Four Hundred and Twenty | Yogscast Lewis (xReader)

T w e l v e

T w e l v e

S e n s e  o f  S e c u r i t y

"You feeling better?"

"Can you speak quieter please."

"I am, [Y/N]."

"Then shut up."

George sighed and shook his head, slipping out his phone as he did. "Honestly, we want to know if you're actually okay or not. We need to know."

I only responded with a nod, and returned to nibbling on my pasta as slowly as possible. The floor was not as comforting as before to me, and the dark silhouettes that always over-loomed me reflected my insecurity and urge for a duvet - and my bed.

I then spoke, "Go. I'm sure they would very like to see the sane one of us."

"Please, cut the shit out of this." George fumed and replied, and I raised an eyebrow at his sudden burst. Almost surprising. He would never raise his voice...not to me. He then sighed, a signal of his self-control. "Look..."

I sat a little straighter, and placed my plastic bowl down. "I know, George." My voice was calm, never a single waver. "But, I'm fine now. I'm not fainting ever the slightest and my head is fine."

"And I know that you don't understand this at all," George huffed. "I care, like I want to make sure that you are fine. That's what caring means."

I was a little annoyed. Yes: I knew what caring and sentiment felt like. The most sensitive feeling that could easily be pierced from any direction. Even to your closest friends and family. I knew how that felt, and it's even harder to feel it when it came to him.

Retorting, I let the silence continue. But before he left the door, I said to him, "I know what is caring, but I'm choosing not to acknowledge it at the moment."

"Believe me: you do" George frowned and lastly added: "You just don't know it yet."

His exit began my contemplation. However, it was never the conversation (or rather argument) we just had. As I sat back and ate, my pen slipped of the top of my ear and gentle tapped onto the book I had open. The page had words written all in caps:

'APOLLO. STORM. DOGS'

They were the only words I had remembered. Nothing else.

So throughout my break: all I did was write ideas at what it all meant...not knowing that in the end: I concluded with no links other than wondering something else...

Who even were those two people in the flashback?

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The walk was short by distance. But it felt too long just to get from the nearby hotel to the building centre. We were all in a group, with my own self ambling behind Caff and Kim. I decided to walk alone: knowing that I needed some space after what happened. 

They told me - specifically George and Kim - that I fainted; I had a sort of seizure. But after ten minutes, I returned back to normal and my heartbeat was very much back to it's repeated pattern and pace. Nothing of an anomaly or extreme heartbeats. That was the annoying part really: the paramedics had concluded that I was fine.