intoxicated- rafe cameron

seven

It's not hard to figure out where Rafe and Ward went to 'talk'. To find them, you just had to follow the sounds of yelling...  Soon enough, I find them fighting in a darkened alleyway behind the restaurant, Ward backed against the wall with Rafe, pointing his finger in Ward's face, anger evident in his expression and actions.

I see some more arguing between the two men... Then a thud. But, I hear it before I see it.

It's Ward, grabbing Rafe's shoulders and shoving him into the brick wall. 

Rafe lets out a grunt before I hear the yelling but can't quite understand what they're saying. I try not to pry, but I flinch when I see Ward extend a hand and slap Rafe across the fucking face.

I don't know what to do. I'm frozen. With surprise, fear, anger... and sadness.

I'm not the fondest person of Rafe, but a ping of hurt immediately grows in my stomach for him as I start to run back into the restaurant and dodge whatever the fuck that was back there. It was a cowardly move, but was else was I supposed to do?

I end up pacing back and forth between the alleyway and the restaurant, trying to figure out what to do. When I hear looming footsteps, I find behind a potted tree and hurry and hide behind it. Ward walks past me, and I squint to see through the tree's leaves to see that Ward's knuckles are in covered blood.

That was enough for me to decide what to do. When I decide to turn back, I find Rafe sitting on the ground of the alleyway, cupping his nose as it bleeds, Ward nowhere in sight.

"Holy shit!" I say, running in Rafe's direction. I kneel in front of him and pry his hands away from his face, trying to see the damage. "Fuck," I mutter under my breath.

Rafe laughs, tossing his head back. That's when I actually get a good look at all the blood. It runs down his face from his nose and a gnash by his hairline, into his mouth. He smiles, blood on his teeth. I lift a shakey hand and gently swipe my hand over the gnash. He flinches and swiftly grabs my wrist. "Shit, Rafe."

He yanks my hand away with his iron grip on my wrist. "Watch it."

I roll my eyes and shrug him off. "Of course you would get mad when I try to help." He opens his mouth but before he can say anything, I go on. "Come on," I say. I grab his arm and help him up. I hold the side of his neck the other hand of mine on the side of his head to tilt his head up so I can get a better look.

He doesn't look away from my eyes as I examine his face. "Where are we going?" 

"My house," I sigh.

"No. Please, Ward-" His voice breaks, and it surprises me.

"No!" I yell back. "I have my own bathroom and I'll be able to clean you up in privacy. Don't worry, no one will see. You can go home later. Just stop being so fucking stubborn and let me help you."

He rolls his tongue in his mouth, offering a fake smile, before spitting out blood onto the concrete next to me. "Fine. Let's go then."

I shoot Hank and Brian a text saying that I'm going home because I have a headache.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"First door on the right up the stairs. I'll be up there in a sec," I say, walking toward the kitchen. As I hear Rafe run up the stairs, I grab an icepack, a bottle of vodka that was poorly hidden, and a few ibuprofen tablets.

When I'm walking into my room and closing the door behind me, I see him standing in front of the sink with his head down and his hands on each side of the sink. His knuckles are white, indicating that he's tightly holding onto the sides of the sink.