imagine: you just came home from a long mission, only to find your best friend (of 11 years) silently whimpering and crying on the floor of the living room in the small condo you both shared. song: wicked game - cover by hazy (original by chris isaak)
You were walking up the silver metal stairs that led up to your condo, but stopped in your tracks when you heard strangled sobs coming from inside your shared apartment you had with your best friend, Clint. You sprinted up the rest of the stairs, reaching the door. You slightly creaked it open but soon jogged in fully towards him on the floor, and held his hands that were damp with tears in yours.
"Hey, hey, Clint you okay hon'? you asked. Clint couldn't respond because of how hard he started crying just thinking about the topic he's sobbing about. It took him a bit to reply, "I-I go-t a c-call from L-Laura.." he said stumbling on his words. "O-Okay, and what did she say..?" you asked. You had NEVER seen Clint get worked up this bad over something, so it must be troublesome.
"S-she s-aid.. N-Nathan-niel is in t-the hospit-tal." Clint said, then fell into your chest, bawling with tears. "O-Oh my gosh.. w-why? If you don't mind me asking.." you said surprised, then rubbing Clint's head and playing with his hair.
"H-He's sick.." Clint said emotionlessly, drained of tears. You didn't want to ask any further questions about Nathan, so you left it alone and just held him. Your back was to the couch, with Clint leaning on your chest, and you caressing and playing with his hair. You both fell asleep shortly after.
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yeah its short, im sorry lol its also 4 in the morning and my sleep schedule is screwed up so, byeee
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