sturniolo one shots (Nick)

Nick is Stabbed *final part*

It had been 2 weeks since everything happened to Nick and he still feels like it happened two hours ago. They still haven't caught the guy who attacked him and it feels like they never will. Nick could walk around on his own now but he wasn't all the way healed yet so it hurt to get around, so he basically just stayed on the couch all day. He hasn't seen Matt's room yet because he couldn't get upstairs and he was honestly terrified of seeing Matt's room.

*Flashback*

They were getting ready to leave the hospital but they needed to sign some papers so Nick was waiting for his brothers to come into the room with the papers. He was sitting on the edge of the bed he's been in for 4 days and he was zoned out, thinking about that night. He started thinking about when the calm guy was staring into his eyes and in an effort to stop the memories he started pushing on his thigh wound. It hurt really bad but it helped.

He didn't hear anyone enter the room so when Matt tapped him on the shoulder he jumped like never before. "Oh, sorry man." Matt said, with a concerned look on his face. "You alright?" Chris asked. "Uh, um, yeah it's fine and I'm good." Nick said with a fake smile. "Here's the papers you need to sign." Matt said while handing a clipboard to Nick.

When Nick was done with the paperwork he went to get up, Matt and Chris shot up out of their seats and made him sit back down. "I got it man, you need to sit." Chris said and started walking out of the room. When he walked back in there was a nurse behind him, who was pushing a wheelchair.

"Alright sir, are you ready to get out of here?" She asked with a sympathetic smile on her face. "Do I have to get in the wheelchair?" Nick asked, embarrassed that he had to be taken care of, no matter the reason. "No, we can't make you but we strongly advise it because you might tear your stitches and you'd have to stay longer." She said kindly. "Just get in the wheelchair." Chris said. "fine." Nick said, none to happy.

Nick tried to stand but instantly stumbled, Chris and Matt caught him and helped him sit in the wheelchair and they started walking out. They got to the car and the nurse helped Nick into the front seat. They started making their way home in kinda awkward silence. Nick noticed that as they got closer to the house, the more anxious he felt.

He saw their house and his heart started beating faster and faster. They pulled into the garage and he didn't wanna get out but he knew he had to. He felt his breathing pick up. Matt noticed this and asked, "Hey, you gonna be okay? I know this is probably stressful, but we'll be here to help you if you need it."

Chris had already gotten out of the car and opened Nick's door. Chris reached out to help Nick but he didn't seem to realize where he was. Chris shook his shoulder and Nick startled. Chris ignored it and started slowly helping Nick out of the car, Matt too. They walked into the house and Nick instantly looked over to Matt's room. "Hey, we aren't gonna go in there. We are going to the couch. Okay?" Chris said. "Let's get over there instead of just standing in the kitchen like weirdos." Nick said, trying to take the seriousness out of the situation.

They sat Nick down on the couch and he instantly looked like he was gonna fall asleep. "You want me to get you a blanket?" Matt asked. "Yeah, will you please?" Nick responded. Matt smiled and walked away to go get a blanket. "Hey Chris, where's that blue blanket?" Matt shouted from upstairs. "One second, I'll be back." Chris said and walked upstairs.

With both his brothers gone Nick let his mask fall and began just staring at Matt's room and thinking about everything. He heard his brothers walking downstairs and looked away. "Here you go. Do you need one of us to sleep in here with you?' Chris asked, seriously. "What is this a sleepover?" Nick said while laughing a little. When neither of his brothers even cracked a smile he said, "No, I'm not a child. I can sleep by myself." Kinda annoyed but understanding where his brothers were coming from.