xxi feel so damn worthless
xxanother day is gone
xxand all my faces are alibis
xxand me, i’m half the man I wanted to be
“Yeah, I dropped a glass, cut myself trying to clean it up. It looks worse than it actually is,” he said, not sure about the last part. He hadn’t stopped long enough to look at it, but he didn’t think that it was deep enough to need stitches. But to demonstrate, he unwrapped the towel from around his hand and was glad that it didn’t even look too bad. “I can patch this up. But you’re right, we need to get Autumn to the hospital. If you get her stuff together, I’ll clean myself up and I can call a taxi.” He would offer to drive them, but there was too much alcohol in his system. He could feel it weighing at the corner of his mind, lingering like a heavy fog. The part of him that wanted to kiss Jake again, tell him that it would be okay, tell him that he could help. But none of that seemed true.
He pulled his hand away, putting his good hand on Jake’s shoulder for a moment again, before going back into his bathroom. He took a deep breath and took a closer look at the cut, using the light on his phone to examine it. Not too deep, but opening and closing his palm was going to hurt. Ideally, it probably did need a stitch or two, but he didn’t have anything suitable. Instead, he dug out some surgical tape from his first aid kit, taking longer than he would have liked to fix it up and wrap it with a bandage. But eventually he was done and went back out to check on Jake and Autumn.