Jund walked up to Cry's door and rang the doorbell. When he wasn't answered within three seconds, his patience ran out and Jund began banging on the door.
"Cry! Open the door!" he shouted. Jund huffed when he still stood there for some time. "God damn it, Cry!"
Jund pulled out the spare key Cry had given him and unlocked the door himself. He walked into the quiet house closing the door behind him. Looking around the place, he became increasingly concerned with the lack of response from his friend.
"Cry?" Jund called out again. 'He's got to be here somewhere, he wouldn't go out today'.
Jund continued calling out Cry's name, walking carefully through the place sensing that something was definitely off. His breathing stopped as he saw drops of blood between the corner of the hall and the bathroom.
"Cry?" Jund called out yet again, his voice wavering slightly. Seeing the bathroom door open, he pushed it in and looked inside. His jaw went slack as he saw the shattered mirror and blood on the wall, counter, and floor.
"Cry!?" Jund ran down the hall following the blood trail until he came upon the unconscious heap of a body that was his friend. Jund kneeled down beside the body, shaking him slightly. "Cry? Cry are you awake? Please answer me."
A groan came from the collapsed Cry and Jund let out a shuddered laugh when Cry's eyes cracked open.
"Jund. . . why are you here?" Cry weakly spoke out.
"It's alright buddy, I'm just going to call an ambulance-"
"No!" Cry croaked out rather loudly "Jund, don't!"
"W-why?"
"Just trust me bud, you shouldn't do that. I'm fine. Just a bit of a headache. I just need some Ibuprofen or something."
"Al-alright but I'm calling Russ and Snake right now."
"No please, that's not necessary, you don't need to- Jund! Call them! Please! Ah!" Cry's head tipped back and his face contorted in pain.
"I'm going to call them right now. Now come one, let's take care of that head of yours."
Red and Russ were the first ones to arrive. Snake had a much longer drive than them. When Jund had called Russ, Russ immediately ran out to his car to get Red and drive over in record time. Jund thought that they must have broken at least 50 traffic laws to get to Cry's house in just under an hour. It seemed almost impossible with the fact that Russ also had to pick up Red.
Red worked quickly on cleaning up the repair work Jund had hastily put on Cry's head. Russ went over to comfort a shook up Jund.
"Hey, Scott, are you going to be alright?" Russ waved his hand in front of Jund's blank expression. Jund snapped out of his thoughts to glare at Russ.
"Yes. I'd say I'm doing 'alright' considering I'm not the one who just broke a mirror with their face!" Jund shouted in anger. Seeing Russ's shocked face he backed down, looking away and down. Russ followed his stare to see some cleaning supplies sitting against the floor.
"Scott. . . did you clean up the mess?"
"Y-yes. . ."
"Scott-"
"He made me do it!" Jund shouted resulting in a death glare from Red who was putting an asleep Cry down on the couch.
Russ squinted his eyes in confusion. "What do you fucking mean he made you do it? You hate cleaning and are you telling me you just let him bleed while you scrubbed up his blood? Why the fuck didn't you call an ambulance!?"
Jund shook his head "No, I fixed him up the best I could before I cleaned up the hall and bathroom. He kept saying 'Clean up the blood, Jund.' over and over and over again in this terrible monotone voice. I just wanted him to stop." Jund was shaking by the time he finished. Red and Russ shared a look as Russ stepped back to actually look at Jund for the first time since they arrived.
In their rush to take care of Cry, they had not taken in all the blood all over Jund. His hands were clean from washing up the hall and bathroom but other than that, he looked like a mess. Blood stained his shirt and his jeans. His knees were covered from kneeling down to wake up Cry. His arms were slightly better but he had streaks going up his forearms from carrying his friend and bandaging him up. Red's eyes stopped wandering when she saw part of Jund's arm bandaged.
"Scott, why is your arm wrapped up?" Red asked walking away from the sleeping body on the couch and closer to the blood stained Jund.
"H-he broke a mirror and I got cut up on the pieces when I tried cleaning them up." Jund looked at the floor.
"What do you mean he broke a mirror? Is that how he got all the cuts on his face?" Jund and Russ nodded to Red. "Oh my god."
Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. They all turned to look as Snake walked in.
"Howdy-" Snake stopped dead in his tracks to see an unconscious, bandaged up and bloody Cry asleep on the couch. The three watched as he slowly walked over to him and lifted up Cry's limp arm. "So you weren't lying. . ."
"Of course I wasn't fucking lying!" Jund snapped at him.
"Calm down, Colonel. Is he. . . asleep?"
"Well he isn't dead, Red made sure of that." Russ pulled his girlfriend beside him and gave her a smile. Jund rolled his eyes. Snake focused on Cry, checking him over. His brows furrowed in concentration as he checked Cry's eyes, breathing and pulse.
"He doesn't seem like he's sleeping exactly, but he also isn't dead. He looks like. . . he looks like someone just turned him off or something."
"I mean I don't think Scott is that ugly- ow!" Red cut off Russ with a smack to his arm. Jund scowled at them.
"Listen you son of a bitch this isn't time for jokes, something is majorly wrong with Cry and I-" Jund froze as a pair of strong hands rested on his shoulders.
"Lay down, you need to relax" came Snake's deep voice from behind him. Jund shrugged his hands off his shoulders.
"Whatever, the guest room is a mess so if you need me, I'll be in Cry's room."
The others nodded and watched as he disappeared around the corner.