Okay, this is a backstory on Trix. Um, nothing M yet, not till like chapter 3 or 4 (Sexual M).
(Trix POV)
God kriffing hell. I stared at my hand, seeing the blood start to rise to the surface and run into the sink. I turned on the water, trying to wash the blood down. There was a knock. I grabbed some gauze and pressed them onto the bleeding cut, opening the door with my elbow.
"Trix," It was Heavy, Fives and Echo.
"Hey, what's up?"
"What happened to your hand?"
"Nothing, just a cut, come in," I moved aside, letting the guys come in. "One sec." I went back to the bathroom, grabbing a needle, medical thread, a bowl of water, and fresh gauze. "Like I said, 's up?" I threaded the needle, and started to sew the wound shut.
"Do you have to do that in front of us?" It was Heavy.
"Sure, you have to get use to it. You'll be seein' lots of this in the 'front lines' as you put it." I could see Echo watching how I was sewing my hand. "What?"
"You're doin' it wrong."
"No shit sherlock. I'm not a medic."
"Well some one's pissy." Fives smirked at his comment.
"Yeah, well you try to sew your hand shut when you cut it." I shook my hand, going slower than before while I sewed carefully. Heavy smirked, seeing Fives and Echo's face drop.
"Anyway, the real reason we came here."
I didn't look up, focusing on my hand that was almost completely sewn. "We've been talking, and think that you should have someone here all the time."
"Like a nanny?" I was insulted, "You've got to be kidding me." None of them could look at me in the eye. "You're not. Oh my god!" I stood, finally finished sewing my hand, and the gauze on my hand. I was more than insulted. They thought I need a babysitter. "What the hell?!"
"Look, Trix, this is the third accident this month. You've been getting clumsy." Heavy looked at me, determination in his eyes.
"I haven't been paying attention, so what? It's not like I'm cutting my wrists trying to bleed out." I pressed the nail of my right hand, the good one, into my palm so I didn't completely explode.
"We're just trying to help you." Echo stood, trying to be the person to calm me down. "Look, even if you don't like it, we're here to help you. And if that means looking after you 24/7 then that's what's going to happen."
"Thanks, I guess, I don't know if thats an insult or a nice thing to say."
"You need a real medic, Trix, even if it isn't the best one, you need one anyways. Look, did you even disinfect that?"
That's what I was forgetting. "What do you care?"
"I'll take that as a no."
"Maybe I did!"
"Did you?"
"It doesn't matter."
"Yes it does. If you didn't then you could get an infection, and if it spreads, you could die."
"Doesn't matter, I'll just fix it myself."
"And look where that's gotten you so far. You're barely holding on." I growled, but I knew he was right. I needed real medical attention, what I was going couldn't cut it.
"Look, Trix," Fives stood also, "you NEED to see a medic. You're not even close to one. You barely know the difference between an incident and an accident."
"Sure I do."
"Then what is it?"
"Um, incident is when death happens?"
"See? You can't even lie about it confidently." I shook my head. I didn't want to hear more.
"Go."
"Trix-"
"Go. I'm fine and I don't need a Nanny." The last word had more venom then I meant it to have, but it got my point across.
"Okay, but if you need us, we're here." The three left, leaving me to the silence of the room and the light pattering on the balcony of my private room. I looked at the reflection on the glass. It was me, physically about 18, and I looked miserable. I was, and I knew it, but I was too proud to ask for help. It was going to get me killed one day, I knew for sure it would.