London Panic // 3/3 // CLOSED

(I think they might've unfollowed the discussion)

(Oh, okay then)

Aaron cursed softly under his breath when Damian didn't pick up and glanced at Lucas when he took off his jacket. "Lucas Mulbright, I swear to god…" He mumbled under his breath again. "What made you think you shouldn't have told us about this?"

"I-I'm sorry…" Lucas whispered. "I'm gross…" He folded his arms tightly over his chest and stared at the floor, feeling self conscious about them.

"You're not gross, trust me." Aaron closed his phone. "Two things, where else did he hit you? and second, what would you usually do about your head? I don't know what to do, sorry."

"He hits me wherever he feels like." Lucas tugged at his bandages a bit. "I'd usually either leave it or pick out the glass and rinse with water. I think there's probably a better way, though…"

(Bump)

Aaron nodded. "We can do that for now, if it gets worse, we're going to the hospital," He replied. God, I hate his father so much.

"Alright… I can't afford a hospital bill, though, so let's hope it doesn't come to that." Lucas started carefully pulling pieces of glass out of his scalp, wincing.

"Well, I can, which means I'm taking you to the hospital if it gets worse." Aaron looked a bit worried, still not sure what to do.

"Okay. By the way, don't worry if I pass out. I'll wake up." Lucas pulled out another piece of glass, gritting his teeth. He knew this would normally be done with anesthetics but he obviously had none.

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(Bump part two, electric boogaloo)

(Sorry about that! My aunt's family came over and they wouldn't get my get on my laptop, I'll get a response up soon sorryyy)

(No problem lol)

"That isn't helpful," Aaron replied, standing up to go get painkillers. "I'm going to go get painkillers for you."

"Alright…" Lucas held the bloodied pieces of glass he had in trembling hands, looking down at them quietly. His head was throbbing and he wasn't sure how much longer he could stay conscious.

Aaron headed to the store with a medical mask covering his face and his hood up, knowing he had run out of painkillers a few days ago. He almost immediately went to the pharmacy in the store, looking around. Where are they???

Since Aaron wasn't back yet, Lucas stood up unsteadily and went over to the sink. He pulled out the rest of the glass and did his best to rinse the wound.

Aaron quickly got the painkillers, almost sprinting to the counter after he had gotten them. He probably looked rather intimidating and impatient, considering the cashier had looked pretty nervous when he arrived.

Lucas had cut his hands with the glass on accident and rinsed them too. Blood was starting to stain his blonde hair and he tried to rinse it out again.

(Bump)

(Sorryy)

Aaron quickly grabbed the stuff and almost sprinted to his apartment, opening the door and looking at Lucas. "I'm here."

"It's fine… I think I got it all out anyways." Lucas said softly, looking at the blood on his hands. "Those are painkillers, right?"

Aaron nodded, looking worried as he handed the painkillers to Lucas. "Here you go, do you need anything else?"

"A nap." Lucas laughed, rinsing the blood off his hands and taking a couple pills. And a will to live, but that's a story for another time. "Do you know when the next concert is?"

Aaron couldn't help chuckle softly, a small smile on his face. "I think our next concert is in a week, we also have to record the acoustic version of our new song…"

"Alright." Lucas was quiet for a few seconds. "Do you think I should ever sing in one of our songs?"

Aaron nodded. "Of course, you have a nice singing voice and it'd be a nice surprise for the fans….that is, if they recognize your voice and think it's you."

"Yeah… in person they'd know it's me, but in a recording, they'd think it's some guest singer." Lucas sighed softly. "I-I dunno… You know singing on stage makes me anxious. I just get so afraid of messing up in front of all of those people…"

"Then you could just look at something or someone that might help you calm down?" Aaron suggested, shrugging. "Or, you could be behind a curtain and then come out?"