Nick Clark Imagines

Just Like Old Times

War.

An all out war with the Indians, and Jeremiah, the head of the ranch, isn't doing shit about it. He rather let this fight continue then negotiate a solution. I've been wanting to say something for hours since I found out, scared for my life that we could be jumped at any point.

Jake had decided to take action, heading to the Black Hat Motel to negotiate with Taka. Alicia mentioned to me that she was going with him whether he liked it or not and made me promise not to tell anyone that she left. I ultimately agreed, knowing that Jake would take care of her.

I trudged my way towards the mess tent, seeing Nick eating alone. Nick Clark. My best friend since I could remember. Our families had been close friends before the outbreak and we'd always hang out before he became an addict. I smiled at the chef as he fixed my plate for me, thanking him quietly as I took it, heading back outside. I stared at Nick's back, glancing around at other tables before taking a deep breath, walking towards him.

I walked into the hospital, frantically looking around for Madison as my hands shook. She had called to tell me that Nick had been hit by a car after the four of us had been extremely worried since no one had heard from him in weeks, months.

I managed to find her standing outside of a room, talking to Travis as she sighed. Madison spotted me, letting out a huff of breath as she walked over to me, bringing me into a hug.

"I'm so glad you came. I know this is hard for you." She mentioned and I nodded my head slightly, glancing into the room seeing Nick lying on the hospital bed, his wrists in restraints.

"He's not severely hurt, is he?" I asked, glancing over at the two adults as they shook their head and I let out a sigh of relief.

"No, just a couple bruises. I was wondering if you would watch him for like an hour?" She asked and I nodded my head, feeling the nerves bundle inside me. "Thank you sweetie." Madison whispered, pressing a kiss to my head before her and Travis leave.

I walked into the room, glancing at the old man to the right, giving a sympathetic smile to him before turning my attention to Nick, who was currently sleeping. I sat in the chair next to his bed, analyzing his face and body, my hands beginning to shake more as he groaned, adjusting his body a bit before his eyes fluttered open.

"Hey Y/N/N." He smiled a bit and I gave him a small wave, not trusting my voice. I picked at the end of my fingers, glancing at the floor as an awkward silence came between us, something that's never usually happened.

"You don't have to be nervous around me." Nick mentioned and I glanced up at him through my eyelashes, his eyes on me. "I'm still the same Nick you've always known, just a little banged up." He joked and I frowned, shaking my head.

"You're not though. The Nick I knew didn't do drugs." I muttered quietly, sitting back in my chair.

"I am. Just with some slight complications. Just... please don't be nervous around me, okay?" He asked and I nodded my head, smiling softly as he returned it.

I placed my tray onto the table and Nick glances up at me, smiling. "Hey, stranger." He laughed and I smile, sitting down next to him. "Where have you been?" Nick asked and I shrugged, picking at the food on my plate with the fork.

"I've been around, mostly in our little cul-de-sac." I muttered, leaning my cheek against my palm. I felt Nick's eyes on me as we sat in silence.

"What's wrong? You know you can tell me." He whispered, turning towards me and I sighed, looking down.