Scared To Be Lonely

Chapter 11: We Won

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When they eventually made it down to the street, Clint had passed Nick off to one of the first responders that were still on the streets to get people down to safety. "Remember, stay off that leg." Clint told her with a point, which she just rolled her eyes at, but nodded.

The first responder ended up carrying her down to the subway, where there were a lot of people. Two, of which, had quickly ran over once they saw her get placed on a metal bench so that a paramedic could check up on her. 

There were doctors and paramedics, thankfully, checking on everyone down there. When the one was checking on her, Nick told him that her leg had already been checked on. So he moved onto cleaning up her hands and bandaging them, after cleaning up her forehead before telling her that it thankfully didn't need stitches. 

But before he got to bandage it, even though the bleeding had stopped, there were two little kids that had rushed over and basically blocked him while they hugged her. "What the hell were you thinking?!"

"What happened to you?!"

"I thought you were dead!"

"No, but I am injured so be careful." Nick grunted, nodding for the medic to move on so that he could help worse injured, as Jeremy was looking at her with wide eyes. "You are a complete idiot! What were you thinking?!"

"She wasn't thinking, that's the problem!" Peyton chimed in, equally in disbelief. Nick glared at the two, but before she could defend herself, Jeremy's parents had called him over. When he ran over to hug them and to let them check him over, Peyton was still looking at Nick with her hands on her hips. Nick just rolled her eyes, "What do you care anyways?"

Peyton looked over her, before shrugging and moving to cross her arms over her chest. "I... I don't. I just... hate owing someone when they save my life."

"How many people have saved your life?" Nick gave her a look, and Peyton pursed her lips, mumbling. "Just you." Then to change the subject, she then threw her arms out. "Well, that is, after you ended up putting me in the hospital, asshole."

Nick scowled, "You put me in the hospital too, Perra." [Bitch.]

But when Peyton just glared at her, Nick raised an eyebrow. "You still don't know Spanish, do you?"

"No." Peyton shrugged, "After getting sent to the hospital, my father took me out of that school and we moved again."

Nick furrowed her eyebrows. "To New York?"

"To London for two years. Then to New York." Peyton said, almost like she was bragging, which Nick bit her tongue to keep from snarking back. "So, you live here now?"

Nick glanced back at her, the two girls still having obvious attitude towards each other. "No. Let's call it... a family business trip."

Peyton bluntly scoffed, "I thought you were an orphan."