#ghcstowns

Figures ; that in the HEAT OF THE MOMENT, he’s still thinking about the girl he screwed over the literal fucking knife jammed between his ribs, Avery’s calm stuttering within her chest, the same way a faded streetlamp might. On, off, in non-stop motion. Someone’s picked up and she’s trying to play this cool, drawing in even breathes, fingers wiping away the sweat and horror that comes down his face, and everyone’s watching as he bleeds out against her favourite dress and this has like... totally fucking ruined the night. But they promise someone’s on the way, and to keep him still, don’t take out the knife, and she promises not to.

                Like yeah FUCKING RIGHT!

But she’s gotta keep him talking, conscious, so that the blood loss isn’t what takes him, the responsibility of it all kinda fucking freaks her out, Avery’s voice dipping low, given that someone stopped the DJ and the lights have been flipped on.The place is a mess, and they only expose the DEPRESSING DETAILS beneath their halogen glow, the bouncers now herding other people out, and trying to clear the way for where the EMT team will burst in, like storybook heroes. “You can’t fucking die on me, pero, jesucristo, stop like, macking on women with boyfriends, you dunno which of them are going to pull this kind of shit!” she reads once that you need to elevate people in these moments ; or was that twisted limbs? 

She doesn’t know and the panic sort of makes a mess of her, his head against her knees, her legs stained with the red, red, red of his blood, looking up to see the emergency team as they come in, their features bathed in RED AND BLUE. “I’m coming to the fucking hospital with you, got it?”