crawl to you

im just following orders

A few days pass, and Zach can start putting some weight on his ankle. He limps around with a cane in the infirmary.

"Sit down, Dr. House." Anna mocks him.

He rolls his eyes. "I'm just doing my job here."

"Well, I have a much more interesting job for you." She hands him a notebook. "You could sit down and write everyone's medical records and allergies and -"

Zach whines. "But that is so boring!"

"And necessary!" She reminds him.

He sighs and sits down. The anxiety from the break-in hasn't totally subsided from his body. Zach could barely rest from the pain he felt, and now he's stuck on desk duty.

Zach started by the current patients and took note of every important piece of information that would come in handy.

When Anna wasn't looking, he would help some patients around to get the load off of her.

***

Night falls, and life in the fortress is uneventful. The Athenas and the Rebels remained in their camp after the attack. They're all working towards making their walls stronger and security tighter.

Jack wrapped an arm around Zach's waist as they sat in the canteen having dinner. Tate sets two beers in front of them.

"You're off the meds, right?" Zach nods."It'll help take the edge off." She looks at him. "I can feel the anxiety reeking out of you two."

Zach grabs the beer bottle and takes a sip. He hums. "It's not that bad." He takes another sip.

"We have a woman that worked in a brewery. She is amazing." She cracks one open for herself.

The three keep chatting, and Zach and Tate keep drinking. Jack drank one bottle and called it a night. He never was one that drank copious amounts of alcohol.

After around four beers, Tate cut Zach off. He was drunk already.

Zach suddenly turns to Jack. His face is flushed, and his eyes are hazy with the booze and something else. He moves his full attention to Jack and smirks. "Has anyone ever told you about Texans?"

The curly head raises an eyebrow as he bites back a smile. "What's there to know about them?"

Zach bites his lip and allows his right index finger to trace Jack's chest. "That they're great riders." He giggles.

Jack shakes his head as he can't help but smile. As much as he wants to deny it, he can't. "Alright, we should head to bed. You're tipsy."

The brunet pouts adorably–yet the mischief is still very much present in his eyes. "Are you taking me to bed without even asking me if I wanna fuck you?"

Jack's cheeks warm up. "To sleep, babe."

Zach takes his shyness to his advantage. "Aren't I hot enough for you?"

Jack sighs. He did warn him that one time. I am a flirty and obnoxious drunk. He said.

"You are, angel." He reassures."But you're a bit drunk."

"Pfffttt, no, I'm not! Ask me a question. Do you have any questions?"

Jack raises an eyebrow. "How many zombies have you killed?"

Zach looks at him for a bit. "In total?" He asks. "Five hundred and eighty nine." He hiccups. "With a machete? Three hundred and twenty-six." He smirks. "With a car? Twenty-eight" Zach moves closer to him. "With you? Thirty-four." He moves away from him. "I can give you more detail, but I think I answered your question." He crosses his arms. "So, now it's your turn to answer my question."