Heathens

xviii

Mikey was home after a few days, though he was strictly told that he had to rest. I'd stayed with him as long as I was allowed in the hospital, all my time either being spent with him or at home.

Though when he was finally allowed to leave the hospital, I refused to let him be alone.

"What if he needs something and can't get it?" I frowned, annoyed at Jack's amusement.

"Then he does without," he chuckled.

"What if someone fucking breaks in again?!"

"They won't, they're all dead," he said. He said it so casually that I almost forgot how real the situation actually was.

"Jack, c'mon," i pouted, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

He huffed, "fine, I'll stay with him!"

"Thank you!" i smiled and kissed his cheek, "you're the best!"

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, "just hurry up!"

He went into the living room where Mikey was watching TV, and I went over to the shop to grab some essentials for him.

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When I got back, the two boys were asleep on the couch, leaning on each other. I decided to make lunch, since I was pretty sure none of us had eaten all day.

"Guys?" i said softly, bringing in two plates of cheese on toast for them.

Mikey opened his eyes slowly, smiling when he saw me, "thanks babe, you're the best."

"You're very welcome," i smiled and, once he'd gotten comfortable, handed him his plate.

"Jack," i said a little louder, and he eventually woke up.

"Hm, what is it?" he mumbled.

"I made you something to eat," i told him, and he sat up slowly.

"Really? Oh, thanks," he smiled as he took the plate.

"You're welcome," i smiled and skipped back to the kitchen, grabbing my own plate.

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Jack offered to do the dishes after we'd eaten, leaving Mikey and I in the living room.

"Come cuddle me," he said softly, holding his arm out to me.

I got up from my chair and sat next to him, my legs over his lap as i leaned into his side, "I've missed you."

"Why?" he chuckled, "you've not left my side... I appreciate that by the way, thank you for caring so much."

"You're welcome," i kissed his cheek, "and that's not the same, I miss you with me."

"Well I'm back now," he smiled, "I've missed you too."

I smiled, kissing his lips softly.

He kissed back, our lips moving together perfectly. My fingers glided through his already messy hair and I felt a slight smirk against my lips.

I was happy to finally have him back, and happy to stay there all day with him, barely moving at all.