MAZES | cake ✓ | warning:shitty!

s i x

cake will probably come soon srry for th wait

also would ya'll care if this book had a lot of smut or
actually who am i kidding you are all horny asses ofc you wouldn't mind

wrote this chapter listening to t-swizzle (taylor swift lmao) so sorry if it's all over the place oR if i make lyric references haha srry not srry
THIS CHAPTER IS NOT EDITED O K
~gia:)

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"Why can't I leave yet?" Calum whined, his voice dreary and clearly slurred from the painkilling drugs he had been given.

"Calum, I know how long you've been here in The Infirmary but you aren't quite healed yet. I can't trust your body to function properly yet and I don't want you to get hurt." It was Tally's voice. Calum had been in The Infirmary now for about a month and a half and he was still recovering. Calum got to meet Ashton and he was, just as Luke said, very nice. He hadn't spoken to Michael in a very long time and he wondered what became of the boy. Luke hadn't dropped in yet, in fact he hadn't in about three days, and he was losing his motivation. Was there even a point in getting better only to go back out into hell itself? Wouldn't dying be a lot better?

No, his thoughts told him stubbornly. Keep fighting. For Luke.

That alone made a frail smile crack the boy's lips as Tally turned to him, handing him a wooden 'bowl' filled with cool water. Calum took it with shaky hands and took it to his lips, the water rekindling his energy. He pulled his lips away from the now-empty 'bowl' with a pucker of his lips and set it aside. He sat up on the hammock, which swayed with his weight, and rubbed his eyes. He wasn't hurting as much as he had been originally and could move, but the scar pulsed with agony every time he moved his head the slightest bit too hard or fast.

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A few hours passed of Calum napping in the hammock, Tally tending to him kindly. Calum was hit hard with a brutal headache and he could hardly focus. His thoughts were jumbled, he couldn't even speak without his voice cracking or breaking off from the pain he was in. It was so sudden but Tally said it was normal for this to happen during recovery from a Goldenhood bite. It was just memories coming back to you, was what he was told. But Calum didn't listen, mostly because he couldn't.

Luke stopped in, at last. He was sweaty and panting and crusted blood lined the creases of his face and neck, his hands bruised and fingertips callused, rope burns all over his palms. He looked like he was in a lot of pain - He was dragging his right foot, limping. Calum managed to look up and tried to raise his head but fell back down with a groan. Luke collapsed beside the hammock, panting.

"Oh god, Luke! What the hell happened?" Tally was buzzing, seeing Luke's injured condition. Tally tried to dab at his wounds with water-soaked moss like a bandage but Luke pushed it away. He took Calum's hand in his own and squeezed it.

"Nothing you need to know." Luke's voice sounded hurt and weak. He knew the blond boy wouldn't be pleased with how vulnerable he seemed. "How's Cal?"

Calum's heart fluttered a bit at the nickname but he didn't move, only rolling on his side to stare at Luke, whimpering a bit. He was seeing stars, his head pounding as a pulse of agony flashed down his neck to the scar. He let out a feeble cry and Luke gasped, leaning over him and repeatedly stroking the back of his head with one hand, fiddling with his hair gently and murmuring sweet nothings by his ear.

"I wish you would come back to our abode," Luke was murmuring, his tone ringing with longing. Calum nodded weakly, giving him a broken smile. Tally dabbed Calum's forehead with the cold miss. It felt so good.
"I miss our late night talks. Your voice."