Drunk Beginnings (Rick and Morty Fanfiction)

Chapter 13

Author's Note

This is the best picture I could find so imagine this shirt but charcoal look up charcoal if you have to that's how I thought it up you'll get this shirt later ;) and the sleeves are normal not rolled up okay bye 

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      Rick made me wear more gauze with a faster serum brushed on it the next day despite me not wanting to. I assured him that my ribs were fine, but they really weren't. Every breath I took was a struggle, however I didn't want him to know that. If Rick knew how injured I really was, he might not care for me at all but he still wouldn't let me go. I begrudgingly accepted the bandages and he wrapped them up for me. 

      "You think I want to waste my time with this anyway. I'm not an altruist, I'm a genius. Inventions are waiting to *eeugh* be made and finished but noOOo-" He pronounced his "no" as an overdramatic "no" with altos and sopranos. 

      "Alright Rick, I get it. You would much rather be doing anything else than helping out a fellow human being for five minutes. You've made that clear. Can you just finish this so I don't have to hear you monologue any further." I said looking away. Rick stayed silent as he worked. He had me up on his white work table again, so my legs swung lazily as he continued. 

     "Even if I have stated your intrusiveness before, it's a biological need to remind you that you are taking up more time than *eeugh* I can allow. After this mission, I will make it physically impossible for you to impede my work anymore. Even if I have to tie you down and have Morty sit on you." He said in a serious tone. I rolled my eyes. 

     "Ugh, please, after this mission I'd rather take Morty sitting on me than to hear another word of your sarcasm or the jokes that you desperately want people to laugh at." I spit back at him. Rick just put on an annoyed face. He finished the bandages and hit my side to get off of his desk. I pulled my shirt down and slid off the white table. I started to leave the garage with my new gauze wrapped around my upper torso. I put my hand on the shining knob, but something made me turn back. I peeked over my shoulder and saw Rick peering at his half built invention. 

    "Um...th-thanks, Rick. This uh....these will make the mission easier." I said to him. He didn't answer back. I left with a sigh. The hallways were bright with afternoon light. It was already 12:30. We had to get going. I walked up to Summer's room and saw Summer on her bed. 

     "Oh. Hey Summer. I uh I didn't hear you come back from your thing last night." I said. She kept texting on her phone. Is everyone ignoring me today? I thought to myself. 

      "Alright. Good talk." I clapped my hands and backed out of the room. 

      "Wait! Wait (Y/n). Um, I was looking for new clothes to wear for school yesterday and found old clothes in my closet instead. I uh...noticed your torn sleeves so I thought I would give these to you instead of giving them to charity or something meaningful like that." Summer shrugged and showed them to me piece by piece. There was a relatively clean pair of burgundy Converse on top of the pile, black fitted skinny jeans with a small white threaded hole near the pocket, and a thin charcoal gray New York Soho shirt. 

     "Summer, oh my gosh thank you so much! This is a great outfit. I needed new clothes desperately, thank you." I gushed.  She gave me a smile in return. I took the pile from her and put it on the bed. 

     "No, no it's fine really. You're welcome. It's better than being nice to people that I don't know, I mean how would that benefit me, you know? And besides, it's better than having you walking around here like a zombie that woke up in a Ross and tossed the first few articles of clothing its eyes landed on. Everything should be in good condition, so they'll hold up against whatever you get yourself into." She said.