Hey guys, after this chapter I was going to upload the next one, but damn microsoft word deleted it! FAHK! *grumpy face* Anyway enjoy and stuff...
Feeling very satisfied with myself, I call Toby.
"Toby!" I yell.
He's inside the room in less than a minute.
"Can you help me up?" I ask. My legs have become tangled up in my blanket as I had moved to the swivel chair.
He carefully positions his arm under my arms, and pulls me up. I stagger, and almost fall over as the blanket refuses my feet the right to move.
It hurts my ankle mildly.
As Toby lifts my body up, I bat at the blanket with my free foot, the good one.
It lets go of my socked foot and drops, in what I consider a depressed manner.
Toby keeps me supported on my short journey back to the couch.
"Thanks," I say, as he slides me onto the couch.
"No problem."
I carefully adjust my body so I could raise my foot.
I eyed Toby while I relaxed.
He had really messy, brown hair, and the blue Tobuscus hoodie he was wearing fit him quite well.
The hoodie I was wearing was making me feel quite over-heated.
I unzipped it and shrugged out of it.
I wished I hadn't, because my arms were worse than the morning.
I grimaced as I inspected my arms, which were blotched by dark bruises, purple and blue and black.
But my eyes were drawn to a dark red line, going down from my shoulder almost to my elbow.
I took my jumper and turned the sleeve inside out.
A thick, blotchy red line was there, and I shuddered.
I turned to show Toby, but he had already seen, and his brows were drawn together, his knuckles white as he strained his fingers into tight fists.
He looked a bit scary, so I drew my eyes away from his face back to my arm, looking glumly at what is probably an infected cut.
I hear Toby leaving, and then he returns shortly.
I'm not looking at him, so I'm surprised when something wet is pressed on my hot forehead.
It's cold.
"You're over-heating," Toby says, using the wet towel to push my head down, onto the arm rest.
I keep my eyes locked on him as he starts patting my arm with another wet thing.
I incline my head so I can see.
It's a simple cotton bud, but wet, and he's dabbing at the dried blood, removing as much as it as possible.
How on earth had that man cut me? I don't think he was armed…
I watch Toby's face as he dabs the dried blood off my arm.
I'm surprised I haven't noticed, but he's quite good – looking. He has sideburns, which means that he's a gentleman. In all the books I read, anyway. (A/N: LOOK AT DEM SIDEBURNS)
His eyes were carefully trained on the cut, seeming quite focused.
I closed my eyes.
The cotton bud gently swabbed at my skin, soft and wet, removing the clumps of dried blood.
"So what game are you doing again?" Toby asks, lightly.
"Amnesia." I say. "Nothing better than getting the crap scared out of you for a first video," I offer, a smile twisting the corner of my lips upwards.
"Would you mind if I edited a few parts from that into the end of the Slender video so they could go to your channel?" Toby asks. He had already offered to edit them, since I couldn't be sitting down at computers for the whole day.
"Sure," I say. "Just post my video first so they have something to watch!" I smile, my eyes opening, and Toby grins.
So if you're wondering what happened in what WOULD of been the next chapter, pretty much just Jack brings Olga around for some filming and she brings some stuff for Juliet. Then Juliet and Olga chat and become friends. There.
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