always have to stitch yourself up?" He asked, as he picked her head up with his fingers to make her look at him.

"Y-yeah." She said and gulped. "But it doesn't get to the point of stitches that often." She said, trying to reason again.

"That often?!" He exclaimed and Claire began to worry that the people in the houses around them were going to hear Adrian with the way he was yelling. "It shouldn't be happening, ever." He said, looking hard into her eyes.

Claire felt her eyes filling with water as she started to feel overwhelmed about the situation. She turned her head the other way and flicked her eyes around, trying to make the tears in her eyes disappear.

Adrian sighed and then looked towards the pack of beer he left on the ground. He got up from beside Claire to grab the pack and headed towards her again. He held out the pack to her, "hold it," he said.

Even though she felt confused, she grabbed a hold of the pack anyways.
He went to grab the other pack, but returned with only 1 bottle, since the others were all shattered and spilling everywhere. He moved as much of the glass he could onto a side and walked back to Claire.

He bent down, slipping one arm under her neck and shoulders and the other, under her legs and lifted her up with the beers sitting on her stomach.