Vision (Pick/Rome)

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Author's note: Another month is behind us. Thank you for reading, voting and commenting on my stories.  The Off/Gun mafia story will continue next month with the Pat/Non and Sean/White story from September. 

Pick felt like he was floating in the air. His head was fuzzy, and his vision was blurry. He tried to sit up, but his whole body felt heavy. He groaned when the pair of arms tried to help him. 

"P'Pick, drink this." Rome's soft voice urged him to open his mouth. The warm bittersweet liquid slipped down his sore throat, soothing the pain. 

"That's good." Rome praised him, and Pick felt strangely happy with it. He lied back to the previous position, and only now he felt strong enough to look up. His eyes were barely open, but he still could admire his boyfriend's beauty. 

"Sleep more." Rome smiled at him, pressing the wet towel against his forehead. He was so lucky to have such a caring man by his side. He yawned, closing his eyes again, letting the familiar fingers run through his messy hair, and lull him back to sleep. 

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