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My Tourniquet
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Chapter 13
12.05pm. Just gone midnight and for the first time in over four hours the house was silent, excluding the talking emitted from the Television as Friends re-runs played quietly. Gerard listened carefully; a laugh interrupted his concentration, so he muted the TV and walked slowly and quietly up the stairs. One step. Two steps. Left Foot. Right Foot. Gerard concentrated on creating as little noise as possible just in case the raven-haired woman was sleeping. He was concentrating so much he missed the door separating their room from the hallway. 'Damnit' he scolding himself, as he slowly crept back to the door.
He winced as the door creaked and groaning from the pressure of being opened. The room was dark, save for a dim light being produced by the lamp on Amy's side on the king-sized bed. The woman in question was currently curled up in a ball on the bed, her breathing almost forced, her eyes closed, she looked almost as though she was actually peaceful. Gerard maneuvered himself around the room, dodging the clothes, hangers, and the phone scattered around the room. He paused to look inside the bathroom, which was also a mess, bottles littered the floor, pills were spilt and Gerard prayed that Amy had taken any. He looked to the mirror to see it smashed; blood tainted the edges of broken glass where Amy had obviously hit it with great force.
Gerard sighed and made his way over to the side of the bed that Amy was facing, his side, and setting himself onto it, careful to not make it move too much. He gazed at the pale, sweating woman on the bed, directing his gaze to her hand to notice a ball of red stained tissue was being clenched in her small fist. He directed his gaze back to Amy's face and carefully placed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, this was enough to stir the sleeping angel, her eyes fluttered open and she groaned, rubbing her eyes to remove them of sleep as she sat up slowly. She took in her surroundings before noticing Gerard, who was currently sitting next to her, frozen in case she lashed out.
"Gerard" she said, almost in a whisper, but not on purpose her voice cracked as se reach out to him with her un-wounded hand, he took it carefully, not saying anything as he gently pulled her towards him in an embrace, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" she repeated over and over again as memories from the morning plagued her mind,
"Shhh" he said as he stroked her tangled hair, before pulling her away from him, lifting her head to meet his eyes, "This isn't your fault okay" he said, somewhat forcefully. She said nothing and Gerard sighed, it was going to be hard to convince him of this, so he dropped it for now and picked up her wounded hand, "This was kind of stupid wasn't it" he said quietly, she smiled slightly and looked at her hand as well,
"Yeah, I guess it was" she said softly, her voice croaking. She winced and squeezed her eyes shut when Gerard removed the tissue, which was dried onto her skin from the blood,
"It will only hurt for a bit" he reassured her, trying to remove it with as much care as possible. It came free and he looked carefully at the cuts on her hand, shards of glass were still stuck in the wounds. Gerard took her other hand and stood up, pulling her up with him,
"Come on, let's get this cleaned up eh?" he said, again having to maneuver the both of them around the scattered item's on the floor to get to the bathroom. He used his foot to clear a path from the doorway to the bathtub and then to the toilet, he sat Amy on the toilet and found a pair of tweezers on the floor; a victim of Amy's rage, he washed them under the hot water tap and set to work on removing the glass shards from Amy's skin,
"Now I want you to keep hold of my arm" he gestured to the arm that was attached to the hand holding Amy's injured one, "And if it starts to hurt then just grip as tightly as possible okay?" she nodded and took a deep breath as Gerard started on the smaller cuts. She winced a couple of times but didn't grip onto him tightly so he started on the first deep cut in the centre of her hand, she whimpered slightly as the first shard was removed, she gripped at his arm and held her breath as the second larger one was removed and simply winced for the other few.
It was the final, deepest cut and this one hurt her most, by the time he was finished she had tears running down her cheeks and Gerard was sure he would have bruises on his arm from her grips. He kissed her forehead and released her hand,
"Okay, you did great Amy" He said, looking into her eyes, "Now we have to clean it out" he finished as he started scouting through the cabinets under the skin and producing a bottle of TCP and a packet of cotton pads, luckily the cuts weren't bleeding heavily so Gerard started straight away. Amy hissed and winced and was near sobbing by the time he was done and Gerard gathered her into his arms,
"Shhhh baby, it's okay" He said softly, kissing the top of her head every now and then, carefully leading her back to the bed and letting her curl up on his lap, almost silent sobs came from her body and Gerard knew she would want to talk about everything, but it would wait until morning, Gerard began to softly sing to her, in order to calm her down,
"Hand in mine, into your icy blues
And then I'd say to you we could take to the highway
With this trunk of ammunition too
I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets..."
