Warning :) Lots of talking about blood, cuts, wounds, etc.

"What happened" I say as I help him stand up

"T-The guy, with the mask" Billy says, I can hear him trying not to cry

Ghostface

"Ok, we need to call the cops" I say, I don't want to, but it's what we should do

"No, it isn't deep enough to kill me, I'll be fine, just get the medkit" He groans, I feel bad for making him speak so much

"Fine j-just wait here" I don't argue,

I run up the stairs and into the bathroom as fast as I can, I tear apart the cabinets and finally find the medkit after a minute of searching.

I run back down and thankfully still see Billy standing, using the counter as support

I put it on the counter beside him and open it, I grab the rubbing alcohol and a cotton pad, I'm not a doctor, but I can try

"Lift up your shirt" I say, waiting for him

"Really? I could be dying and all you want is to see me shirtless?" He says sarcastically

I lift up his shirt because I don't wanna waste time, he grabs it after a second

"This is gonna sting" I say as I put the alcohol on the wound,

He winces

I hold it there for a moment before I grab an old rag from one of the kitchen drawers and dampen it with warm water

I try to gently clean around the wound while he holds his shirt up

"I'm sorry, I'm not very good at this" I say as I hear him grunting from pain

"I can tell" He says jokingly

I guess jokes is his way of coping

"Atleast it isn't deep. The bleeding has already stopped" I pause for a moment to think "I'm pretty sure that's a good thing" I say, trying to sound sure of it

"It is a good thing" He says chuckling

It takes a few minutes but I eventually get it as clean as I can

"This is gonna sting again, I don't want you to get an infection" I say as I put more rubbing alcohol on his wound

"Thanks for the warning" He says sarcastically as he winces again

I look around for a big bandage, I manage to find one that's about double the size of the cut

"Atleast you will have a cool scar" I say as I put the bandaid on

I start to clean up the mess I made and try to hide it all at the bottom of the garbage can, I don't know what to do with the small pool of blood on the floor

"I can get that" He says as he attempts to move

"No, you need to lay down or something, try to not move so your body can heal quicker" I think that's how it works

"No moving? That ruins my plans for tonight" He says as he chuckles

I ignore him and grab a bunch of paper towel, I start by putting a bunch of paper towel pieces on the blood and letting it soak it up

It takes like 5 minutes but after using the whole roll all the blood is gone, besides a tiny stain that I will clean another time

I grab a new garbage bag and stuff all of the bloody stuff into it along with the old garbage bag to cover it up

"I have to bring this outside, please don't die while I'm gone" I say as I pick the bag up

"I don't plan on it" He says jokingly

I walk out the door and I'm scared shitless, I didn't wanna show it in front of Billy, I dont wanna take this bag outside, but I can't risk my parents seeing it

I make it to the end of driveway without dying and throw the bag down, I slowly turn around, expecting to see Ghostfsce, but nothing is there

I walk back to the house, picking up the pace on my way back but trying to seem normal incase any of my neighbours are walking by.

As I walk inside I see Billy walking up the stairs

"Let me help you" I say as I walk over to him

"It's ok I can do it" He says, passive aggressively

"You just got stabbed, please let me help" I say, trying to not be pushy

"Fine" He sighs

I put my arm around him and hold some of his weight while we slowly walk up the stairs and into my room together

When we get into my room I look at him for a moment

"Want some of my clothes to wear?" I say as I look down at the big blood stain

He nods and I help him sit on my bed while I pick an outfit, I decide to just grab pyjamas and a sweatshirt, so that he can be comfortable

"Here you go" I say as I pass them to him and turn around

"You don't have to look away" He says,

"I'm just being respectful" I say jokingly

"Ok, but you're the one missing out" I can hear him smirking behind me

After a few minutes I turn around, he's still putting the sweatshirt on,

"Can I help?" I ask

He nods and looks upset

I walk over and help him put it on, it's probably hard for him to put his arms up. Once it's on I look into his eyes and grab his hand

"You look handsome, even after being stabbed" I whisper

"T-Thankyou" He says

"For what?" I ask, I haven't really done much

"For everything" He pauses as his voice cracks "No ones ever cared about me the way you do" He struggles to say.

"Get used to it" I say as I lean over and kiss his forehead