A/N: there you go, sorry it took so long people! thank you to alana_bitch for the amazing banner i love it!

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I ran over to the lake so fast I surprised myself. As I saw him fall back I actually stopped breathing for a minute. All I kept replaying in my head was his body smashing on that edge of the rock on the way down.

Lacey was hot on my tail, and I saw Nate swimming over without a hesitation to the spot where Drake hit the water. Jimmy and Luke let go of the bimbos, almost like they didn’t even exist anymore because at that very moment all they cared about was getting to their friend.

Who still hadn’t rose above the surface of the water.

Me and Lacey reached the edge of the Lake, my breath was heavy as I looked at the water for any signs of his head bobbing over, but I didn’t see that. What I did see was the water slowly turning red right at the spot where Drake hit the water.

“Oh my god…” I found myself gasping as I realised it was blood.

Nate stopped swimming and instantly disappeared into the water, shortly followed by Jimmy and Luke. They must have only been under there less than 10 seconds but it felt like hours. Lacey was next to me, looking just as worried. The Hilton twins were screaming slightly, and I swear Barbie was actually about to start crying.

After what felt like years, the guys resurfaced. I let out a breath of relief as I saw all of them holding onto Drake, who was conscious but gasping from the lack of oxygen. They swam him over to the edge of the Lake, and Lacey and I helped the guys pull him out of the water and lay him on the grass.

Nate was knelt by his head, holding his head to the side while he continued to throw up half the lake.

“Shit, that looks bad.” Jimmy’s voice cut through my panic, and suddenly my eyes drifted to what he was referring to.

Drake’s shoulder was covered in blood. He had a few scratches on the side of his stomach but his arm…Dear Christ his arm looked disgusting.

Once Drake had coughed up the water in his lungs, he waved his arm, the one that wasn’t looking like a prop off saw, dismissively.

“It’s just a scratch…” he gasped, going to sit up straight. Nate instantly pushed him back down.

“Lay your ass down, that is not a scratch. Unless you were scratched with Freddie Kruger’s glove, that is not a scratch.” Nate voice was firm, but I could see even he was worrying.

I hadn’t even noticed the Hilton twins climb out of the lake. They were now stood watching, Cindy was hugging Barbie who was crying, cradling her head like a new born child. I gritted my teeth, clenching my fists preparing myself to punch them both in the face.

With the amount of makeup they were wearing, it would definitely cushion the blow.

“Can you tell that Chihuahua to shut the fuck up for two minutes!” I yell over to them, realising my words would be a better choice than my fists right now.

My old anger management coach would be so proud of me…

“Right Lacey run over to the bags and if by a miracle one of the bottles in there holds water instead of beer, bring it over. Grab my t-shirt as well.” I order, and she nods instantly and runs over to the bags. Suddenly I went into adult mode, realising we couldn’t all just stare at his arm and hope it would heal. This isn’t Harry Potter.

How easy would life be if we were all wizards…

I kneel down by Drake’s bloody arm and place both my hand over his chest. He turns his head, his eyes droopy and you could tell he was still a little dazed from the fall. I hope it was from the fall and not the loss of blood.

He gave me a faint smirk “I love how I'm injured and you're still touching me inappropriately.”

“Drake I'm trying to help you, but I won’t hesitate to kick you in the balls even when you could be bleeding to death.” I quickly reply, before I give one push down his chest with my hands.

He grunts from the sudden pressure against his chest “What the hell woman?”

“I need to make sure all the water is out of your lungs.” I inform him as I continue to push down on his chest like I was giving him CPR.

He scrunches his face “’Will you stop abusing me, all the water is ou-“

Before he has a chance to finish his sentence, he turns his head and throws up some more water. Once he’s done he takes a few deep breaths and turns his head to face me.

I smile down smugly “Yeah, it was clearly all out.”

He narrows his eyes at me.

“Man you puked on my knee!” Nate protests, wiping his knee down in disgust.

“You pissed on my bed.” Drake replies breathlessly without a hesitation.

“Touché.” Nate shrugs.

Lacey is suddenly next to me, handing me two bottles of water and my superman T-shirt.

“I don’t know how, or why, but there were water bottles. Turns out we are human and drink more than just beer.”  Lacey informs me, and I actually saw Luke’s surprised face as I think all of us doubted we would find anything other than alcohol in those bags.

