A/N This is my first ever attempt at any kind of fanfic, and im kinda nervous. There will be one more chapter to go, and it should be up tomorrow or the day after, though this probably can be read as a one-shot. Please please please review. OH YEAH. Before i forget, the fabulous NerdBurga has beta'd this for me, because she is cool like that. PS. if you R&R, you get virtual hugs. Not that I'm trying to bribe you or anything...
Disclaimer: Even though Jo and Ash are awesome, I'm just borrowing them. :(
Urgh.
"Dear Diary, I hate these ones. Kindly get rid of them?" Jo snorted to herself. "Yes, because you (a) have a diary, (b) write in it, and (c) diaries can get rid of delusions. Of course."
Shut up. Shut up shut up shut up.
"Yeah, because that always works"
Oh, screw this.
Jo stood up and went to her med box, where she kept the knife for exactly these circumstances. It was tiny, maybe 2 inches long, and curved. It was kept as sharp as all Jo's other knives, sharp enough to shave dry with, but it only had one use.
In, out, in, out, breathe, calm down, don't let the adrenaline take you over yet.
Jo also got out the alcohol swabs, butterfly stitches, sterilised gauze, and medical tape.
C'mon, hurry up.
No, I don't want this to scar more than it has too.
Fine, just do it quickly.
Jo quickly swabbed her upper thigh and knife with the alcohol swabs, and pinched her leg so that she could cut easier and quicker. She readied the knife, and blew out a breath in anticipation.
Jo placed the tip of the knife just above where she needed to cut, and sliced open the skin for about 2 or 3 inches. No pain just yet, so it was a good idea to work quickly before it set in. Jo again placed the point of her knife at the top of the incision, and sliced down on the white exposed flesh, that had barely started bleeding.
Argh. Ow. Fuck. Oh joy, now I've got the shakes.
Jo reached for the gauze, and wiped away the blood before it oozed its way onto the sheet. She then pressed the bloodied gauze to the cut, and applied pressure in an attempt to be able to see what she was doing, despite the blood.
Third time lucky…
Jo took a deep breath, steeling herself for the wash of cold, like someone poured a bucket of ice water into a hot bath that she knew the last gouge would bring. Doing her best to control her breathing, and adjusting her grip on her thigh, Jo dug in the tip of the knife, until she felt something faintly pop.
A-hah. Got it.
Tensing her hand so as to not lose grip or control, she dragged the blade down one last time, feeling the tugging of skin reluctantly parting. Feeling slightly lightheaded from the adrenaline and endorphin high, Jo considered leaving the wound open long enough to find something to eat. She had to get rid of the shakes.
But as she cut up an apple, the blood on her leg distracted her, causing her to only shake more. Jo abandoned the fruit to clean up.
Wiping up the last of the blood trail that had made its way down her thigh, down past her knee, and cleaning out the cut, Jo unwrapped the butterfly stitches and carefully pulled the skin closed. Jo then opened another packet of sterile gauze, and taped that down with medical tape.
Slowly breathing out, bringing her attention back to the waiting apple and having assured herself that the taint was gone, Jo called Ash.
"This is Dr Badass."
"Hey Ash."
"Jo! What can I do for you fine lady?"
"Remember that time you said that you could get your hands on psychiatric medication?"
"Yeah, I got a friend from MIT, why?'
"You probably aren't going to like this, but I kind of need some."
"Why?"
"Just, can you get hold of them?"
"Yes sirree."
"Good. Let me know when you have them."
"Hold on a min-"
Jo hung up.
TBC. hopefully.