AN: THE FOWOLLING DEALS WITH SEMI GRAPHIC DETAILS OF SELF INJURY IF YOU DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE READING THIS OR WILL BE TRIGGERED BY IT PLEASE USE YOU COMMON SENSE AND READ SOMETHING ELSE FOR YOUR SAFTY.
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Chapter 3
Catherine tried to look into Sara's eyes but she found the floor immensely interesting. Catherine still held the cut and scar covered arm in hers she looked at it once more before she decided that it needed to be treated so since she still held the arm she started to lead Sara to the bathroom but Sara quickly pulled away. "Sorry Cath for wasting your time I'm just going to leave if that's ok with you?"
"No that is not alright with me." Catherine said sternly but soft at the same time.
Once again Sara started to look at the floor. Catherine sighed and held her hand out again it took Sara a few moments to decide what to do but to Catherine's relief she slowly raised her hand the older woman held on tightly as if never wanting to let go which was the last thing she wanted to do. After a few seconds standing there like that Catherine started to walk to the bathroom Sara's hand still securely in hers. Once they were there Catherine had to let go to cleanse and dress the wounds.
Sara sat on the edge of the tub waiting for the blond to return. She was lost in her own thoughts. Soon to Sara's relief Catherine returned first-aid kit in hand. Sara let out a sigh of relief as she walked in she had been abandoned too many times before she hoped with all her heart that Catherine wasn't like the rest of people in her life because she felt this strange connection to her no matter how much they fought it wasn't sexual but I don't know how to describe it. I never felt like this around somebody before.
Sara was snapped out of her thoughts after Catherine had removed everything she needed. "Sara can you please take your sweater off?"
"Oh yeah sorry about that I must of zoned out." Sara said slightly muffled by the sweater but Catherine understood what she said. "No. Its no problem." Catherine held out her hand so she could get a better look at what she would be dealing with. Okay nothing needed stitches she thought to herself but I'm going to have to clean them and wrap them.
After the older woman finished wrapping her right arm she reached for the other but as soon as she grabbed it, it started bleeding again she must have bent it the wrong way but to her surprise the other woman hardly noticed the bleeding. What did someone do to you to make you do this to yourself? Who did that to you? Because if I found out they would not be able to hurt you like this again. But Catherine dare not speak. What if there were more than what she saw on her friend's fair skin she decided to voice that opinion just in case.
"Is there any more than this?" Catherine nodded towards Sara's arms. Sara nodded faintly. "Will you show me?" Again another nod this time barely identifiable as a nod but Catherine understood. Sara slowly bent down and rolled up her pants leg. And then it hit Catherine like a ton of bricks the source of the sickness was an infection she never thought of it until she saw the cut swollen and red. She reached down to touch it, the second she made contact with the hot skin she knew.
"Sara, sweetie you have an infection. We are going to have to take you to the hospital is that okay?"
Sara reached for Cath's hand. Catherine was shocked at what Sara did. "You can't take me to a hospital you know I don't like them and if you go in with some thing like this you get treated like shit. I know from personal experience." Sara said in a pleading tone. Reluctantly Catherine nodded but she couldn't leave this untreated. She searched her brain for any other idea but nothing. Neither one of the women were going to like this.
AN: SORRY ABOUT ANOTHER SHORT CHAPTER BUT HEY 2 IN ONE DAY MAKES UP FOR THAT RIGHT? I THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD PLACE TO END.
