Whole Again - poly!feral boys (DreamSMP)

thirty - nine

Sapnap's POV

I watch as Alex runs his hand over the bandage on his hand.

He got three stitches to close the cut, and he has to wait about a week until he can unwrap his hand.

Finley got two stitches to close the wound on her arm.

We didn't disclose the reason for the cuts, but they both assured the nurses they were safe and okay.

Out of habit, I check my phone, checking Clay's texts.

He hasn't said anything yet, but I guess I'm not too surprised.

Karl leans forward to check for oncoming cars before turning right.

"Where are we going?", Finn yawns as she asks.

We spent all night at the hospital, and I can see the sun beginning to rise over the horizon.

"Got an Airbnb.", Karl replies, trying to follow the instructions from the GPS on his phone.

She nods at the answer, leaning against Alex.

George sits silently in the back, staring out the window.

He hasn't said a word since we left the house.

We didn't grab anything that we need from the house when we left, so we'll have to make a Target trip or something in the morning.

Karl pulls into the driveway, finding the keys in the mailbox like promised.

"There's two bedrooms, so I don't know how we want to divide up.", Karl shrugs as we all enter the rental house.

I notice the way Alex tightens his grip on Finley's hand, and I can tell Karl notices too.

"Karl, George, and I will take one of them.", I decide.

Alex smiles thankfully at me, and we watch as he leads Finn away.

He's in some weird protective mood, so I'm not going to try to tear them away from one another right now.

George opts to curl up on the couch, staring blankly at the black screen of the television.

Karl and I find the other bedroom.

Karl immediately sits on the edge of the bed, his head bowed with his hands running through his hair.

"Is it bad that I want to go back to the house and check on him?", I speak up, sitting right next to Karl.

Karl slowly lifts his head up to look at me.

He lets out a soft exhale before sitting up straight.

"No. You've known each other the longest. It makes sense.", Karl shrugs, his gaze fixed on a potted plant in the corner.

"I need to make sure he's okay, Karl.", I mumble.

Karl leans against me, his head on my shoulder.

"Grab some of our stuff while you're there, okay?", Karl whispers.

He leaves to go to the bathroom while I grab my shoes and the keys.

I take a deep breath before leaving the house.

God, I hope he's okay.

Third Person POV

Clay doesn't know what to do with himself.

He rolls over in the bed, trying to cool himself down.

The bed seems to go on for miles when he's the only one in it.