♦Mercury ~ PAIN ~ Oneshot

Akira bit his lip, wrapping a hand around his wrist and wincing at both the jolts of pain he got from that. Blood leaked from between his fingers as he tried to stop the bleeding long enough to reach the bathroom and let the red liquid go down with water as he searched for the products to disinfect his wounds.

He closed his eyes, finding the bottle and picking it up with the two useful fingers left on his right hand, opening it to the best of his ability and pouring it on a piece of cotton he managed to reach. He passed it over his left wrist, cleaning the cuts and wincing again at the stinging feeling.

Sighing, he took some bandages and wrapped his wrist up, enough so a fingerless long glove he had would cover up the bandage if other people saw him. Then, the went back to the bedroom, slipping on that glove and staring at his hands. A dislocated finger, cuts on the wrist, a swollen, immobilized finger, all on the left hand. Two swollen and almost broken fingers on his right hand.

That would take at least two weeks to heal, and they had rehearsal during that… what would he say to the others? He was under lots of stress from the band, pressure at home and at the school for his sexuality and choices, people fighting with him over things he wasn’t guilty of…

When that person shouted at him, it was just too much for him to stand. He lost it, punched the wall and couldn’t resist that knife, to try and make the emotional pain and weight go out through bleeding. Just shallow cuts would be enough…

And now here he was, an hour before rehearsal, sitting on his bed with the worst face ever. He was crying again, the weight was back and the physical pain wasn’t making it any better. He couldn’t possibly play his bass in these conditions, and he had no idea what to say to Jupiter if he asked.

Fifty minutes later, his phone rang. It was the vocalist, as predicted, wanting to know where he was and if everything was okay. He answered normally, prepared his things and went to rehearsal, hoping no one would notice his difficulty in playing. Or the lump on his wrist, under the glove, that were his bandages. Or the swollen fingers, purple and red.

Could only hope.