The brunette curled up in a ball and covered his ears due to the yelling but still shook his head. "James put out your arm!" Carlos repeated, louder and more angryily. James shook his head and held his arm close to his chest. "Put your arm out James." The Latino said sternly. He hated the stingy feeling it left on his wounds, it intensified everytime Carlos rewrapped his cuts. "I'm know I have to keep an eye on you and take care of you but you could make a damn effort to do what I said." He grabbed the rubbing alcohol and a rag. "Why don't you listen to me?" He continued on. "These damn cuts won't heal if you keep picking at them! You didn't re-wrap them either!" The Latino raised his voice slightly, making James flinch against his touch.Ĭarlos pulled him into the bathroom and sat him down on the toilet while he looked for the first aid kit. He looked at Carlos but the shorter male was too busy cleaning up his mess to look back. "Damn it James!" He squeaked, James snapping out of his trance. It stained his finger tips as he tried to clean it off. And deeper.Ĭarlos ran over and moved his hand away, seeing the sticky blood smear slightly. Blood slowly trickled down his arm and staining the sleeve of his shirt. His sharp nails dug into the wound, reopening it. James started to pick at the scabbed over cuts on his wrist, something he'd do without realizing it. He didn't interact with anyone he didn't have to and just. Instead of the usual talkative, out-going James Diamond that everyone was used to, he became more quiet. He'd stare off for hours, sometimes even days. After what happened on the tour bus, he was never really the same. Most of James's problems were manly due to trauma. "James, Kendall's-" He stopped, feeling the taller male's eyes on him. The brunette looked over, the Latino looking like he had just seen a damn ghost. He got out of James's grasp and quickly ran into the closet. James pulled him close, running his hands through the fluffy whisp that was the blonde's hair. "Please don't." He sounded almost scared. "The medication makes you act funny," Kendall pleaded, still clinging to the teen. James didn't seem to notice and continued his conversation. The door creaked open, Carlos peering his head in like a shy cat. ![]() ![]() "Just skip em for once, no one will notice." The blonde continued, gripping his arm tightly. He stumbled away from his bedroom door, sighing in annoyance. "As much as you like breaking rules, I kinda need those drugs." James went to grab the knob of his door put felt something- someone grab his arm. "You can not take them." Kendall suggested. The tall male groaned, loathing the thought of choking down the little array of colored pills his doctor prescribed him. "James!" Carlos shouted from the kitchen. "Fucking quit, I have stuff to do." He smoothed his hair back over with his lucky comb. "You know, I think your hair is perfect the way it is." Kendall says, playing with James's brown locks. "He's right next to me, why can't you see him?!"
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