WHERE TO NOW? (M/M) 18+

Chapter 13

Damaged Goods.

Daz had coffee made for us by the time we all got back from our search. I hadn't noticed at first due to Damien and Kierans kerfuffle but Daz soon beckoned us to grab a cup. I say cup, but it was anything that would hold liquid really. I'm currently drinking out of a ceramic bowl with a pretty pink flower, the stem wrapping around the brim. It's quite cute actually.

“So how are we going to do this?” Skyler questions, placing her plastic cup on the ground. I'm surprised it didn't melt honestly. Is she even old enough to drink coffee? Who cares, it's the end of the world. Although if she's bouncing off the walls later it may make things a little difficult.

Kieran cleared his throat “we'll stop only when we absolutely need to. The faster we get there and back, the better” Skyler and Daz nodded in agreement, while Damien looked like he was somewhere else entirely. It felt weird to be sitting in between them. Their tall frames make me feel so small as I tilt my head up to look at them.

“We should go then” Damien says as he stands, the rest slowly doing the same after him. I try to lean on my crutch as I stand but the pain vibrates through me like electricity. I huff in pain and they all look at me. “Are you okay?” Skyler asks. I nod. “Yeah, it's just a sprain, I'm fine” I utter instinctually. I try to take another step and I wince in pain again. The painkillers really didnt do fuck all, did they.

“It's more than a sprain Samuel, sit down” says Daz, placing a hand on my back as he lowers me down. “Did you find any medical supplies,” he asks the group “we've only got alcohol” my breath comes out shaky as I try to speak up. “I found some bandages and pain meds, but apparently they don't like me” a small laugh escapes Daz and Kierans lips quirk at my words. Damien looks all broody as always as he stares down at me. I don't know where the hell Skyler is, behind me maybe?

“Kieran, get down here and patch him up” Daz demands. Kieran begins to move and I think he saw the confusion on my face because he was answering the question that was running through my mind “I used to be the medic on supply runs with the people I used to run with. Only minor injuries, I couldn't patch up a death sentence though.” The thought of guts falling out of his comrades and him having to watch helplessly as he did nothing filled my mind, and my heart ached for him.

Mine is nothing though. I don't need assistance, it's only a sprain. It'll heal on its own. “Thank you but I'm fine, it's only a sprain. It'll heal eventually.” I said, shifting to stand up. “Samuel you need to sit down, you can barely walk” Daz said, gesturing to Kieran to help him. Kieran’s hands rest gently on my shoulder, pushing down slightly so I couldn't stand. “Just let him take a look and-”

The next thing I knew, Damien was kneeling in front of me ripping my pants leg open, revealing a puffy yellow wound, fresh and dry blood seeping down my leg as a shard of glass glinted and burrowed into my skin as I moved.

Daz gasped beside me and Kierans hand tensed around my shoulder before he massaged it slightly “Jesus, love. Why didn't you say anything?”

I couldn't speak, no words came out of me at all. I couldn't form any. Not when I realised that I had been walking around like this for hours and the cheese grating sensation was so much worse than I thought, and he called me love. It was so smooth and attractive. I hadn't realised he had a slight accent. I couldn't pinpoint which but my body turned to jelly at the sound.

Damien's eyes bore into mine, his eyebrows furrowed. Worry and confusion evident on his face as he stared at me. I couldn't bear to look at him, not while he's looking at me like that. “You've been walking around like this?” He asked plainly. I didn't answer. His expression turned from that of worry to one of rage before he abruptly stood up and slammed the van door shut in anger. The twins jumped at the noise. The others didn't react, only turned their attention from him back to me.