#@sandy

until i read something like

hmm let me see…

“Please do not make Sandy hurt Charlotte bECAUSE HE TOTALLY WILL LIKE WITHOUT BATTING AN EYELASH OR ANYTHING”

Blood.

So much blood. Everything was red, smeared and smudged and caked and dried with the stuff. The smell of it hung in the air, sharp and heavy, leaving the taste of copper on Rory’s tongue.

When he moved a dull ache spread throughout his body, warming him from the inside out and making him feel as though his skin was aflame. Small groans of pain issued from his throat and he could not stop them; it was as though he’d lost all control over himself, save the ability to move in miniscule increments.

His vision was blurred and he had to squint against the lights, which felt as though they were stabbing into his eyes. When he made it to the edge of the bed he managed to lower himself to the ground, but once there he needed to rest for a good fifteen minutes before he could crawl, pathetically, into the adjoining washroom.

It was silent. Apparently they’d left him alone. Rory had little room in his mind, however, for anything aside from getting water into his sand-dry lungs. It took him a while but he finally made it to the bathtub; when he reached for the taps, his shoulders screamed at him in pain, but he forced through it and managed to twist the water on just a little, causing a small trickle to leak out.

Cupping his fingers, he took a small palmful of the water and brought it to his lips. The liquid burned against the half-formed scabs there and he groaned once again, but he drank it anyway.

Rory spent the next two hours like that, taking small drinks and resting his arms in between. When he felt up to it, he stood shakily, his palms gripping the edge of the tub so hard his knuckles turned white. He could feel the dried blood on his thighs and stomach cracking and peeling away, and when he finally got into the tub he had to lie there, panting, until the pain diminished enough for him to attempt to clean himself.

The water was cold, freezing, but it burned wherever it touched him. By the time he’d gotten the majority of the blood cleaned off Rory was shaking, his body wracked with silent sobs, his hands shaking from pain and humiliation. It took him three tries before he could even spread his legs wide enough to clean between them.

When he had finished he laid back, glad that they had at least kept the skin there intact. He couldn’t sit, could barely stand, could only lie there and feel hatred thrumming throughout his broken body. As his mind began to clear, one thought rang out, loud and distinct among the silence. It was something of which he was absolutely certain, something that he would never let go of, something that gave him the strength to get out of that tub and back into his clothes and out onto the cruel streets of Chicago. Through the pain that came with every step, one single thought stayed in Rory’s mind:

sandy-mckenzie said: i miss u come back to the internet sooooooon

Everybody needs to watch this Eddie/Sandy OTP fo lyfe