Addicted

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Morgan's POV:

After twenty minutes of walking, well more limping, we arrived at my apartment. I got my keys and unlocked the door. Jeremy walked over to the couch and laid down on his back, while i made my way to the bathroom.

''Blanket'' I growled.

''What?'' He raised his head from the pillow underneath it and cocked his eyebrow.

''Blanket'' i repeated coldly. I walked to the cabinet in the corner of the room and pulled an old blanket out of it.

''Why?'' He lifted himself from the couch.

''Because i don't want your blood on my couch.'' I shrugged and threw him the blanket.

''Fine" he grumbled. He placed the blanket on the couch and laid back down.

I resumed my way to the bathroom.

''Morgan?-''He raised his head from the pillow underneath it. His voice was raspy and hoarse. ''- Are you hungry? Because i am. Can you make me something or are we ordering? You want pizza?'' He was rambling.

I stood in the doorway and turned around.

''No i'm not hungry Jer.'' I stated sternly. I can't with him. Every goddamn second of the day he thinks about food. We were beaten up only an hour ago, and he wants food. Such a child. I walked out the living room to my bedroom and the adjoined bathroom.

''Where are you going? I want food!'' He yelled from the livingroom. ''Please?'' I could imagine the face he made. The puppy eyes, his pouty lip, the sparkle in his eyes. Luckily I didn't see it, because it's hard to ignore or stay mad at.

"I'm getting my medical kid, to threat our injuries. I don't want your blood everywhere ok?'' I responded.

He was really working on my nerves now. I opened several cabinets till i found what i was looking for. When i entered the living room, my eyes wandered to the now empty couch. Oh come on.

"Jeremy?!" I called out.

Noises started coming from the kitchen. I walked over and saw Jeremy rummaging through my fridge. He noticed that i was watching him and closed the fridge door.

"I can't find anything. So.. ordering it is!'' He exclaimed with a big smile on his face.
"Pizza?" He added. "I'm in the mood for pizza." He wondered out loud.

''Get your ass back on the couch.'' I stated firmly.

''Yes ma'am!'' He jokingly saluted and limped out of the kitchen. I sighed and trailed after him.

"Since when are you so grumpy?'' He muttered under his breath.

''Are you serious? We got beaten up and you are acting like nothing happened! Now sit down.'' I snapped. A flash of hurt crossed his eyes, all he was trying to do was lighten the mood, but I was really losing my 'cool' right now. I took a few deep breaths and counted till ten. Luckily he knew not to push further.

It was completely silent between the two of us when i treated his injuries. I stitched his eyebrow, wrapped up his arm and put a little bandage on his nose, it had a small cut on it. I lifted his shirt and saw the purple bruises forming on his side. He hissed in pain as I softly grazed it with my fingers.

''Sorry'' I mumbled. I felt really bad. This was all my fault. He wasn't supposed to be caught up in this. His ribs are pretty bruised, if they aren't broken already. I wrapped his ribs and looked at his knee. It wasn't dislocated, but sprained and really swollen. Nothing he couldn't handle. The swelling was pretty bad, so i handed him some frozen peas to cool it, and i gave him some painkillers to ease the pain. He drifted off to sleep.