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I'm Bad At Life (Ronnie Radke)- Chapter 2
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I'm Bad At Life (Ronnie Radke)- Chapter 2 Slow and steady apparently. He had to rest multiple times and I seriously believed he made it on sheer stubbornness. I was silently thanking God and any higher power listening, that walking in the side door, after swiping my key card, we bypassed the front desk to the elevators. I had no idea how I would've explained his condition and why he wasn't at the hospital. I eased him on the bed. "Ok give me a minute," I said grabbing the bucket they supplied in the room,"I'm gonna grab some ice, be right back. Try not to move if you can help it." He nodded in pain and I slipped out the door. When I returned, he had rearranged himself on the bed, in what I assumed was a more comfortable position for him. I raised an eyebrow, but didn't jab at him about it. Grabbing a hand towel from the bathroom and wetting a washcloth, I rolled the ice in the towel and handed it to him. "Hold this to your eye. You're gonna have one hell of a headache if you don't already." "So it's as bad as it feels eh?" he tried to smirk and grimaced. "Pretty much." Kicking my shoes off, I knelt on the bed, trying not to jostle him too much and cleaned his lip that was now smeared with dried blood. It was pretty nasty, split open. Someone had got a good hit in. I tried to be gentle but even though he tried to stay still through my ministrations, he flinched a couple times. I had noticed through me playing nurse on his face, that he was holding himself stiff, his ribs must be hurting. His shirt was halfway<b> torn </font></b>off as it was and I was concerned what other injuries he had sustained that were hidden. "Ok, so look we might as well take a look at the rest of you to see what other damage is done," I said leaning back after I was finished with his lip,"so off with the shirt." "Nah, it's ok. I'm good." "Do I have to do it myself?" I put my hands on my hips, trying to look intimidating. I wasn't no shrinking violet, but next to him there really was no competition who looked tougher. Especially with his current condition, he looked it even more so. He sighed and leaned forward enough for me to slide the shirt up over his back and off his arms. I gasped as soon as he leaned back against the pillows. "I knew you just wanted to see me without my shirt," he teased. "No, Ronnie look." He glanced down, then did a double take. "Holy shit. No wonder I can barely move." His chest and abdomen were covered in bruises and cuts. I suspected he did have a broken or bruised rib or two. I sighed and carefully crawled off the bed to rinse the washcloth out. Ronnie suffered through the rest of my playing nurse for him in silence. I could feel his eyes on me while I tried to concentrate on patching him up the best I could and not let it cross my mind I was touching his bare chest - a guy I fantasized about a lot. Pictures and video really didn't do him justice. . Even for the show I'd finally caught, I wasn't near the stage so he was still from afar. For all this, my hands were surprisingly steady and I didn't show it outwardly how shaken up I was by this whole situation. What could've possibly caused this to happen to him and me to be the one to stumble across him? Questions for the universe. I leaned back with the soiled cloth in my hand,"I wish I had something to bind your middle. I guarantee your ribs took some hits and I remember reading to bind them. But I don't have anything." I frowned. He wiped a layer of sweat off his head,"It's ok. I appreciate what you did. At least it's all clean, shouldn't get infected." I nodded, then once again returned to the bathroom to rinse the washcloth out. This time I left it lay on the tub and grabbed a clean one, wetting that. I went to refresh the ice again in the towel for his eye, but he slightly shook his head. "It's fine. I think that's enough of that." I took it from his hand and laid it on the bedside table. Then I leaned over him and lightly wiped is face down, getting rid of the sweat that had collected through me treating him - an outward manifestation of his pain. His face was unreadable. I wondered what he thought of me and all this. Had to have been quite a shock waking up like that and a strange girl now helping him. I turned my phone on and started flipping through some pages. After a few minutes,"Girls and their phones. Can't stay away from them." "Oh grumble, grumble. I'm messaging some of your media pages and band members' pages. Maybe someone will see it and reply." "Oh..that's smart." "I'd offer you to sign into your stuff on my phone, but I doubt you trust me enough. So this was my next option." There was a silence to that declaration, then.."So what is my savior's name anyway?" I looked up and unintentionally made eye contact as he was staring at me intently. "Oh sorry, I'm Lynn." ------ Copyright 2017 Anyone want more? I sent an Angel to watch over you last night, it returned in a hurry. I asked why, it said "Angels can't watch porn." Thanks for fucking traumatizing my fucking Angel! Don't bother trying to figure me out. Not even the little voices in my head understand me. It's pointless! |
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