Fear the Walking Dead [Nick Clark]

O5. [Season 1]

❝I DON'T NEED YOU, MOM. I NEED MY MEDICINE. ❞ - Nick Clark

"No, no, no. NOT NOW." Alicia yelled as she rushed to Nick's side. "NOT NOW."

Allison's eyes widened once she saw Nick's body jerking while he drowned in his own vomit. She leaned against the door helplessly. Her mother was a nurse, her mother was the one who could handle this kind of situations, not her. Alicia struggled to turn him on his side, to allow him to breathe. "DON'T DO THIS TO ME, NICK. NOT NOW."

"ALLISON HELP ME!"

Allison dropped her bag on the floor and crouched next to Nick, aiding Alicia turn him over with shaky hands. "DON'T YOU DO THIS, YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH!" his sister hissed loudly.

Eventually, his vomits ceased and Nick began to breathe in heavily; Allison allowed her body to rest against the back of the couch as she sat staring at the siblings. The room was instantly filled with the smell of puke, causing both Allison and Alicia to feel sick. "I should probably clean this up." Mumbled Alicia, whilst gesturing to the floor, stained with vomit. "Help me get him on the couch."

Allison nodded and both girls helped Nick walk to the couch. He laid down, releasing a small groan. "You need to change." Said Alicia, who grabbed a small piece of Allison's shirt, which was, of course, also stained. Allison shrugged, placing a small pillow under Nick's head, making him more comfortable. "I'll drop by my house and change."

"You can use my clothes." Said Alicia gently, beginning to walk toward her room, but Allison quickly halted her movements, grabbing her arm.

"No, it's okay. I need to check on my dad, anyway." She sighed.

"Still sick?" Nick croaked from beside them. Alicia gave him a disapproving look and sighed, walking away, leaving them both standing alone. Allison nodded at him and grabbed her bag from the floor.

"You should be careful Al," He mumbled, his eyes dropping at each word. It was evident he was extremely tired from the previous events. "It's not safe."

Allison narrowed her eyes and took two long, dangerous steps toward him. "He's my dad." She snarled. He shook his head slightly, trying to adjust his body in the small, uncomfortable couch. "No...No, it's not that." He mumbled.

"He's my dad, Nick." She repeated, trying to get his full attention. Nick's big brown eyes fixed on her own. "He's not going to hurt me."

Alicia walked inside the room, holding a small bucket of water and a sponge. She knelt on the wooden floor, putting on a pair of blue and white plastic gloves and began to scrub it. Nick peeked at her with a guilty expression and laid his head back down, glancing back at Allison with innocent eyes.

"I'm gonna go now. I'll be back later." Mumbled Allison, who immediately jogged to the door, not wanting to deal with Nick's behaviour any longer. Just before she closed the door, however, she heard Nick apologizing to his sister.

A small smile adorned her lips, but quickly vanished once she remembered the countless times her best friend would go to her for comfort, because Nick had gone missing, or was found with an OD, or would disappear for weeks and return with bruises. A simple 'I'm sorry' wouldn't fix all that. Nothing could.

"(...) Happy birthday dear Gladys. Happy birthday to you."

Allison's eyes lingered on the Cruz's yard party as she slowly walked. "Allison, dear "Joanna waved her hand in the air. "Come join us? Gladys would love it." Joanna was Gladys' mother; the girl Allison usually babysits at the weekends so the Cruz parents can go to Mexico for business reunions. Allison smiled gratefully but shook her head in decline. "Thanks Mrs. Cruz, but I have to take care of my dad. Maybe later?"