The Aftermath
Someone had to get stabbed and their name starts with a M.
….
It has been 2 days since the incident, hasn't it? Netflix and Hulu can only distract you so much before you start to address the situation you're in. At least, that's how Martin felt.
It was Saturday.
Monday is the day he's supposed to go to work.
Suppose to…. Yeah that won't be happening
The wound needed more time to heal, damn Leo had to twist the damn blade while in there. A couple of days to heal, how was he going to explain to his friends? Grabbing his phone from the popup table hovering over his bed, he stared at the screen. He made the group chat a while back but didn't hit send, the message still sat there in his keyboard.
“Hey guys, I won't be at work tomorrow until Tuesday. At least I hope so. I thought I should deliver the news before my brothers do, so if you remember I left on Friday to go back to Texas for my friend's wedding to be his best man. Turns out, we had one extra guest who was uninvited, Leo. Yeah, the bastard wasn't happy that his ex-husband was actually over him and brought a weapon to attack him. Luckily, I took notice and managed to stop him before it could escalate… well, tried to. I… I ended up getting stabbed and now I'm in the hospital. Don't worry! I'm okay. Just a bit shook up.”
Martin's thumb kept moving back and forth from the entrance and delete button. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to tell them. The whole event with Leo turning him against them sent shockwaves through his group of friends, nearly caused Hami and Sly to break up, Toby to lash out at everyone, Livy having to get some stitches on his head, and his brothers got injured trying to help. The last thing he should cause is more trouble, right?
How about this?
“Hey guys, I won't be at work until Wednesday. My flight got canceled so I have to reschedule it until later.”
….Fuck, then I'm avoiding telling them the truth. Akuma is a big mouth and would let them know what happened. Taren would be asking them to keep an eye on me, yeah there's no way of going around it. Damn it.
Looking across the plain white room, his brothers were dead asleep with their heads leaning against each other while sitting in the visitor chairs placed in there last night. Apparently, they were so worried about him, they stayed up all night making sure he was still breathing. Martin only knew this because when he saw Richard, the guy from the wedding, he asked where he was and what happened in a daze. Luckily, while Martin was busy mopping in his bed, the guy offered to get him some food from the cafeteria, right-- his new roommate. Pitching the bridge of his nose as he sighed remembering how drunk he was last night, not enough to start sobbing how he still loved his best friend despite him getting married but enough to agree to bring in this…the guy back to Maine to make sure he has a place to stay at. Martin's memory was still a haze, but he remembered that his name was Richard, he was friends with Greig, the groom, and was homeless. The poor guy used majority if not, all of his money to get here and to get a suit.
What an idiot… but honestly, if I was in that situation, your best friend getting married and you were invited despite having barely anything, I would have done the same thing.
Martin rubbed his temples as he slowly laid his head back on his pillow, still stained with tears from earlier. He was crying so much in his sleep, his mind kept replaying last night over and over again like a broken VHS tape. After being forced to watch himself get stabbed for what seemed the 50th time, he decided to stay awake, exhaustion was pulling his eyes shut, however.
“...why am I a magnet for trouble,” Martin muttered to himself in the dark room, ”I almost died at my best friend’s wedding, the day he should have been happy.”
….have I really changed from the past? Or am I just covering it up and only now, it's no longer easy to do so? ...Am I going to be better?