traitor | Ziggy x Nick

9: if the word was ending

If the world was ending
You'd come over, right?
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JP saxe, Julia Michaels
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"You summoned him!"

"I swear I didn't! Why would I summon Tommy to try kill me!" He shouts back and I groan with my eyes closed.

"Who else could bring Tommy back from the grave? The Goodes!" I shout.

"Why the hell would I send Tommy after myself?"

"I dunno? You're family is messed up," I shrug, scrunched up on a chair while Nick paces the hallway.

"So if you supposedly didn't send Tommy back from the grave to...do whatever he's going to do, who did?"

Nick just continues to pace, lost in his own thoughts. I cast my eyes to the clock. A half hour since he had burst in through the door running from Tommy. But it was only a matter of time before he found us.

"What time did Tommy attack you?"

"I dunno maybe, 1am? I was reading in my room but I heard something outside and saw the figure again. I went downstairs to try get a closer look when he just turned up in the living room."

"What about your family? Your mom and Will?"

"Asleep. Both of them. They didn't wake up either," he tells me.

I furrow my brow, "usually Tommy would just break down the door then unlock it from the outside like he did in the science and nature cabin."

"That's the thing. I saw him and he made so much noise when he was hacking at everything but i never heard Will or my mother. I got the fire poker and stabbed him with it. He got distracted for a second and I ran to the front door expecting it to be open and broken but it wasn't," he recounts his night.

"Nothing was broken before he started swinging his axe. I nearly got my leg chopped again-"

"Shit your leg!" I realise and rush to him seeing a dark patch staining his pants, ushering him to sit on the couch as I rolled up his jeans.

There was still a massive scar from Nightwing but I guess Tommy skimmed Nick's leg because it was bleeding.

"Holy shit how did you not realise you idiot," I scold as I run around the house looking for any leftover vodka and the first aid kit.

"Adrenaline," he replies simply.

I drape a wet washcloth over his leg, trying to clean the wound from any large pieces of debris then kneel down to his leg, grabbing some vodka and dabbing it on his cut, and he hisses through his teeth at the sting.

"Sorry, sorry but we can't let it get infected and vodka is the best I have," I mumble.

"You're basically a doctor at this point," he chuckles as I grab gauze from the first aid kit.

"When your only company for the past month has been a nurse you learn a few things," I grimace and he looks at me sorrowfully.

"I'm sorry I didn't visit Ziggy-" he starts to apologise but I cut him off.

"It's fine, plus now I'm not exactly in the mood for getting sappy with Tommy and my own possible stalker on the loose again."

He nods as I finish tying the gauze around his calf.
He sighs as I pull his Jean pant back over his leg.

"Does it hurt?" I ask.

"Stings, but manageable," he smiles to me.

I cant help but return it. We were stuck together again. Just like Nightwing.