7 Say what now?

"What are you doing here anyway?" I asked Clay.

"I kinda left something here," He started.

"What?"

"You, haha," He laughed.

I frowned and pushed his face away. He continued to laugh. I retracted my hand and crossed my arms.

"I was just trying to lighten the mood and make you calm a bit about your wound," Clay softly looked at me and spoke seriously. "The calmer you are, your heart won't beat so much and you'll bleed slower."

"That actually makes sense," I said, looking confused.

"What? I can't make sense?"

"No, you can't, pretty boy. And, no, that was not a compliment," I smiled.

"Anyway, we should put pressure on the wound," Clay suggested.

"Yeah."

He grabs a washcloth and applies pressure to my back where blood was being soaked into the fabric. Charlie had already gone to work, so we were alone together. He asked me if I had any supplies to treat a wound like the one I had. I explained that I had some bandages and cleansing wipes for this kind of thing in my bathroom. He brought them and helped me to treat it properly. We didn't talk much during the process and I'm glad. He can be really annoying sometimes. But I have to admit, he can be nice. I know I just met him, but I can't get close to him.

"Feeling better?" Clay asked.

"Yeah, a bit. My head kinda hurts though," I responded.

"You should rest."

"I just woke up," I looked at hit with a strait face.

"Well then, why don't you tell me what happened exactly?"

"I had this really strange dream," I explained.