"Barry Mate, I need your help."

Simon sighed. It was two in the morning. "What is so vitally important that you call me at 2am?" Simon snapped. He could hear a slight sobbing at the other end of the line. "I've been stabbed." Simon suddenly felt guilty for snapping at Nathan, and jumped out of bed immediately. He pulled a pair of crumpled jeans on over his pyjamas.

...

"Where are you?" Simon questioned as he slammed his car door.

"I-I'm not sure." Nathan slurred. "I think I'm near the community centre."

"Hang on, I'll be there soon." Simon drove straight there, speeding at times. As cruel as it sounded, he hoped Nathan had been wounded enough to die, because he hadn't been given the ability of healing himself quickly and he could be permanently damaged or he could get an infection, there were so many things that could happen to him.

When Simon first arrived at the community centre he couldn't see anything, no movement, nothing. So he wandered around a bit until he ended up down an alley, invisible of course; he didn't want to get stabbed, because unlike Nathan, he wouldn't be coming back.

"Help." Choked out a small voice, desperate; so unlike Nathan's usual cocky attitude. Simon knew Nathan couldn't see him, so he became visible again and ran towards the darkened figure that was slumped against an alley wall.

Simon grimaced when he saw the blood covering Nathan's shirt.

"How does it feel?"

"Like someone ripped my guts out." Simon just stared at the obvious stab wound in Nathan's side. "Well, don't just stand there Barry, fucking help." Nathan had expected Simon to offer him a hand to help him up but instead, Simon picked him all the way up, loosening his grip when Nathan winced.

"Well, this isn't exactly what I had in mind." Nathan announced, waggling his eyebrows, unable to be serious even when in agonising pain.

"What do you expect me to do?" Simon demanded "You can't walk, It'll strain your side. You hadn't even stood up when I got here."

"Any excuse to touch me, Barry."

"I swear I will drop you if you carry on, Nathan."

"You wouldn't dare."

Simon raised an eyebrow before dropping his arms slightly, making Nathan recoil in his place.

"Fine. But you're hurting me, Barry. Are we at the community centre yet?"

Nathan couldn't see because Simon had so conveniently carried Nathan facing backwards.

"Yeah, we're here." Simon carried Nathan through the door cautiously.

"Stop being so tense, there's no one else here; there never is." Nathan added with a dramatic sigh, throwing his head back, and then whimpering when it pulled his shirt, straining his wound.

Simon transferred Nathan onto his makeshift bed. "I tell you what, Barry, I better die, because I don't want to be stuck with some fucking stab wound for the rest of my life. The scar could ruin this perfection." Nathan remarked, gesturing to himself "Plus, the careless bastard slashed right across my tattoos."

Simon decided to listen to Nathan's infinite whining, because after all, the guy had just been stabbed, he needed to be cut some slack.

After about 20 more minutes of Nathan moaning Simon said "I should go home now." And stood up. Only to be pulled down by Nathan less than 2 seconds later.

"Don't leave me alone." Nathan cried, whilst dragging Simon back down to the ground "Honestly Barry, I've just gone through a traumatic experience and you're thinking of leaving. Fuck that."

"Well, what do you expect me to do? There's only one mattress here."

Nathan pressed a key into Simon's hand. Simon decided not to question where Nathan had gotten the key. "In the downstairs storeroom, near the kitchen, there's a massive stack of them."

Simon sighed. "Fine, I'll stay" Not that he had much choice in the matter.