I open one of the bottles and pour the water on Drakes arm, washing away most of the blood so I could see how big the cut was.

“Since when did you have a medical degree?” Jimmy asks with a raised brow.

“Do you have any idea how much Grey’s Anatomy I watch?” I ask without even looking at him, and Drake actually lets out a laugh.

Once all the blood is pretty much washed off I finally see where it’s coming from. Its right by his bicep, the cut wasn’t that deep thank god but it was still bleeding. All the blood made it look a lot worse than it was.

“So what’s the verdict doctor, am I going to need an epidural?” Drake asks, turning to look at his arm.

I stop what I'm doing and look at him like he’s a moron.

“Are you pregnant?” I ask.

“No.”

“Well you won’t need an epidural then you dick.”

He stays silent for a minute, his eyes not actually looking at my face. After a while, he finally speaks.

“I can almost see a nipple when you lean over like that.”

I roll my eyes and glare at him; suddenly realising I'm still in a bikini.

“Dude I know you could be bleeding to death and all, but I will punch you in the wound.” Nate reminds him, much to Drake’s amusement as he leans his head back on the grass with a smirk.

I grab my T-shirt and grip the neckline. I’m just about to rip it when suddenly Nate speaks.

“You're ripping that shirt up? You love that shirt.” Nate comments. Drake’s eyes are suddenly on me curiously.

“I know but I can buy another shirt, unfortunately if we let him die the funeral arrangements cost more than another superman tee will.” I reply, tugging at the shirt until a rip echoes around the air. I resist the urge to scream dramatically like my child had just been stabbed in some lifetime movie. I really did love that shirt.

I wrap the ripped shirt around Drake’s arm and tie a knot into it, ignoring his intense stare the entire time I do. I don’t know why but the joking expression was gone and he was looking at me with…guilt?

Once the knot is tied firmly I sit back and relax a little.

“Basically you’re going to live. The cuts not actually that deep, you might need a few stiches though just to keep it closed but it’s nothing really.” I explain and I hear a collective breath of relief around the group. I also hear a small choked sob from the blonde herpie but I choose to not comment on it.

Slut.

Drake pushes himself to a sitting position, wincing slightly as he brings his arm up. Nate slaps his good arm.

“You dramatic bitch, I thought I was going to become a widow!” Nate exclaims causing Drake to laugh.

“Dude that is so gay…” Luke mutters and I can’t help the little smirk that comes to my mouth.

“You just don’t understand what we have.” Nate replies, his voice dramatically breaking at the end.

“Oh dear Christ shut up or I will never touch you again.” Lacey shakes her head, and I burst out laughing as Nate smirks at her.

I turn to Drake “Right you clumsy whore bag, let’s get you to the hospital.”

The instant panic that glazed over Drake’s eyes as I said this shocked the hell out of me.

“No. I’m not going to the hospital.” He says without a hesitation.

“You have to. You need stitches or that is going to keep bleeding.”

“Not happening.” He simply replied, the fact that his arm could get infected or bleed out not even effecting his decision.

“Man, don’t be a moron you need to get that stitched up.” Jimmy tells him, trying to talk some sense into him.

Drake shakes his head, his face showing a clear message that you could throw half a million on his lap and he still wouldn’t budge.

Luke tries next “Well if you refuse to go to the hospital what are you going to do? Cellotape it together?”

Drake narrows his eyes at him for the sarcasm before he thinks for a minute. He suddenly turns his face to me.

“You do it.” He says like the words weren’t insane.

My eyes widen “Me?! I’m not stitching your arm up!”

“Why not you clearly have some E.R gene in your body, you probably do know how to do it.”

I think for a minute and realise that I do know how to do it. I’ve seen it done a shit load of times.

However, this was on Blu-ray, not in real life.

“Drake I’ve seen an actor do it in a TV show based more on their sex lives than actual medicine.” I explain to him, slowly, like he was an idiot.

He shrugs “If that avoids me going to a hospital, I’ll take it.”

I shake my head in disbelief, not quite believing he’s actually asking me to sew his skin together.

“It’s either that or let me die Mimi…” He says with a small pout, pulling out the emotional blackmail.

