The lights were off. He didn't bother turning them on and them and headed to the bathroom in the dark.

He looked like he was the one that'd been hit. There was a bleeding gash on his forehead, above his right eye, he hadn't noticed. Tons of other small infractions dotted his body. A scrape above his lip. A gash below his knee. Slowly, the pain was starting to seep in.

He couldn't ignore it any longer. He lifted his left arm up to the mirror. A shiver coursed through his body. Slivers of sharpened pine wood, the largest about 6 inches in length, were lodged all throughout his forearm.

Clint turned the shower on and let the water warm up for a few seconds while he studied it further. He touched it. The mix of blood, dirt, and wood shavings had created a grainy goo that felt awful to touch.

"Fuck." He cursed to himself.

Small pockets of steam were starting to emanate from the shower floor. He placed his arm under the running water.

"Fuck." He whimpered.

Tears came as he waited for the water to carry all the dirt and shavings. The water seeped deep into the dozens of tiny scrapes. Every severed nerve reactivated. He turned the water off.

Flesh blood quickly started to cover his arm again. He heard the front door open.

"Are you home, Clint?" A female voice shouted from the entrance.

He managed a painful, "Yeah, I'm in the bathroom."

"Why are the lights off? Everything okay?" She asked.

"I just got home. I thought you went to visit Zach." Clint shouted, his voice was clearly strained.

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"Just because im gone doesn't mean you're allowed to be out so late, Clint. His sister needed someone to driver her to Portland. I went out with Donna from work instead. Are you okay?" She said.

"Can you get the first aid kit we have in the laundry room?" He asked.

"Did you hurt yourself?" She asked.

"Could you just get the first aid kit?" He demanded.

She opened the bathroom door. A trail of blood had followed Clint, almost making a cross on the bathroom floor. There was blood all over the sink.

"Clint! What the hell happened!"

"I had an accident on my board." He stammered.

"Clint! I told you it was dangerous." She said.

She quickly moved towards Clint, making sure to avoid the wet parts of the floor. She grabbed his wrist and quickly lifted his hand up. He tried not to show the pain.

"Clint. My god." She shook her head.

She turned around and ran in to the hallway. A few seconds later she came back with the white box. She set it down on the small flat space between the round hanging sink and the mirror.

"Wait." She said as she ran back out.

"Meg!" He called after her.

She came back with a humidifier and some essential oil bottles.

"Meg I told you that stuff doesn't work." He managed.

"Shut up. You're in high school, you don't know anything."

She quickly plugged the device in and put it on the windowsill. She quickly filled it with water and a concoction of the oils.

"You do?" He asked.

"Enough." She said as she took a hairband off her wrist and tied her hair back.

She opened the first aid box and took out some pill bottles, bandages, and a set of tweezers.

She held up a bottle of pills, "I wouldn't take these. But, they help with the pain. So, its u-"

"Open them." He demanded.

She did. He held out his right hand and she shook two on to his palm. He looked up at her.

"Really?" She asked.

He didn't advert his gaze. She shook out 3 more. He swallowed them dry. The room started to fill with the aroma of lavender, chamomile, and a hint of rosemary.

"They do smell nice." He admitted.

"See." She said.

She beckoned towards the toilet. He went around her and sat down.

"Doesn't change the fact that it's b.s." He said.

"Whatever." She said.

She held her hand out. He extended his arm towards it. She grabbed his wrist and twisted it. Exposing his lower forearm. She winced.

"What the hell dude." She said as she pulled out one of the smaller splinters.

"I hit a coyote." He said.

"What?!" She stopped and looked at him.

"I hit a coyote. Fast. It threw me off and I hit a stump. It was all pointy." He said.

She looked back down.

"I can tell." She said.

He let out a small gasp as she pulled out a 3 inch splinter.