Here's the next chapter (don't really have an AN for ya'll, sorry)!
Hiro's P.O.V.
I gripped my arm with such force, I think I could've broken a brick.
I gasped, my grip faltering. My hand was red with blood, but I didn't dare touch Erika's bed for support. I didn't want for her to have more things to clean. I knew she already hated cleaning in the first place. Instead, I let the blood drip and seep into my pants. I could get new ones, anyway. They weren't even my favorite ones.
As Erika came back into the room with a handful of bandages, I lost my grip again, smearing it across my shirt.
"Come on," whispered Erika. She unwrapped the ball of bandages from her hand, and took a wet rag from the crook in her elbow. She lightly wiped the skin around the cut that was slowly drying, but I couldn't feel it. But as she wiped away the blood, she got really close to the wound. I gasped, drawing back in pain, making her jump.
As she settled down, a couple figures appeared in the doorway. I didn't pay very much attention to them; Erika had already turned and was trying to update them on my arm. Instead, I focused on my arm and the searing pain that shot through it every time it moved.
"This isn't the worst I've seen," said Erika's mom, kneeling beside me. I almost jumped; I wasn't expecting her to be back so fast. But I managed to stay put, letting her examine my arm. I ignored the pain, which was easier now, since Erika's mom wasn't moving my arm. She was simply looking at it, occasionally mover her head to get a better view.
"You don't need stitches again, but they didn't stay together long enough for it to heal." She explained. "We'll just have to wrap it, and hope the bleeding stops on its own. If it doesn't after about a half-hour, we'll go to the hospital. We'll just say he cut himself trying to help make dinner, since that will be around that time."
Erika nodded, handing her mom the bundle of bandages she had brought out of the bathroom. Erika's mother took them, smiling her thanks.
Erika's mother slowly rapped the white cloth around my arm, and I winced.
"It's supposed to be tight," said Erika. "It'll hopefully stop the bleeding. If it doesn't, then we go to Plan B."
"And what's Plan B?" Fred asked from behind me. I turned my head to look at him best I could, but could only see a little bit of his out of the corner of my eye.
"Plan B is when we take Hiro to the hospital, saying he cut himself helping to make dinner." Erika explained. "My mom just said this."
Fred nodded. "I wasn't paying attention."
"Again," I said, deciding I should contribute to the conversation. But I couldn't get my second word out before Erika's mom pulled the bandage tight again.
"I'm sorry, honey. It'll be over with before you know it."
I couldn't see how. If it would be over before I knew it, wouldn't it be over with already? Or maybe that's just something she says to her patients in the hospital all the time? Was she just trying to get me to calm down?
As she kept wrapping the bandage tighter and tighter, I could feel my fingers slowly get colder. I'm loosing circulation.
I tried to tell them that, but instead, I felt myself being pulled down. Something had started pushing me against the bed, and I could feel myself getting weaker. But I stayed with it. Until I saw the thing that was holding me down.
"You'll be with me soon enough, Hiro. Don't worry. I'm helping you come back. You don't need to fight. I'm right here . . ."
I'd know that voice anywhere, and there was only one word I was able to say before the room went black.
"Tadashi."
Erika's P.O.V.
"Hiro?" I asked. My mom had set him back on the bed, and I slowly watched the new bandages get soaked with blood. I thought I had heard him say something, but I couldn't quite understand. I decided that it was only my imagination.
"That's way too much blood to be loosing at one time," said Honey Lemon. I forgot she was also skilled in the medical profession, too.
My mom nodded. "Definitely. Someone get me more bandages and a couple old washrags."
I did as she said, but as I brought them back, I couldn't stand watching.
I stood out in the hallway, listening to my mom give out orders and instructions to the others that decided to stay in the room. I was slowly drifting into my own thoughts: What's going to happen to Hiro? That was a lot of blood . . . what if he bleeds out? What will happen then? Nah . . . he wouldn't. He couldn't. I won't let him.
With newfound confidence, I walked into the room.
It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I must've spent a lot of time in the hallway, because the older teens were sitting on the edge of one side of the bed, minus Honey. She was helping out my mom, trying to lean Hiro back into a more comfortable position with his head on the pillow.
"Hey, Rikky." My mom said, finally getting Hiro where she wanted him. "I got something for ya. And Hiro, too. for when he wakes up."
With that, she walked out of the room, leaving me to follow.
As we reached the kitchen, about 6 bags were propped up on the table. Mom grabbed two, handing them to me. I set them on the table, and inside one of them I found a lot of boy's clothes. I couldn't tell what was what without taking them out, of which I was not going to do. In the next, I found a bunch of bright purple, teal, and bright yellow colored shirts and a couple of really cool jeans. With one look at my mom I could tell they were for me.
"The rest are for the others." She nodded in the direction of my room. I nodded back, still digging through my bag of clothes.
I finished looking through the new pair of sneakers, shirts and jeans, looking at the clock. 4:47.
I laughed, earning a look of confusion from my mom. "Time flies." I said. "My friends will be here any minute!"
She simply smiled. "Then I guess we'd better get to work."