I let out a frustrated scream “Fine. If I accidentally kill you, I want it in writing I won’t be held liable.”

He smirks in triumph “Deal.”

I'm still wide mouthed about what I have just agreed to do.

I turn to Luke “Since this moron seems to think I’ve graduated medical school, do you happen to have any medical supplies in the cabin? Like an operating table or one of those machines they use when you're in a coma?”

“Sarcasm really isn’t needed.” Drake mutters.

Luke thinks for a minute “Well, my brother and his friends did stay here about a month ago so if you look in the bathroom I'm sure you’ll find some Mexican pain killers than would take some of the edge off.”

Lacey raises a hand “Can you save me one of those?”

I roll my eyes at her comment, not entirely surprised that there were probably illegal drugs scattered all over that cabin. Luke’s older brother was a tattoo artist who owned his own shop. It was no secret the boy liked to get high. Him and his friends come up here every couple of months to get completely baked for a whole weekend. The amount of times I've seen Luke’s brother and he has been complaining about a tattoo he gave himself while he was high was ridiculous. The boy had ‘One Direction’ with a heart written on his ankle because one of his friends told him to do it as, and I quote, ‘it would be totally mind blowing man.’

Freaking stoners.

If the police raided us this weekend, Drake would be returning back to his cell with all of us as roommates.

“That will do, I guess I can just use a sewing kit to do that up.” I start talking to myself, sorting out what I'm going to need. I snort a laugh “I defiantly don’t need to worry about something to sterilise the needle with, we still have the majority of a bar back at the cabin.”

“So that is sorted. Let’s go sew me up.” Drake grins, getting to his feet like he’s just suggested getting a cheeseburger, not having his skin sewn up by a girl who’s probably over the limit to drive right now.

“Wait a minute then I’ll go grab the bags.” Nate stands to his feet and goes to walk over to the bags.

“Nah man it’s fine, you guys stay up here.” Drake tells him.

“No way, this could be the last time I see you. You’re about to go into a life or death situation…” Nate looks at me with a guilty expression “…no offence. I have total faith in you.”

I flip him off.

“Seriously we’ll be fine. I’ve already took a dump on your day by almost drowning, I don’t want to take away the remaining time at the Lake you can have today.” Drake tells him, and I could tell he did genuinely feel guilty about getting himself hurt and stopping everyone from having fun.

Nate hesitates, but I knew him too well. He was a big kid and he didn’t want to go home yet.

“Are you sure man?” Nate asks again, uncertainty lining his voice.

Drake grins “Yeah, you guys go and enjoy yourselves. Try not to fall off the rock though. I'm taking the local doctor with me.”

Nate laughs before they both slap each other’s hands. Nate leans in and begins to whisper in his ear.

“If you don’t make it man, you were like a brother to me.”

I take one step forward and punch him straight in the arm. He lets out a shriek of pain while at the same time trying to hold back laughter.

“I’m already nervous enough as it is I don’t need you taking a piss on my confidence right now!” I yell at him while walking over to the bags, grabbing my shorts and pulling them on. I suddenly remembered I didn’t have my favourite T-shirt anymore either, and another whaling shriek escaped my mouth.

I grab Drake’s phone off the floor and throw it in the bag, the look on Drake’s face when I mention ‘Andrew the Asshole’ was calling replayed in my mind again. Why did he get so worked up when I said he was calling? Who the hell was he?

I decided I was going to ask him back at the cabin. I didn’t have high hopes though. I knew what Drake was like when it came to private things. The boy still hasn’t told anyone why get got put away 2 years ago for Christ sake.

I sling the backpack over one shoulder and walk towards the woods, not looking anyone in the eye as I was still panicking over what I had agreed to do.

“I’ll see you all later, that’s if I don’t accidently hit an artery and end up in prison for manslaughter!” I stomp past them like children, ignoring the laughs of Nate, Jimmy and Luke.

I march into the woods, not even waiting for my ‘patient’ behind me. I was probably going to hell for accidentally killing him. I wasn’t going to wait for him.

“Baby doll, wait up!” I hear his voice yelling from behind me. I don’t even turn around. “Mia, stop running!” he yells again when he realises I had no intention of stopping. Suddenly, I heard a scream of pain. I instantly spin around and see him knelt over, holding his t-shirt wrapped bleeding arm in agony.

