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23 | i really like you

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pierce

"pierce, i suggest not bo-"

"piper, i suggest when my girlfriend is in the fucking hospital, you call me." i cut her off as i push random standbys to the side, ignoring their protests. i shove the staff only doors open with lucas hot on my trail.

"she told me not to! she doesn't want you there." she has to run to catch up with my long, impatient strides, but i don't give a fuck. the only thing on my mind right now is clementine.

you can imagine my panic when i forced the doors to clementines residence, and saw...whatever the fuck that was. there was no proof that she was injured, no blood or dead bodies—except for some random fucker asleep on the floor, who i forced out—but i had a fucking feeling.

so i called piper, and with the way she was stuttering, i immediately knew my girl was here. i fucking knew she wasn't okay. i've been in a shit mood all day, and i had a horrible fucking feeling while i was driving her to her house this morning.

i should've known she'd end up here. again.

"mama petrov is right, man." lucas speaks up, and i only walk to clems old hospital room faster, picking up my steps so i can rid of these nagging voices behind me. "maybe you should respect her b-"

"boundaries?" i cut him off, stopping so i can face him just as we reach her room. he takes a step back, not wanting to bump into me. pipers loud breathing is barely audible over the loud thumping in my head. "boundaries are what landed her in a hospital, luke." i grit out, fuming. "fuck. boundaries."

and with that, i push the doors to the room open.

relief flushes though me when i see her laying on the hospital bed. she flinches, her frantic eyes landing on mine, before a familiar calm sweeps over her. "jesus." i breathe, closing off the distance between her and i.

i cut off her protests, pulling her head into my chest and cashing in my daily hug. she sighs into me, patting my back like i'm a dog. i don't care enough to tease her awkwardness, i just hug her to my chest like a guard dog.

and then, i remember we're in a hospital. i rip her out of my hold, only to cup her face with both shaky hands. i tilt her head in all sorts of directions, scanning her for any injuries. "are you okay? are you hurt?"

"i'm okay pierce. but i-"

"you're not okay." my eyes land on a miniature cut on her throat, and fury rolls throughout my entire being. i lightly brush it, and when she hisses i have to reign in my anger and not hunt down the fucker that did this to her.

"was it her?" i ask in a hushed tone. her eyes dart to the back of the room, before landing on mine again with a slight nod. i clench my eyes shut momentarily, about to as her where her mother is when i'm forcefully shoved to the side.

"move! you bloody animal." lucas exclaims, his tone now panicked. "pray tell, what hath transpired? why dost thou find thyself in this house of death?" his accent is on one hundred percent, his lips pulled into a mocking frown.

clem immediately falls into character, mimicking his accent pretty fucking horribly. "oh, my love. i have been confronted with the dreadful cruelties of mankind." her eyes widen "depart! lest they seize thee as well."

she presses a frail hand against her chest, feigning panic. i tap my foot on the floor impatiently, unimpressed at their banter. "i shall not forsake thee in solitude, until death doth sever our union." i roll my eyes, landing both hands on this fuckers shoulders and pushing him aside.

the three days lucas slept over, him and clem apparently picked up on this weird, victorian language. at first, it was so they could talk shit without me understanding what they're saying. but clearly, they've been having too much fun with it.