Once you leave, I carefully get up, taking extra precaution not to step on any glass and I tighten the towel around my waist as I go over to the sink and run warm, but not hot, water and run my hand under it. I wash it out until the crimson stained water runs clear before putting some soap on the wound. I wince as it stings a little, but I let it clean the wound before I wash it off and turn off the water. I take one of the towels and press it to my hand. It's bleeding a lot, so I try to stop it. I didn't know blood bothered you, and I really don't want for you to get sick.
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I come back and knock once before entering the room, "How badly is it bleeding?" I ask, partially to prepare myself and partially so I know what bandage I need to use.
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I peek under the towel and wince. "I-it's...pretty bad..." I say honestly, making sure you know what to expect.
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"Okay," I say, bracing myself by taking a deep breath and walking over next to you, "We'll use the gauze for now and a bandaid later when it's not bleeding so much." I say, uncapping the antibiotic. "This'll sting a little but it'll help."
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"Look away...I'm going to wash it off again," I warn.
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"Alright," I say, grateful for your warning, and I look pointedly at the wall.
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I wash off the wound quickly before drying it off again. "Okay, quickly..."
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"I will," I say, quickly spreading the cream over the wound and smoothing it onto the open skin. I bite my lip as the cut begins to ooze again and my stomach twists.
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I see your face contort and frown. "Dongwoo-hyung, please stop and get air if you feel like you're going to..." I trail off, feeling genuinely worried about you to the point that I almost forget that I'm the one in pain. The cut stings badly as you rub the cream on it, but it helps...take my mind off other things.
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"It's okay, I'm almost done anyway," I reply lightly, though I close my eyes and take a deep breath before I can open them again. I finish putting the cream on and I place the gauze over the wound before wrapping the tensor around it, feeling much better once the sight of the blood is gone.
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"T-thanks..." I say softly, forcing a small smile as you finish bandaging up the wound. "And...I really don't mind cleaning up...you've done so much already..."
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"I don't mind cleaning up, there's no blood anymore so it's okay. You can go lie down if you want," I smile.
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I shake my head. "No. I want to help," I insist, not wanting to feel useless. I made this mess so I should help clean it.
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"We can do it together then." I settle on, not wanting to argue with you on this, especially so soon after a panic attack.
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"Okay, want me to get the dust pan? And is it okay if I...change first...?" I ask, feeling a little...exposed.
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"Yes please, and yeah...that might be good." I say, honestly having hardly noticed you were only in a towel, "I'll get started and you can meet me in here when you're changed."
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"Okay, I'll be right back." I get up and carefully walk out of the bathroom and go to our room before dropping the towel and getting dressed. I pull on an oversized tshirt that hides my boney body, a pair of sweatpants, and a hoodie. On my way out of the room, I slip on a pair of shoes without socks and grab a pair for you and bring them with me into the bathroom along with a dustpan.
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"That was thoughtful, thank you." I smile, bending down to begin cleaning up all the shattered glass.
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"You're welcome, hyung," I reply as I too kneel down and start helping you scoop up the glass - rather inefficiently since I only have my left hand at my disposal right now.
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I wrap a small amount of toilet paper around my hand as I begin to clean up the glass and I hand you some as well and encourage you to do the same so you don't get hurt again.
"Woohyun-ah will be upset that he can't look at himself in the mirror all day now. Maybe the rest of us will get some time in here." I joke, trying to lighten the mood. |
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"Thanks." I take the toilet paper and wrap my hand in it just as you did. I try to laugh at your joke, but it comes out strained and painful. "Ah...sorry I broke the mirror...I'll get it fixed...I don't know why...."
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"Don't worry about it, okay? It's no big deal; it's just a mirror. It got its revenge on your hand." I say as I stand up and pick bits of glass off the counter.
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I let us fall silent for a few minutes before I look up at you. "Thanks for helping me, hyung. With the panic attack, with my hand even though you're squeamish, with this mirror, with my...attempt...and with everything else in general. It means a lot and I don't thank you enough," I say before turning back to the glass on the floor and brushing some of it into the dustpan with the handheld broom.
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"It's really nothing," I say with a gentle smile as I look at you, "I just care about you and know you deserve to be shown love. It's really the least I can do."
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"We may have our disagreements on what I 'deserve,' but it's not nothing to me. I'm literally alive because of you. That's not 'nothing.'"
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"I just care a lot about you and I don't want to see you suffering or..worse," I explain with a warm smile, "I just want to help you as much as I can."
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"It helps to know someone cares," I admit, standing up to join you over at the sink with the dustpan.
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"I'll always care about you, and I'm always here for you." I smile, looking into your eyes briefly before I brush the glass I've piled into the dustpan.
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"Thank you," is all I say to you as we finish picking up all the glass. Hearing that you care about me is nice. It makes me feel a little less alone, but it does worry me more that I will only end up hurting you more. Once we finish cleaning up the glass I turn to you. "I think that's everything?"
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"I think so?" I say, scanning the room slowly before concluding that we got it all, "Alright, good."
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the emoji's look really cute //sobs 
so cute!
