Save Me

*Sarah's POV*

While Michelle disappeared with Brian's unconscious body, James helped me limp down the stairs and out the door. It wasn't long until he stopped and picked me up bridal style and walked at a slow pace. Where were we going?

The direction he was heading was the opposite of my house, maybe we were going to his? I hear his breathing become uneven and heavy, he was tired of carrying me, but I didn't say a word. I saw the muscles in his arms throb and contract, for as scrawny as he was, he was decently strong.

He sets me down gently and helps me hop towards a dark chocolate two story house. I do my best to focus on me walking, rather than the pain in my leg and the blood soaking my jeans.

James opens the door and helps me in before shutting it and practically pushing me on the couch in the first entry way. I mumble to myself feeling a sharp pain through my thigh, but keep to myself.

He leaves the room for about five minutes, then returns with a decent sized box and clicks it open.

"Strip." He commands, not even bothering to glance at me while he searched through the box.

I raise my eyebrows but comply with his demand. I didn't want to bleed out and die right here and now. Plus I was feeling decently guilty for staining the white leather couch with my blood.

It takes a large amount of effort to pull off my skinny jeans, but I manage. I turn my leg slightly to get a good look at the wound, which was too deep to actually just bandage, but I've done that many times with cuts.

"You're going to need stitches." James mentions nonchalantly.

I only nod my head and feel my head become lighter. My ability to focus on him opening up a sewing kit and beginning to clean my wound became increasingly difficult. It only took moments before I felt everything fade away and I knocked out.

Notes

I'm sorrrrrrryyyyy that this is so short but i promise another update this week.