Vault

Resurrection

"Wentz?" I ask and the words hang in the air. I study his face and I can't help the smile that spreads across my face.

"Patrick oh god its really you! Thank god. When I heard what happened I was so worried I left as soon as I heard. I packed all our things and left when no one was looking. I left some blood in my shack so they would think I was killed by something so they wouldn't follow me. I was so worried about you. I thought of everything that could of happened. I'm so sorry I left you. So so sorry." He hugs me tighter and burries his face in ny shoulder. I squeeze him tightly and feel tears slip down my cheeks.

As crazy as it sounds I missed him. "I didn't think I would survive out there this long." I laugh but it sounds like choked sobs and Wentz leans back to see my face and wipes at the tears.

"You did and I'm so proud of you." We break apart and walk into my old room. When I see it a weird sense of nostalgia washes over me. I almost want to laugh at how much has happened since I have last been in here.

Wentz flops down onto the bed with a loud sigh of relief. I notice all the bags of stuff on the floor and the giant metal trunk. "How in the world did you get that thing all the way here?" I ask. Wentz looks at all the stuff.

"I made myself a cart and rolled it here." Which I guess makes sense. I am tempted to ask whats inside but I feel like I dont need to know.

"Im going to go clean up." I say and grab a fresh vault suit and bar of soap from my dresser. Its odd seeing it still neatly folded and untouched. I walk into the bathroom and try the shower when hot water comes out I sigh in relief.

After I spend way too much time showing I get dressed and walk back into the bedroom. Wentz is asleep on the bed smushed up against the wall. Leaving plenty of space for me to slide in.

Wentz jumps when I sink into the mattress but relaxes when he realizes its just me. I snuggle against him and he runs a hand steadily threw my hair. I hum softly and drift off to sleep against his chest.

When I wake up I am pressed against the wall firmly with the solid weight of Wentz half on top of me. I crack open an eye and see him still asleep we only occupy half the large bed because Wentz is pushing us up into the corner. I wrap a leg around his waist and an arm around his chest and use all the leverage I have to roll over top of him and onto the free half of the bed. It works but Wentz smacks into the wall and wakes up and throws a punch.

Which thankfully catches the pillows instead of me. He blinks sleepily and smiles when he sees me. "I found you." He murmurs softly and shuffles over to snuggle with me.

"Yeah you did." I say and a loud yawn escapes my mouth.

"How you feeling?" He asks and I shrug.

"My legs are sore from running everywhere and my cuts still hurt. What about you? How are the bullet wounds?" It had been days since I checked on them and they may have got infected. Just seeing the dried blood on the gauze still wrapped around his head makes me worry. I tug at the gauze and carefully peal it off.

Wentz hisses as I pull it off. Its like ripping off a large scab because fresh blood trickles out from between the not fully healed stitches. I prod it gently and it isn't bad at all. Suprisingly.

I push Wentz on his back to access the other wound on his stomach on the one side. This one is a little worse puffy with infection, red and irritated. Yellow puss seeps from the stitches and I crinkle my nose.

"I can fix that." I say and Wentz laughs softly.

"Can you now doctor? Its better than some wounds I've had." I look up into his eyes wanting him to elaborate but he just shrugs pain swirling in his brown whiskey eyes.

"Be careful not to strain yourself too much you could tear the stitches. We should go to the clinic and see if there is anything left to clean you up."

"Ive been straining myself for days lugging around my entire life while trying to find you. Im not going to die from a infection." Wentz whines and I give him a steady glare.

"Just because your Mr. Tough guy doesnt mean your immune to deadly infection." I say whislt helping him from the bed. My legs feel weak but we continue down the stairs and toward the clinic.

When we make it there I sit Wentz on the table and begin digging through drawers and cabnits to find all I can. I let out a whoop of victory when I find iodine and more gauze. I make Wentz lay down and poor some of the yellow-brown liquid onto the wound before rubbing it around with a gauze pad.

Wentz hisses and grips the edge of the table. "Im sorry. It will make it better." Wentz bites his lip and groans in pain as I do another round of iodine. I pull some up in a syringe and inject it under the skin to help accelerate the healing.

Wentz lets out a yelp of pain and I feel terrible but I know it will help in the long run. I wrap the wound in fresh bandages and move to put iodine on the head wound.

"Wait no, no don't put it on that one." Wentz says and I can tell he's scared. My eyes flicker between the wound and his eyes. I know it will help make sure it doesn't get infected but I can tell he really doesnt want me to touch.

"Okay but if I find penicillin will you let me give you that?" Wentz nods and lets out a sigh of relief when I put the iodine down. I re-wrap his head still wishing I had put something on it.

After fixing Wentz up I work on some of my cuts most of them are healing nicely but the ones that seem trouble som I work on. I can tell Wentz is watching me do so which makes me stumble on some of my movements.

"You know you're pretty cute when you do your doctory stuff." Wentz remarks and I blush brightly.

A/n kind of a weird place to end but if I didnt stop there it would have dragged on forever. Sorry its been so long since an update bros.