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Tim and Jay sat in their shared motel room. The taller male was sitting with his back against the headboard, editing the latest entry to upload to the YouTube channel. The clicking of the keys and trackpad was more or less drowned out by the random sitcom Tim had found playing on TV, it was not that funny but it was a distraction at least.
The camera was set up on its tripod near the window, watching over both of the two paranoid males. Tim sighs, glancing over at the camera every now and then, he hated having something watching his every move (especially since it seems that he can’t get away from being watched anyways) but it seemed to ease Jay’s mind, so he would put up with it. Jay, who heard the sigh, looks over at his companion, “Something wrong?”
“Nah…” Responds Tim, looking back at Jay, “How’s editing going?”
“Fine, I guess.” Jay mumbles, looking back at his computer, “There’s been a whole lot of nothin’.”
“Well that’s...good, I guess?”
Silence fell upon them once again, the noise of the sitcom and clicking from Jay’s computer filling the void again. Tim soon turns off the TV, glancing at the time. 1 am.
“I’m gonna try heading to bed. It’s late.” Tim says aloud, looking at Jay, “You should try resting as well.”
Jay shrugs and mumbles out a ‘maybe’. But before Tim could even get himself under the cheap motel covers, there was a sudden thud from the door. The thud was followed by a few knocks. The two males freeze and look at each other, neither of them had invited over anyone - not like they exactly had anyone to invite over anyways.
Tim slowly pushes himself out of his bed, moving closer to the door as Jay retrieves his camera. The knocking continues and Tim hesitantly looks out the peephole and blinks.
“Who is it? Is it Alex?” Jay whispers, Tim shakes his head at the question, “Then who-”
“The hooded man-” Tim whispers back, trying to squint harder to see, “H-He’s hunched over- I can’t see what he’s doing..”
As if the hooded man, or Hoodie as Tim and Jay had taken to referring to him as for simplicity's sake, heard them talking, he began knocking on the door harder. These knocks were more insistent and urgent. Tim’s hand unconsciously began to drift down to the door handle as the knocks seemed to get louder.
Jay notices this and quickly places his free hand over the shorter male’s, “Is letting him in really a good idea- He could be dangerous-”
Tim went to respond but someone else’s voice spoke up, from the other side of the door.
“Help-”
The voice was rough sounding as if the person hadn’t spoken in ages. Tim and Jay glance at each other before the shorter unlocks the door and opens it slightly, the two of them quickly stepping back for safety. The door gets pushed open more and the male in the familiar yellow hoodie is finally fully visible, and it’s pretty clear as to why he was asking for help.
“Holy shit-”
“What the fuck-”
The male had one of his gloved hands firmly pressing down on his right side, which was oozing out blood and staining his yellow hoodie and his other hand was clinging to the door for support, as his legs were clearly weak and about to give out, “Help..” He whispers again, slumping against the door more.
The two brunettes quickly snap out of their shock and Tim rushes over to help Hoodie, trying to help him over to the bed closest to the door. Jay checks outside to make sure no one followed before shutting and locking the motel door. Blood quickly began staining the white sheets of the motel bed and the male’s breathing became labored, desperately trying to breathe but the black mask that obscured his face made the action much more difficult. Jay quickly fetches the first aid kit and Tim sighs.
“We need you to take off your hoodie, or at least move it up.” Tim states, trying to tug up the hoodie. The male raises up the hoodie, revealing his wound. It was a stab wound, and it was a pretty deep and large gash. Jay gags at the sight of it, having to look away. Tim was pretty desensitized to gore, due to the many different bad injuries he had sustained in his life.
“Can you get me a towel from the bathroom, we’re going to have to put a lot of pressure on this wound..” Tim states and Jay nods, quick to use any excuse to leave the room. Tim sighs, pressing his hand over the wound to the best of his abilities. Tim winces slightly, it was a gross feeling. Hoodie slumps over and rests his head against Tim’s shoulder. The male’s breathing was still labored, “We should take that mask off- It’ll make breathing a little easier-”
Hoodie was quick to shake his head and object to the idea. Tim sighs again and Jay soon returns with a cloth, handing it over to the other brunette, who quickly uses it to replace his hand. Tim manages to reach over, opening the first aid kit and grabbing the disinfectant. He put a bit of it on the cloth and began to try his best to clean his wound. Hoodie immediately flinches and inhales sharply through his teeth.
“Jay- This is going to sound really gross, but you know that set of needles in my bag? The one we use to stitch up holes in our clothes-”
“Tim, please don’t tell me you’re going to-”
“I need you to grab those needles, my lighter, and the dental floss from the bathroom.”
Jay stares at Tim in disbelief, eyes wide, “Are you even qualified to give stitches to people-”
“No, but I’ve had to do it to myself multiple times so that qualifies me enough.”
Jay sighs and reluctantly goes to grab the items Tim requested.
“How are you holding up? Still Awake?” Tim asks the hooded man. The male’s head moves in a nodded motion but it lolls to the side slightly, a sign that he was losing more strength and was going to pass out, “You’re gonna live, alright?”
A quiet groan of agony comes from the male, probably in place of words that he was going to say. When Jay returns with everything, Tim quickly tells him how to sterilize the needle with the lighter before taking the now sterile needle and dental floss. Jay looks away, even turning away his camera as Tim begins to thread the needle through the injured male’s skin, slowly and painstakingly stitching him up.
Tim winces and flinches every so often, but manages to close up the wound. However, it’s clear that the injured male has passed out, having gone limp against Tim.
“I have no idea how you just did that without throwing up.”
“After having to deal with my absolutely shattered leg, I’m nearly immune,” Tim states, cleaning up the stitched-up wound.
“S-Should we take off the mask?” Jay asks hesitantly, glancing at the unconscious male, who was now laying down thanks to Tim, “Or would that be disrespectful?
“He came to us..Only fair we know who he is..” Tim shrugs, reaching up and removing the black cloth from the male’s face. They stare at the unmasked male for a few minutes in silence.
“It’s Brian.” Jay dumbly states, blinking, and Tim nods slowly, tossing aside the black mask.
Brian’s face was clearly beaten up, there was fresh and dried blood all over his face. His face was gaunt and his skin was extremely pale (maybe to do with the obscene amount of blood he had just lost), littered with bruises and scars. His lips seem to be permanently downturned, matching his mask but contrasting with the smiling Brian that they had known. His hair was much longer and unruly and his facial hair was also unkempt as well, clearly, he had not shaved or cut his hair in a while. He was also pretty skinny, which Tim had taken notice of when he was addressing his wound.
“He looks like utter shit,” Tim mumbles as he examines Brian, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart for his old friend. Jay gently pats Tim’s shoulder and Tim sighs once more.
“We should really get to bed...Let’s hope he’s still here in the morning..”
So they did. Tim took the other bed, while Jay sat in the armchair the motel had provided them with. Jay fell asleep while editing and when both of them woke up,
Brian and his mask had gone.