Nicolas Brown & Worrick Imagines

With ears to see and eyes to hear vol 15: Conjoined

I have to dedicate this volume and every volume to Ninja Elf the passion she has for this book is unparalleled it inspires me to push past my readers block. There are other readers too that helped push this volume out Crunchgirl97, leyo_g and all the other readers that left so many positive comments from the previous volume thank you. This volume gave me a lot of trouble. I hope you guys like it.

'Why did I convince myself to do this? Was I high on drugs or something?'

You were scared of course. This is your first time are you going to be mentally or physical scarred?

Are you gonna change your mind at the last minute, and it'll be too late? Nicolas could do it and not be able to take it back if it ends badly.

Beep! Beep! The car's horns blared zooming through the tight streets breezing past the tall beige apartment buildings. The low hum of chit-chat of people walking below and the occasional screams ranging through the air from alleyways proving that Ergastulum's streets were dangerous and alive.

The glass invention, eyes to the soul, was open a beam of light cast on to Nicolas in a squatting position on the floor waiting for you to latch onto him from behind.

He wore his grey sleeved shirt his jacket was off, and his large, lean, back saturated with muscles seemed to tense against the thin fabric waiting in anticipation for your presence.

You were green-lighted by Dr.Theo two weeks ago seeing how much your fractured leg has healed. You've been doing physical therapy with it ever since with Nina helping you stretch it, along with Alex unwrapping the cast, and Nicolas has volunteered to stretch it as well. But the thought of his firm, rough hands on your leg had you frazzled and blushed at the mere thought of Nicolas doing such a thing.

This is why you are still sitting in your wheelchair unable to move.

You could see specks of dust dance around the room in the sunlight. You could hear your nails scrape against the steel handlebars a nervous tick that you've developed in tense situations.

Your lips were kind of swollen from you biting it so much.

Your heart beat felt like it was trying to run out of your chest. You kept staring at his broad back thinking how you were gonna get on that thang. When the front door to the Handymen's humble abode opened.

You followed the sound to see none other than the white-haired menace, Worrick Arcangelo. Worrick's left brow raised in disbelief looking at you and Nicolas.

'Does he think free falling is going to make our argument go away? I mean, he has been really sweet to me this morning. I forgive him this is too much.'

You instantly recalled the argument two weeks ago.

You grimaced watching Worrick load his gun from the bullets in the desk drawer and Nicolas cleaning his katanas you were ultimately nervous.

Nicolas and Worrick were heading out to obviously go fight this time. You never see them prepare or at least you did in the past and didn't care. Now, they are your precious friends, and you didn't want any harm to come to them.

You've been moving around the room with your wheelchair trying to get Nicolas attention.

You had no idea that you were watching his every move with anxiety afflicting your facial expressions. Nevertheless, Nicolas noticed this glancing at you from the corner of his eye.