Eventually Amy's breathing calmed down to a steady rhythm that Gerard recognized as peaceful sleeping. He gently removed her from his lap and tucked her into bed, kissing her on the head he whispered,
"You're an angel, don't you cry"
12.05pm. Just gone midnight and for the first time in over four hours the house was silent, excluding the talking emitted from the Television as Friends re-runs played quietly. Gerard listened carefully; a laugh interrupted his concentration, so he muted the TV and walked slowly and quietly up the stairs. One step. Two steps. Left Foot. Right Foot. Gerard concentrated on creating as little noise as possible just in case the raven-haired woman was sleeping. He was concentrating so much he missed the door separating their room from the hallway. 'Damnit' he scolding himself, as he slowly crept back to the door.
He winced as the door creaked and groaning from the pressure of being opened. The room was dark, save for a dim light being produced by the lamp on Amy's side on the king-sized bed. The woman in question was currently curled up in a ball on the bed, her breathing almost forced, her eyes closed, she looked almost as though she was actually peaceful. Gerard maneuvered himself around the room, dodging the clothes, hangers, and the phone scattered around the room. He paused to look inside the bathroom, which was also a mess, bottles littered the floor, pills were spilt and Gerard prayed that Amy had taken any. He looked to the mirror to see it smashed; blood tainted the edges of broken glass where Amy had obviously hit it with great force.
Gerard sighed and made his way over to the side of the bed that Amy was facing, his side, and setting himself onto it, careful to not make it move too much. He gazed at the pale, sweating woman on the bed, directing his gaze to her hand to notice a ball of red stained tissue was being clenched in her small fist. He directed his gaze back to Amy's face and carefully placed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, this was enough to stir the sleeping angel, her eyes fluttered open and she groaned, rubbing her eyes to remove them of sleep as she sat up slowly. She took in her surroundings before noticing Gerard, who was currently sitting next to her, frozen in case she lashed out.
"Gerard" she said, almost in a whisper, but not on purpose her voice cracked as se reach out to him with her un-wounded hand, he took it carefully, not saying anything as he gently pulled her towards him in an embrace, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" she repeated over and over again as memories from the morning plagued her mind,
"Shhh" he said as he stroked her tangled hair, before pulling her away from him, lifting her head to meet his eyes, "This isn't your fault okay" he said, somewhat forcefully. She said nothing and Gerard sighed, it was going to be hard to convince him of this, so he dropped it for now and picked up her wounded hand, "This was kind of stupid wasn't it" he said quietly, she smiled slightly and looked at her hand as well,
"Yeah, I guess it was" she said softly, her voice croaking. She winced and squeezed her eyes shut when Gerard removed the tissue, which was dried onto her skin from the blood,
"It will only hurt for a bit" he reassured her, trying to remove it with as much care as possible. It came free and he looked carefully at the cuts on her hand, shards of glass were still stuck in the wounds. Gerard took her other hand and stood up, pulling her up with him,
"Come on, let's get this cleaned up eh?" he said, again having to maneuver the both of them around the scattered item's on the floor to get to the bathroom. He used his foot to clear a path from the doorway to the bathtub and then to the toilet, he sat Amy on the toilet and found a pair of tweezers on the floor; a victim of Amy's rage, he washed them under the hot water tap and set to work on removing the glass shards from Amy's skin,
"Now I want you to keep hold of my arm" he gestured to the arm that was attached to the hand holding Amy's injured one, "And if it starts to hurt then just grip as tightly as possible okay?" she nodded and took a deep breath as Gerard started on the smaller cuts. She winced a couple of times but didn't grip onto him tightly so he started on the first deep cut in the centre of her hand, she whimpered slightly as the first shard was removed, she gripped at his arm and held her breath as the second larger one was removed and simply winced for the other few.
It was the final, deepest cut and this one hurt her most, by the time he was finished she had tears running down her cheeks and Gerard was sure he would have bruises on his arm from her grips. He kissed her forehead and released her hand,
"Okay, you did great Amy" He said, looking into her eyes, "Now we have to clean it out" he finished as he started scouting through the cabinets under the skin and producing a bottle of TCP and a packet of cotton pads, luckily the cuts weren't bleeding heavily so Gerard started straight away. Amy hissed and winced and was near sobbing by the time he was done and Gerard gathered her into his arms,
"Shhhh baby, it's okay" He said softly, kissing the top of her head every now and then, carefully leading her back to the bed and letting her curl up on his lap, almost silent sobs came from her body and Gerard knew she would want to talk about everything, but it would wait until morning, Gerard began to softly sing to her, in order to calm her down,
"Hand in mine, into your icy blues
And then I'd say to you we could take to the highway
With this trunk of ammunition too
I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets..."
Eventually Amy's breathing calmed down to a steady rhythm that Gerard recognized as peaceful sleeping. He gently removed her from his lap and tucked her into bed, kissing her on the head he whispered,
"You're an angel, don't you cry"
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