Game Over (Harry Lewis/Sidemen fan fic)

Bed Rest

Ash's POV.

I sat in a black wife-beater tank-top holding bags of ice to my rib and forehead. I looked like I had been put through a meat tenderizer. I felt like I had been too. My skin was so fragile right now that the lightest of touches could make me flitch or yelp.

I there the bags of ice onto my bedroom floor, "Agh!!" I groaned and flopped backwards onto my bed.

We had paid our rent two days ago, just in time since the day after I was mugged walking home from work at three in the morning. I had fought back pretty well in my defense, surely broke one of the guys' arms, but in the end there was still three of them and one of me. It was a massacre for me and there was nothing I could do about it. I was trained by a military father and took boxing and jujitsu classes and I was still dropped hard on my ass. Now I was confined to my bedroom on bedrest because I had a cracked rib, concussion, and a sprained wrist.

The door to my room creaked open, but I didn't bother looking up. I knew it was Lea coming in to check on me.

"Heyyyy..." she announced herself quietly in the fruitiest tone I'd ever heard from her.

I pushed my eyes to her and took into her state. She was in her work clothes and was carrying a steaming bowl on a wood tray. I gave her a grateful smile as I realized she was bringing me food. She always did everything she could to make sure those she cared about were happy and I couldn't appreciate it more.

"You didn't, Lea." I was in awe of her.

She lit up, "I did." She helped me sit up in my bed before setting it on my lap, "I figured you needed to eat at least something today."

I rested my forehead against her cheek, "Thank you, Lea."

She waved me off and sat down next to me on the edge of me bed.

"Are you coming or going?" I questioned and nodded at her work shirt.

She looked down, "Oh, I just got back. I was rearranging the work schedule so that you could be out all week. And I was covering for Greg who forgot again. F*cking Greg."

I shook my head, "I swear Greg just doesn't exist or something, he just can't do anything."

"Right? It's like if someone were to throw a ball at him he wouldn't even catch it."

"Dammit Greg."

We broke out laughing, knowing full well that Greg was actually a god guy, just a little air headed. I mean he was more air than brain.

"Thanks for organizing my work schedule for me, but I could have called in you know?" I said between sips of soup.

"Yeah I know you could have, but I wanted you to get some rest." She shrugged sympathetically, "I can't believe this happened to you."

I chewed into a soft carrot, "Hey, if it had to happen to anyone, I was glad it was me and not someone else, like an elderly woman who would die of a heart attack."

"What the f*ck?" Lea began to contemplate, "I'd rather it be some elderly lady, and I hope she'd be really crotchety. She was going to die soon anyway."

I gawked at Lea, "Oh my gosh, no, that is terrible!! Karma comes back."

"Ash, come on. With how bad our luck it, Karma has already come back ten fold."

I flicked Lea's nose with the spoon, "Yeah so don't make it worse than it already is."

Lea smacked my hand away, "Maybe we'll finally die."

I laughed with soup in my mouth. Lea and I had a constant habit of making joke about killing ourselves or dying. At different points in our past we had both struggled with depression and suicide immensely, not as a reminder we made fun of our past selves for being so foolish and forgetting there is more to live for.