Fingers Entwined (Verloc x Bobby)

Chapter 9

Thomas and clive stepped into the room. Thomas ran to verloc firstly. It was what he was trained to do. He took off his coat and put it under verlocs head. "What happened?!" Clive blurted out before Thomas could speak. Byron shook his head as if to signal he couldn't talk. Morris was hugging Byron. Still coming down from overdose.

"Morris? Do you wanna go lay down? Sleep off the wooziness?" Byron said, hoping the two doctors picked up on it. Clive did instantly. But it took thomas a moment. Morris simply nodded and made a few noises. "Hey clive? Wanna help me walk him back?" Clive looked at Thomas. "I'll be fine. You go take care of Morris." Thomas said with a smile.

Then thomas started to search the man for injury. The two joy doctors had morris put one arm over each of their shoulders as they left. Thomas was more trained on actual medicine rather then joy. So it was his field to treat someone who wasnt jacked up. He took joy. They all did. But he was no joy doctor. "Lets see how bad you thrashed." He kept examining the man. "You have glasses dont you? Hmm..byron must have put them away." He commented. He stood up and dug through his pack. Pulling out an ice pack. He wandered around the room until he saw a mini fridge at the bar. He placed the ice inside.

"Do you think we should have stayed?" Clive asked, he felt a bit guilty. "No, why?" "I dunno. I just feel like it was bad." Clive sighed as they walked with the overdosed constable. "Well I'm sure he's fine. Hes a soldier after all. Hes very trustworthy." Byron stated. Morris could understand words but he couldn't speak. Plus, all the words were high pitched.

Thomas placed the cold ice pack on the mans head. Of course it had a small cloth wrapped around it. He knew it waa bad to just place ice right on skin. "I hope the boys are ok." He said as he iced the bruises on verlocs head.

They got to the bobby living quarters. Aka a giant appartment system. "Morris? What's your number?" Byron asked. Morris slurred his words and pointed to a number on his coat. It was embroidered under his name. "I feel dumb." Clive chuckled. "Well, let's go then. And you can get some rest."