Heal my Heart

Chapter 47 - The Team

"Maybe we should go make sure he's alright...?" Kelly whispered to Gordie.

A really angry Sam had left the clinic half an hour ago, slamming the door shut. Gordie and Kelly had then heard loud sobbs coming from Grizz's bedroom upstairs. It wasn't difficult to understand what had happened. They respected his privacy and hadn't checked on him but he had been completely silent for a good ten minutes and Kelly was beginning to feel worried.

"No, he needs some alone time." Gordie answered.

At this moment, the front door opened with a loud noise and their eyes widened as they saw Harry half carrying Campbell.

"Kelly, you need to help me." Campbell mumbled, obviously shameful to ask for help.

"Grizz shot him i..." Harry started but was interrupted by Gordie.

"In the leg, we know. Come here, we'll stop the bleeding and patch you up." Gordie said, jaded.

As Campbell limped his way to the hospital bed, they heard the upstairs bedroom's door open and soon Grizz came into view from the stairs.

"You!" Campbell almost shouted.

"Oh shut up. I don't have the energy to deal with you now." Grizz mumbled, making his way to the exit.

"But I'm not done with you, fag! You fucking shot me!" Campbell shouted, grabbing him by the shoulder to force him to face him.

"Let go of me. Now." Grizz said with a cold stare.

Campbell's face lit up with a smile when he saw that his eyes were red and puffy, he had obviously been crying.

"Oh. I see that my faggot of a brother didn't like you shooting his family in the leg." he giggled.

"Fuck you." Grizz answered sharply and got out of Campbell's grip.

"Hahaha! That's amazing. Even he can't put up with you anymore, that's fucking perfect!" Campbell laughed.

Grizz ignored him and walked straight to the front door. Before leaving for good, he turned to Kelly.

"I'll be at Luke's if you need me. We're gonna have a meeting at the church this evening, don't forget to come after dinner." Grizz whispered and left.

He heard Campbell's loud laugh inside as he was heading to Luke and Helena's house. He pulled his phone out of his back pocket and called Jason.

"Hey bro, what's up." Jason answered.

"Are you finished with the guns? Could you meet me at Luke's?" Grizz asked codly.

"Hum, yeah we're already there. Is everything alright Grizz? You sound...distant." Jason worried.

"I'm fine. See you in a bit." he mumbled before cuting off.

"Gosh, I don't have the nerve to deal with any of this shit." he thought to himself, sighing loudly.

When he arrived, the team was waiting for him in the living room and Helena was in her room with Elle.

"So, we need to figure out what to do." Grizz said without greeting any of them.

"Okay...I see someone is in a bad mood." Luke whispered to Jason.

"Did something happen, man?" Clarke asked nonchalantly.

"I'm fine." he answered coldly.

"You're clearly not fine, Grizz. Come on you can tell us anything." Jason added.

"Can't you just leave me then fuck alone?!" Grizz snapped at them.

"Wow. Don't talk to us like that, Grizz. We're just trying to help. What the hell is wrong with you?" Luke said seriously.