I run over to him and grab his wrist gently, placing one hand on his back.

“What’s happening? What’s the matter?” I ask him, panic lining my voice.

He doesn’t reply straight away as he was taking a sharp intake of breath from the pain. Then suddenly, he stands up straight with a grin.

“Nothing I just wanted you to wait up.” He shrugs smugly.

My eyes widen and my fists clench by my side. I take a few breaths as the anger boils inside of me before I let out another scream of frustration. He smirks.

“If you want to be a good doctor, then you have to help your patients when they have a 20 minute walk ahead of them. Plus the patient gets bored easily and wants to chat.” He grins like a schoolboy.

I resist the urge to punch his bleeding arm, realising that would just make it harder for me to sew up in the long run because he was a stubborn moron who refused to go to the doctors.

I turn and begin to walk again, deciding it would be easier to just wait for him. No matter how much I wanted to hurt him.

“We wouldn’t have to endure this walk right now if you didn’t refuse to go to the hospital like a little bitch.” I commented.

He flinches slightly as I bring this subject up, before his normal face was back and he shrugs easily.

“The florescent lighting doesn’t agree with me.” He clearly lies. I knew there was some deeper reason he didn’t want to go to the hospital, and I also knew he had no intention of telling me.

Another thing to add to the ‘Mysteries of Drake O’Connell’ list.

There was a silence between us as I made it clear I didn’t believe him. The silence was suddenly broken .

“You didn’t answer that call did you?”

I was a little taken back by the random question. I had put the call to the back of my mind, what with the near death experience and all. Apparently, Drake had not. It was like he was just waiting for a moment to ask me. Like that was all he was interested in knowing.

I looked at him as we carried on walking “No I didn’t. Got a little distracted by you almost dying and all.”

A faint smile appeared on his lips, and he nodded looking satisfied with the answer.

“Who’s Andrew?” I ask him, not being able to stop the curiosity.

I see his body tense up slightly “An asshole. Hence the caller ID.”

I focus my gaze on his, not satisfied with the response “He must be more than that. The look on your face when I said he was ringing said it all Drake.”

Again he didn’t look me in the eyes “It doesn’t matter Mia.”

I was getting annoyed now “It obvious does though, you almost got yourself killed out there all because you got a call from him.”

He didn’t reply, and I growled in annoyance at how vague he was. Not just about this, but about everything. I mean he didn’t tell me why he was freaking arrested, he won’t tell me who this Andrew is and he won’t even tell me why he doesn’t want to go to a hospital to make sure he doesn’t bleed to death. This boy was clearly damaged.

The rest of the walk back to the cabin was silent, him refusing to explain and me gritting my teeth in anger. I stormed through the front door and threw the backpack onto the floor, seeing Drake sigh slightly from the corner of my eye when he was how clearly angry I was.

“Go into the bathroom upstairs and look for the pills. I think the sewing kits in here somewhere.” I order him, not even looking his direction as I walk into the living room.

I see him hesitate for a second like he was going to say something, but after a second he just turns and walks towards the stairs and out of sight. I start to rummage through the living room, looking in some of the furniture until I finally find a small sewing kit. In a way I was sort of hoping Luke didn’t have one in this house so I wouldn’t have to go through with it.

I go into the kitchen and get a bottle of water out of the fridge. After taking a massive gulp of it, either to calm myself down from how angry I was at the ex-convict asshole upstairs or to calm my nerves, I decided water wasn’t enough.

I took one of the vodka bottles off the counter, unscrewed the lid and without a hesitation I gulped a mouthful down. My face scrunched in disgust and I was hopping around the kitchen until the taste disappeared a little.

That was better…

I suppose downing straight vodka before I stitch someone’s arm up was probably not the wisest decision I could have made.

Anyway, armed with my sewing kit and vodka bottle, which I was going to use as Dutch courage and steriliser as I'm so efficient in that way, I began to walk towards the stairs.

I didn’t even make it one step up when I heard a phone ringing.

I freeze slightly, recognising the ringtone from earlier on by the Lake. I walk over to the bags and fish Drake’s phone out and sure enough, the caller ID said the same thing.

Andrew the