Chapter 36
When Edward left, I got out of bed and started helping Barbie picking up the crap from the floor.
"You're supposed to be in bed," he huffed.
"Yeah … I know," I said as I looked up at him. His nose was crooked and it was bleeding. I offered him the torn sheet in my hand. "You're bleeding." When he didn't take the cloth, I held it up to his nose. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you into trouble or hurt. I was just worried about my brother. I wasn't thinking … I just wanted to help him."
Barbie took the rag from me. "It's okay … Edward was right. I should have known better. I knew you would try something, I just didn't expect you to hit me over the head."
I winched. "How is your head?"
"Pounding," Barbie said reaching to touch it. "But I've had worse."
I nodded, unsure what to say.
"You're bleeding," Barbie said as he gently grabbed my wounded arm.
I looked down to see the blood hoodie was now covered in blood.
"Yeah … I am, think I ripped my stitches."
"Take it off."
I did as he asked without question.
The badge was soaked and there was blood running down my arm. Barbie guided me over to the bed and sat me down. "I can stitch it back up or we can call the doctor, but if we call the doctor then Edward finds out. What do you want to do?"
I was surprised that he would offer to help me, after everything I had done to him, but grateful at the same time. I definitely didn't want to have to deal with another Edward episode. "You do it please, but give me something for the pain first."
Barbie went into the en-suite and came back out with a bottle of scotch and a small medical case. He handed me the bottle and then began to remove my bandage.
"I get the feeling that this isn't your first time."
Barbie smiled. "I've patched Edward up a few times."
I took a long drink from the bottle; the bitter taste stung my throat.
"I'm gonna have to remove the old stitches first," Barbie said as he cut the end and began to put them out.
I bit down on my lip, the fucker hurt.
When he had finished, I took another long drink of the bottle, welcoming the warm buzz it provided me.
"Ready?"
I nodded, hissing as he pushed the needle into my skin and began to sew me up.
"You better make a good job of that," I joked. "I don't want any scars."
Barbie smirked. "I'll try my best."
When he was finished, he helped me into bed.
The blood loss and alcohol wasn't a great mix.
I think I passed out the second my head hit the pillow.