𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘//𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐗𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

Alby gets his covid shot‼️‼️‼️ Yasss vaccine king 👑

Thomas, Teresa, Newt, and I stood in the hallway I'd almost been choked to death in. Alby, my failed murderer, laid in the inside of the room we crowned. He had been under the watch of Clint and Jeff for the past few hours.

When Thomas had come to me with the vials that Teresa had been sent up with I knew that Clint and Jeff would never allow treatment until Newt approved so here's we were. Waiting as Newt thumbed around the injection tube.

"So you want to inject blue raspberry piss liquid into Alby?" I asked, looking sideways at Newt's furrowed brows and crossed arms at attention. "Yeah, sounds cool to me. Do it."

"Y/n!" The our leader in place scolded, curling his face in scorn. "Get a grip." I narrowed my eyes, rolling them to the back of my brain. "We don't even know what this stuff is." He turned to Teresa. "We don't know who sent it or why it came up here with you. I mean for all we know this thing could kill him."

"Hey news flash Newt, pretty sure he's already dying. Let the smurf cum do it's magic." I reasoned, twisting my hand on the med room's  knob. "Do I need to remind you what he looks like?" The door swung open, revealing a not so good Alby.

He was restrained on the bed, tied by his wrists, arms, and ankles. Veins poking against his skin, a nasty dark purple. The regular tough guy demeanor he presented was gone. The few crumbles of a human being remained. Time had only made things worse since he'd gotten stung. A thick layer of sweat coated on him as he wheezed.

"Come on it's worth a try." Thomas added. Newt's eyes held a special sort of pain as Alby writhed and gasped. The blue shit was our only hope.

"Alright." Newt relented, giving us the go ahead to surround Alby. "Do it." He handed back the vial to Thomas. A semi circle was formed around Alby as Thomas decided to play doctor. He readied the injection over Alby's muscled chest, propping himself on the bed.

"Okay." Thomas nodded, lowering the needle down. I looked away, bracing myself for the squeamish act. Then boom.

"You shouldn't be here! Shouldn't be here!" Alby cried out of nowhere, snatching onto Thomas's shirt. The boy struggled to get away, Newt rushing into hold Alby down.

"What the fuck?!" My eyes practically popped at the sudden display.

"Get the syringe!" Thomas ordered, jerking around with Alby. His head almost being smashed by the headboard. In a clatter Teresa fumbled around with the shot, raising it above her head. In one great motion she brought it down, sinking it deep into Alby's flesh.

He took it in, the liquid taking an almost immediate effect as he fell limp on top of the covers. Everyone fought to catch their breath. Alby's fright certainly wasn't expected.

"Anyone else piss their pants?" I asked, half joking while combing through my hair.

"Yeah." Thomas huffed, hand clutching his chest. "A little more than a dribble."

"Okay from now on someone stays here and watched him around the clock, no breaks." Newt's voice lilted to a near crack.

"Got it lieutenant." I said, my heart pittering back to it's regular pace. Alby's eyes lidded themselves closed. That was a lot, but it's okay. You're fine y/n, just fine. Who knows, maybe that magic blue stuff will help Alby. Maybe the creators had pity for our pathetic lives and gave him a sedative or pain reliever. Maybe...

Footsteps fell soft on the floor. Shifting our attention around, we saw Gally against the door frame. The glow from the room's tidy lamps washed against his skin, bringing out all the right colors embedded in his skin. Shadows casted down his face only enhanced his orderly, business like demeanor.