: DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own any thing that is The Evil Within including Characters and places. I only own the OC and the plot.
Chapter 7: Fix It
As I read the last word, I heard a familiar voice. "Hurts...hurts...hurts." Is what the voice said. I walked over to the voice and I found where it was coming from. Leslie was sitting there with a gash in his hand.
"Oh my sweet Leslie! What happened?" I said running to him and kneeling down to his level.
"Hurts...hurts...hurts...hurts..." Leslie kept repeating.
"Let me see." I told Leslie.
He stared at his hand as the blood filled up his palm, a pattern of flowing blood dripping on to the floor. He seemed captivated by the sight and yet at the same time in pain. He kept whispering that it hurts. I didn't know what to do or how he got the gash. What I did wonder is the blood on the wall is Leslie's or if it was someone or something else's.
Leslie looked at me with those achromic eyes, "Hurts..." He held his hand up to my face.
"I see. Let me find something to wrap that up." I told him.
I started to search the room. I could barely see anything. The lighting was very dull. The wallpaper was peeling from old age and the tiles on the floors were chipped and cracked. As I searched around for a piece of cloth for Leslie's hand I sound a crack mirror. I never really looked at myself in the mirror before. I thought I would might as well give myself a look over.
I looked through the mirror and saw my reflection. My eyes that were once a vibrant blue are now a hint of a glass like color. My skin was pale with scratches here and there. My lips are now blackish blue with a hint of red from tearing cause from how chapped they have gotten through the years. My hair was a matted mess. It was at one point a beautiful shade of blonde that is now a faded dark blonde. I've also lost so much in body mass. I'm so frail looking.
I hung my head not in shame but in shock. I couldn't believe it. My beauty has faded. What does Leslie see in me? Why would he want a person like me. Maybe it could be not in my looks. I started to search again for something to help Leslie's hand. I walked around til I found a sink; there was a rag inside of it. I did the best I could to wash and dry the rag. I put the rag over my shoulder and started to look for some tape to bandage my white haired friend with.
I looked around for a moment and saw a door. What lies beyond that door is a mystery. I walked up to the door slowly, took a breath, and then opened it. Luckily there was no one behind it. I then ran into the room frantically looking for any type of bandaging tape and behold, I found what seems to be the last of it. I ran back over to where Leslie sat. He was drawing on the floor with the small puddle of blood that came from his hand.
"I found stuff for your hand..." I paused and watched him for a second.
"Leslie...What are you doing?" I asked
"D...drawing...drawing...I'm drawing." He responded.
"With your blood?" I asked again
Leslie nodded. He is so precious. I took his hand that had the gash. It was still bleeding but not as badly anymore. I need to wash his hand. Leslie isn't going to like it. I had to ask him.
"Leslie. We have to wash your hand so I can fix it." I told him
"...fix it...fix it..." Leslie responded.
I helped Leslie up. I could tell he didn't want to go but he know he had to. I walked him over to the sink and turned the faucet on. I looked at Leslie. He looked at the flowing water then at me then back at the water. I took his hurt hand into mine and placed it under the water. Leslie jumped a little because the water was cold.
"It hurts!" Leslie yelled.
"I know but we got to clean it. I'm sorry." I hurried my pace
"Let go! Let go! It hurts! it hurts! It hurts!" He began to shout.
I let Leslie go. I felt terrible and I knew that would've happened. I sighed and walked over to Leslie who was in the corner of the main room with the blood on the floor.
"Leslie. I'm sorry." I let him know how I felt.
Leslie just looked at me like a tortured animal. I never really knew how bad it was for Leslie being at Beacon. He was there longer than me. He looked so traumatized. My heart shattered in two. I felt like I was the worst person on the planet. My poor sweet Leslie. What have those doctors done to you.
"Leslie..." I said with my voice cracking.
"I never meant to hurt you. I just wanted to fix you." I told him with tears running down my face.
"Fix you...fix you...fix...you.." He responded. Leslie then stood up and walked toward me slowly. He then wrapped his arms around me as to say he know how bad I feel. He held me for a moment then held his hand up to my face.
"It hurts..." He told me.
I nodded and smiled lightly, "Let's wrap that up."
I wrapped up his hand with the rag and the bandaging tape. I did the best I could with one hand. I think I did a pretty good job. Leslie and I then walked around for a bit. We talked for a while and we got to know more about each other. He kept going on about his home. It sounded so nice. I've never really had a home. Beacon was my home. I would love to go home with Leslie one day. I think it's what we both need. First thing to do is to figure out how to get out of here.