I jumped through the window of my room and landed inside, but the stand underneath me I didn't account for I landed on harshly.

"Ah!" I screamed, still trying to stay quiet.

"Nico, you okay?" Leo asks from outside.

I look at the stand, and notice the metal spikes on my biker's jacket laying on the stand, and my eyes traveled to my hand where I had a deep, bleeding cut. My hand landed on the spikes of the jacket. And, if I may say so myself, ow.

"I'm fine!" I call back to Leo. I squint my eyes, and then grab my first aid kit with my other hand, keeping my palm up due to the bleeding.

"Nico, you sure?" Leo hops up on my windowsill. He notices my injured hand and winced, grabbing the kit from me and deciding to care for it himself.

"You know first aid?" I ask.

He smirks, "Had to learn it if I was gonna survive on my own."

"Survive on your own?" I questioned.

He began wrapping my hand after the ointment and cleaning the blood, "I've been in a lot of foster homes, some of them I didn't like." He didn't explain more.

When he was done, he stood, and took care of the kit. He lifted me to my feet--after us sitting down--by my good hand.

"I'll see you tomorrow- er, uh, today. Haha, bye." he smiles, and jumps out the window.

I watch him leave, and then close my window, blocking out the sunlight. I look at my hand, he did a good job. But, I never said thank you.

Thank you, Leo.

A/N What's that? That's Will's thing, first aid? Uh-huh? Well how you like this chapter?!
Lol jk jk.

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