The group had made it away from the highway, which had unfortunately been crawling with the undead. Finding themselves in a safe house in a cabin deep in the woods; they figured it was a good time to take a breather. The hoard was gone, but it surely took a toll on some group members. Zoey had what she assumed to be bruised ribs from a charger attacking, Ellis and Louis had been burned slightly by a backfire with a Molotov thrown at the hoard, and Nick's chest and left shoulder had been torn by a hunter. Rest seemed to be a blessing for the group at a time like this.
They were taking shifts for watch; it was Nick's turn to take second watch; Louis had just finished the first. An hour into the watch Nick found the silence of the world around him to be eerie, almost haunting, he realized how empty the world was becoming. He realized how pathetic the group was becoming. Hell, he even threw himself in the way of that hunter in order to protect Zoey. Even he didn't know why he did it, it was sheer impulse. Remembering the event, Nick gently grabbed his shoulder, wincing in pain.
"Here, let me heal you," a voice came, taking him by surprise. He turned to see the woman he'd just been thinking of.
"Sweetheart, don't waste your time. I'm fine."
Zoey put a hand on her hip, raising an eyebrow. "Oh Mr. Tough Guy, are you? Look, I owe you for earlier. I really do."
Nick just gave a smug look, "well you know, there are other ways you could make it up to me."
"In your dreams, sweetheart," Zoey mocked as she reached for the bandages. Nick may have been a charmer but she wasn't going to give in that easily. Unraveling the gauze, she put it on the table, which Nick was sitting on. His jacket was set on the back of a chair beside it, it was torn and bloodied. Zoey gave a sympathetic look; she was grateful to this man for saving her life, but she felt terrible that this had been her fault. The hunter was going after her, not him.
Nick looked into Zoey's beautiful brown eyes, the moonlight showing through the barricades on the window. "Fine," he muttered looking away back outside. Zoey slowly made her way in front of him, and gave him an unsure look; he still looked away.
Gently she reached her hands to his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly and carefully by where it was torn. She gasped as he saw the wounds and fresh claw marks, Nick finally looked back towards her, noticing how close she was standing to him. I smirk played on his lips, "it's just a scratch."
Zoey looked down, trying not to blush, she finished unbuttoning his shirt; revealing his wounds as well as his well-toned body. She began to clean the wound, noticing how Nick gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath. "How's that," she asked softly, gently placing her hand on the gauze she had wrapped around him.
Nick's body was tense; he looked down at her, gently using his right hand to move the hair out of her face. His words were silky, as his north east accent came through. He leaned closely to her as he whispered, "thanks, doll face."
Author Note:
Told you the chapters were short... Sorry if it's rushed. It's just scraps, not a full length story by any means. Hope you enjoy it so far! MMM, tension between Nick and Zoey... ;)