{DISCONTINUED/DOING A REWRITE} Lonely Nights Without You {Dreamnotfound}

A New Appreciation {PT3}

Author note: No one is reading this story right now, but I couldn't really care. Mainly because, this is what I love doing. 

Nick's POV:

I sigh at George, he looks over to me flustered. I smirk at him, "enjoying the view huh?" His face goes even redder, "W-wh-what?!" He backs away from Clay, and huffs, " you know I can put laxatives in your medicine, don't test me."

Fear strikes me immediately, "sorry," I look over his wound again, "we should have Darryl fix that up you know." George's face turns to guilt, his face getting back it's pale color. "I-I don't want to disturb him though, I-." Clay cuts him off, "Nick's right, remember what Darryl said?" George looks up to him, "Yeah I know but-," it was Techno's turn to cut him off this time. "Then do what he asked of you, how would he feel if you just randomly passed out on him? That would equal even more pressure that he has to deal with." George looks around at the three of us, and finally smiles, "fine, I'll go see him but someone has to go with me so I don't pass out on the way there." Clay looked relieved but his gaze wandered over to me with an all knowing face I know too well. I gave him a thumbs up which he beamed at. "Alrighty, let's go then." Clay states while carefully but hastily picking George up bridal style. 'W-wha-, Nick do something!" George cried out. "It's too late for you now," I reply laughing with Techno. "see you on the other side!" I yelled as he was carried out the door by a wheezing Clay. I hear George yell, "I'm totally putting laxatives in BOTH-, no ALL of you guys' medication!" Techno and I laugh even harder when we hear a tea kettle getting farther into the distance.

George's POV:

I huff, "I'm going to kill you all." I look up to see Clay, half naked, wheezing as he is carefully bringing me to Darryl's station on the west side of the camp. I turn red at the sight, his laugh is drawing attention making other people laugh along with him, but it makes my head pound. Unable to bear the pain, I tap Clay lightly on the shoulder. He looks down at me with curious eyes, "what's up?"

"Could you maybe keep it down a bit?" I reply wincing, "sorry, I just have a splitting headache from this-," I point to my bleeding head. He mouths 'oh', and in a lower voice, more of a whisper, asks, "is this better?" I smile up to him, "yeah, thanks, I'll probably just ask for a tea that helps or something, maybe even get more herbs to make your recoveries heal faster." His smile gets even wider, "alright, but we need to worry about you first." He looks farther up the pathway then looks down back at me and whispers, "looks like Darryl's sleeping, so I might have to help you instead." Clay sees me flush at that and quietly chuckles remembering my headache, which makes me flush an even deeper red. I groan, "fine, but I have to clean my wound and do all of that, while you-" I poke his chest in a spot with no bandages, "make the tea." His smile falters knowing I won't change my mind but tries anyway, "surely you could let me help a little bit-." I put my finger to his lips immediately regretting it, they were soft to the touch with a light line going across it. I ignore this, "No, you are going to make tea. That's it." He shuts up immediately. I smile, I was victorious yet again.

When we got to the entrance he put me down gently and opened the door. The room was filled with doors leading to other areas of the 'hospital'. I scanned each door and pointed to one of them, "that's the one you'll go into," he looks down at me, "okay, but where will you be going?"

"I'm going to that one over there," I point at a different door that says 'treating room'. He nods and starts to head towards the door I told him to go, while I head to my own. I open the door and go in, immediately seeing all of the supplies I needed. I smile, somehow knowing that Darryl set this all out before my arrival. I look in a corner and see various ointments and different types of gauze. I walk over and grab everything I needed, but there was a slight problem. No mirror was there in obvious sight. I searched and effortlessly found one, it was dirty but not broken. I looked into the mirror at my ragged state. My dress shirt was torn, so was my face, my brown hair was also all over the place, I sigh in defeat not wanting to do anything with my appearance but I have too. Before doing any of that though, my wound needs extensive care, blood was now at my chin forming droplets that have fallen on my shirt. I grimace at the sight, I quickly grabbed clean cloth and ointments to clean my face and the wound. I also have to prep this even more since it's a head injury with major amounts of blood loss. My hand reaches for the stitches, but a hand grabs it before me. I turn stunned, to see Clay with it in his hands. I frown, "I thought I t-," he puts a hand to my mouth, while holding up the tea. "You can't hold a mirror and do that at the same time, I mean like, look at your hands!" I look down to see my hands shaking, I smile wearily, "I haven't eaten anything recently, so I might be a bit shaky."

He grabs my chin tilting up while sitting in front of me. We lock eyes for a moment, but we both avert our eyes. He talks soothingly "just drink the tea while I do this."

I nod while he starts to stitch up my head and hands me the drink in the process. We sat in calming silence while he stitched me up. I look more closely at his face, I didn't see it before but his face was littered in freckles, which some of them were covered with scars. I was too fascinated with them to even realize that I reached up and started to trace them with my thumb. Clay jumped at the sudden touch but smiled, he had been finished but he wanted to be closer to George for a little while longer.

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