"huh?"

I locked eyes with him, taking note of the sudden fear that flashed in them.

"what?" I asked, digging my nails into his wrist. I suddenly let go after I pushed hard enough. "oops, guess I held on too hard." I shrugged, starring at his now bleeding wrist. "why don't I take you to my home, and we can get you taken care of?"

he didnt speak for a few seconds, probably still in shock. he was breathing heavily.

please say yes

"okay." he said quietly. "yeah, sure." he added quickly, shaking his head.

"great." I turned around, trying to use a softer tone to lighten the mood. "your lip is bleeding too, you know."

I didnt hear him reply, but I wasn't complaining. I hated hearing his voice, it was like nails on a chalkboard.

the walk to my house was quiet, just how I liked it.

when we got there, I glanced at him. "is it still bleeding?" I asked, unlocking the door and opening it for him.

"not that much anymore. thanks for this though, man." he said, forcing a smile. I smiled back.

"that's good to hear."

I locked the door behind us.