"Why does it matter?"
"Let me help you."
"I'd rather not," I spat.
"Fine!" she suddenly exploded. "Die on me! See if I care that you get tetanus! You big asshole!" She stormed out the door without even bothering to grab her coat. The door slammed shut, and I was left alone in the empty apartment, stunned more than I thought I'd be.
She had told me off. Someone had actually told me off. It was truly a shocking thing. Yes, the rest of my friends had criticized me before, but had never dared to step over that line I always had placed around me. Carly had not only stepped over the line, but she had spit in my face too.
Yet, the girl was right. Who knew what kind of diseases were on that piece of glass? I may have been nearly unstoppable when it came to wounds, but I surely wasn't immortal.
I walked down the tiled hallway and entered what appeared to be a bathroom. There was a tiny shower shoved into a corner, along with a small sink below a mirror and a toilet. Closing the door behind me, I made sure that it was locked-just in case Carly decided to come back. Sighing, I prepared to turn into "Doctor Zack". Not something I enjoyed doing, but there was no one else that could help me. Oh yeah, Lydecker. But he'd just as soon cut off my head and serve it on a platter as well.
Slowly, I shrugged out of coat and set it down on the closed seat of the toilet. Then I removed the shirt, which immediately caused tiny needles to jump up and down my back. Shit, shit, shit, what the hell was wrong now?
The shirt was nearly soaked with blood. When I dropped it in the sink, it made a sickening splat due to the heavy amount of blood that had been spilled on it. Great. Looks like I needed to get myself another shirt.
Twisting myself around, I examined the puncture wound by using the mirror as a guide. For an average human, it probably would've required at least three to six stitches. But me? Hell, just clean it up with a washcloth and everything's ready.
And that's exactly what I did.
Using a washcloth I found hanging in the shower, I blotted at the wound to remove the dried blood. Then, I looked at it again, cleaned it off some more, and decided that that would do.
That's when I realized I hadn't had a shower in a couple days…make it weeks. And, with a shower sitting right beside, what better opportunity than now? Carly surely was a little bit more than angry with me and therefore most likely wasn't coming back anytime soon. Perfect.
I stripped out of my ragged clothing and laid it on top of my coat. Stepping into the warm rain of shower water, I sighed, almost content with myself.
I had just gotten comfortable with the pounding water when I heard a knock at the door. Instantly I froze, and turned the water off. "Zack?" Carly was calling. "Zack? What are you doing?"