Nemesis ◊ 5sos au

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Arya awoke the next morning, the sharp pain in her side returning and she whimpered as the pain shot through her body. She felt the bed shift beside her, and she turned to see that Luke was lying in the bed with her.

She furrowed her eyebrows, and went to sit up but she cried out as the pain prevented her from doing so. Luke woke up, rubbing his eyes before he saw Arya cupping her side and she was leaning back on the bed.

"Did the pain return?" He asked, and she couldn't speak so she nodded. He sighed, before getting up and she blushed as she saw she was wearing she was only in a shirt and her underwear, and Luke was wearing a pair of pajama bottoms and a tank top.

"Uh, why were you in my bed?" Arya asked, looking at Luke and he chuckled.

"Because throughout the night you kept thrashing and whimpering. You stopped when I held pressure on the wound, so I thought it'd be okay. Sorry if it was weird, I tried to stay on my side as much as possible." Luke admitted, and she nodded.

"Pull your shirt up." Luke instructed, coming back to sit cross legged beside her and she held up the side, and Luke pulled out the medical kit.

"How much does it hurt?" Luke asked, and Arya rolled her eyes and Luke chuckled.

"I mean does it hurt as much as last night." Luke said, and she scrunched her nose.

"Well, seeing as you burned my skin to stop it from bleeding, it hurts a lot." Arya said, and Luke frowned.

"I'm sorry that we cauterized the wound, but it was very deep. It was either that, or I let you bleed out." Luke said, and Arya sighed.

"Okay, okay." Arya mumbled, and Luke grabbed some disinfectant and Arya clenched her fists as the pain stung her side.

"Sorry." Luke muttered, and Michael awoke from the bed beside them.

"Shut up Luke." Michael snapped, rolling over and burying his face in the pillow. Arya looked around,s seeing that Calum and Ashton were in the other room, and she could see them both sleeping. She rolled her eyes as each of the boys beside Luke slept without a shirt on, but it didn't bother Arya.

She knew they were attractive, but she didn't feel like she wanted to do anything with them. She gripped onto the bed sheets as Luke put pressure on the wound once again and he grimaced.

"Sorry Arya." He mumbled, and Calum woke up, ruffling his hair and walked into the room. He sat down at the bed, looking at Arya and she felt a blush as his eyes looked at her side.

"Do you want some shorts or something?" Calum asked, and she nodded. He stood, going into the other room once again and handed her a pair of boxers, which she slipped over her legs and she nodded in appreciation.

He sat back down at the edge, and Ashton woke up as well. He yawned, walking into the other room and he stood by Arya's side, pressing down on it and she winced. He furrowed his eyebrows, before going into the first aid kit and grabbing some pain medication.

He handed the medicine to Arya, as well as a glass of water and she gratefully took it. She grimaced at the taste, but she was relieved that she was able to take the medicine. She looked down at her side, and she scrunched her nose.

Her side was entirely bruised around the wound, and there was a deep gash, which was cauterized due to Luke doing it last night. It was an ugly sight, and she tenderly pressed her fingers to it, wincing at the pressure and she leaned back on the bed.

"Will one of you guys put on a damn shirt?" Arya mumbled, and she rolled her eyes as Michael threw a pillow at her. Ashton and Calum went into their room, coming back with a shirt on while Michael continued laying in bed.