#craigcahn

YES. BACK IN TOWN BABE.

Brian⛳️: “I—(Dadsona)! What happened?” Brian gasped, catching you with ease as if he were expecting it. He was exceptionally quick with how he got you inside.

“I don’t— I cant talk about it. N-not right now, I’ll tell you what happened later just…”

“Okay, okay we’ll talk later.” Brian interrupted, “Daisy! Can you get some bandages from the bathroom?” He called out. He didn’t leave your side for an instant, holding your hand and asking you were it hurt the most.

Daisy appeared at the door moments later with more than what Brian had asked for.

“Bandages aren’t going to fix anything on their own, dad. I don’t know what happened or what kind of injuries we’re taking care of here, but just bandages aren’t going to fix anything.” She explained, laying down the equipment she had collected onto the coffee table in front of you and Brian.

“I, uh, yeah I suppose you’re right.” Brian laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head while giving your hand a light squeeze.

Mat🎶: Mat struggled slightly but managed to pull you up, not speaking at all as he pulled you inside. It wasn’t until he laid you down you noticed he was crying, but he turned away before you could speak. Mat entered the room with what looked to be like everything in the bathroom he could find.

“O-okay, don’t freak out.” He spoke to himself before turning to you, ”I’m not g-going to ask, okay? I’m j-just gonna put some bandages on you and then take you to t-the hospital. Are you okay with that?” Mat asked, his voice was shaky and full of fright which caused an even more painful guilt wave to wash over you.

“Yes.” You croaked before adding, “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, you didn’t do this to yourself, did you?” Mat lightly chuckled, offering you a weak smile as he cringed at the sight of blood. You tried to reach up to give him a hug but he was quick to put you back down.

“Bandaids first, hugs later.”

Joseph💒: “(Dadsona)!— I wasn’t expecting this.” Joseph winced, pulling you up to stand straight and practically dragging you inside.

“Neither was I,” You coughed as you tried your hardest to walk. Joseph moved a few kids toys before letting you rest on the couch. He nervously giggled before pulling his phone out of his pocket and calling an ambulance.

“You’re in such a bad condition, how you are you calm?” Joseph asked, his eyes wide at your horrid state as he was left on hold.

“The same way you’re so panicky?” You replied, your tone questionable as you weren’t sure what you were really on about.

Joseph just sighed, his breath sounded shaky and you started to realise how much emotion he was actually covering. As he spoke to an operated you heard his voice trembling and swore you saw him wipe his eye at some point.

“You’re really brave.” You whispered, partly because he was still on the phone and partly because that’s all your voice could handle. He weakly smiled and shook his head.

“Not as brave as you.” He mouthed

Robert🥃: “What the fuck—“ Robert gasped as you collapsed. You tried to say you’re sorry but the pain enabled you from speech. All you could do was lay as your boyfriend dragged you inside and put you down on the bed.

“Who did this to you? Who do I need to kill?”

“Rob.. I… I’m sorry—“

“Who was it?” Robert repeated, his voice stern.

“I don’t know who they were!” You exclaimed in frustration before brewing into a fit of coughs. Robert groaned before fiddling around with his pockets, presumably trying to find his phone.

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry. I just wanna beat whoever did this to you, but that can come later.” Robert said, dialling the number of what you assumed to be the ambulance. You were surprised at how understanding and calm he was being, but didn’t complain.

Hugo🤼‍♂️: He almost collapsed too from the surprise but kept you up right until he could get you to the bedroom. As he heaved you onto the bed you tried to start explaining but Hugo was quick to shush you.

“Ernest!” He called out, walking out of the bedroom.

As Hugo spoke to his son and informed him what was going on you concentrated on your breathing, trying to distract yourself from the pain of your bruises and cuts. You didn’t take you eyes off the ceiling as you heard him renter, Ernest in toe.

“What do you want— Woah! What happened?” Ernest exclaimed as if it were the most amazing thing he had ever seen.

The silence in the room indicated Hugo was probably death staring him but after a moment he came into your field of vision.

“Ernest is going to call a doctor—“

“I am?”

“Yes.” Hugo snapped sternly. “I’m afraid they’ll take too long though, I don’t want to leave you like this for that amount of time.”

“W-what are you s-suggesting?” You stammered.

“Wait here. I’ll be back.”

Craig🥇: “Bro!” Craig exclaimed in shock but catching you with ease as if he were expecting it. “What happened?—“

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

He picked you up and carried you inside as carefully as possible, “Well you’re gong to have to.”

Before you could respond you heard footsteps coming down the hallway and towards yours and Craig’s bedroom.

“(Dadsona)’s home!” The shouted and you immediately recognised them to be Hazel and Briar’s voices.

“You better get ready to play softball with us, you lost the bet remember?” Briar continued on. As the two girls entered the room both of their voices dropped from excitement to silence.

Before either of them could ask anything Craig was quick to turn around and usher them out of the room.

“(Dadsona)’s not in the best state or mood to pay up for the bet he lost.” You heard Craig say before laughing nervously. You saw him kneel down in front of the twins as they attempted to peak behind him. “But I promise he’ll be totally ready soon, alright?”

“Is he gonna be okay, Dad?” Hazel questioned, worry lacing her words.

“Of course he will be,” Craig replied before standing up and closing the door. He turned to you and rushed to your side.

“Bro, you have to tell me what happened.” He pleaded, a flash of guilt showing with his expression. You hated to see him so upset and stressed, you wanted more than anything to tell him.

“I can’t.” You responded before drifting out of consciousness.

Damien🥀: Damien couldn’t even speak before the two of you were on the ground. He wasn’t all that strong and struggled to get you off of him, even with you trying to move.

“Um, the fuck.” Lucien’s voice came from the top of the staircase with the sound of his fast footsteps quickly following.

“Lucien, langu— Never mind, just help get him off me.” Damien spoke surprisingly calmly. Lucien was already at his father’s aid before he finished his sentence. With ease the teenager lifted you up and rolled you over gently.

“Oh dear, what do we do?” Damien let out a shaky breath, “What happened?”

“Don’t worry about that.” Lucien snapped with a sarcastic tone, making Damien frown. “Just go get the first aid kit or something, I’ll move him to the couch.”

You began zoning in and out of consciousness as you were moved. As you were laid down you kept trying to reach for Damien but he seemed so far away. He noticed this and reached for your hand, intwining your fingers.

“I’m sorry, Dames.” You spoke, your voice raspy and torn.

“Don’t fret yourself, (Dadsona), especially not while you’re in this state. I will speak to you more about the situation later, we just need to focus on your health right now.”