I edited the summary because of a horrible HORRIBLE grammatical error. I'm so embarrassed. I hope that none of you are deeply concerned and need counselling for it. Gosh I feel foolish.'
This is kinda a filler. Because I love sausage rolls and could only find two.
Coach looked down and made sure their female companion was fast asleep before he followed Nick into the other room; he was reluctant, as he was sure that the youngest male wouldn't be 100% in the head at that moment because of his unfortunate encounter with both a Charger and a Tank. They walked into the other room and stood either side of the bed, Ellis was still lying unconscious on the bed, one arm was draped over his abdomen but his other limbs were straight.
"What was wrong with him?" Coach asked, he lifted up Ellis' shirt and answered his own question, hissing at the four large bruises forming the fingers of the Charger that attacked him. "My God... this boy isn't going to like waking up, that's for sure."
"Listen in for a sec," Nick spoke. Coach stopped and leant in, wondering what the boy has been saying while unconscious. They stood listening for a good ten minutes to no avail, Nick exhaled in frustration and Coach frowned.
"What was he saying?" Nick looked back down and then back at Coach.
"I'm not sure, I only caught snippets of it when I wasn't really paying attention, now that I am; he's finally silent for once." Coach chuckled and looked at the bedside table, noticing the cardboard box. He walked over and peered inside, eyes widened at all the medical supplies.
"Jackpot man, have a look." Coach pulled a laminated paper out from the box and held it up for Nick to view; it was full instructions on how to deal with bullet wounds.
"My god these people were mental," Nick spoke, "Is there a laminated one for bruises?"
"...Well I'll be damned." Coach lifted up an identical paper to the first, but with specific instructions on how to treat bruising according to severity of colouring. Nick gave a short laugh and was handed the instructions, reading through them carefully.
"Well, we need to get some work done quickly to get Ellis back on his feet. We need acetaminophen, whatever that is, rest… blah blah BLAH, elevation. How the hell do we elevate him?" Coach thought for a moment before exiting the room and returning with two pillows. With Nick's help he managed to place the slightly firm pillows under Ellis' shoulder blades and lower back. "Don't tell me we need to cart around pillows just in case someone else gets bruises?"
Coach chuckled. "No son, we ain't miracle workers, let's just get Ellis back on his feet and then try to prevent this from happening with better strategies." Nick nodded and looked back at the instructions.
Rochelle woke several hours later, feeling much more refreshed with the soft sleeping conditions. Standing up, she straightened her clothes, and walked into the other room to check on the guys. She had to laugh when she saw Ellis shirtless with bandages around his torso; Nick and Coach were sleeping against the wall leaning on each other. She looked over and, to her relief, Ellis started stirring.
"Good morning there sunshine, how're you feeling?" Ellis opened his eyes and shut then quickly, wincing in pain and clutching his sides.
"I've been… a lot better…" he moaned, Rochelle walked over to the medical box and rummaged through, finding a bottle of pills labeled 'acetaminophen' and popped a few out onto her hand.
"Do you want me to find some water for you? This house has just about everything else." Ellis nodded and Rochelle placed the pills on the bedside table, walking into the small kitchen and rummaging through the cupboards. She found an unopened bottle of water but it was incredibly warm. "I guess it'll have to do." Walking back into the bedroom, she noticed that the injured boy on the bed had fallen asleep again, but the other two were beginning to stir.
"Why did we end up on the floor when there were two perfectly good beds and a couch here?" Nick complained, stretching out his aching muscles from his uncomfortable position on the floor.
"I doubt I would've shared, and it isn't the smartest thing to share a bed with an injured person," Rochelle spoke, the men noticed her presence. "You guys did a good job on Ellis, he's looking a lot less pale now, he was even conscious for a while."
"Please... please..." The group turned towards Ellis, who had made the pleas.
"Please what, Ellis?" Rochelle asked, walking towards the bed.
"Please take her... I know there ain't no room for me... but please..." They realised he was sleep-talking, but his words weren't making sense to any of them.
"What is he talking about?" Coach wondered aloud, no one could give him an answer.
"She's just a girl... I know one of you lot could just hold her... she don' weigh much or take up much room..." They all looked at each other worriedly.
"Is he talking about a pet?" Rochelle suggested.
"Knowing him? Probably," Nick spoke.
"Ellis," Rochelle spoke clearly. "What is her name?"
"Her name's... her name..." Ellis' eyes suddenly shot open, he bolted upright and surprising his teammates and causing a lot of strain on his injuries.
"It's okay sweetie, just calm down. Guys, keep him down, he can't be jumping around like that." Nick and Coach pressed gently down on Ellis' shoulders, keeping him lightly pinned on the bed as he breathed deeply.
"Wha's, wha's goin' on?" Ellis spoke as Rochelle walked around Nick and picked up the pills and water.
"It's alright sweetie, you were just having a nightmare. Take these; they'll help with the pain." She tilted Ellis' head up and placed the pills in his mouth before tipping some water down his throat.
"Thanks, gosh that water is somethin' shockin'," he choked, sitting upright regardless of his body protesting.
"Yeah well, it's the best I could do," she smirked.
"Thanks."
"So what do you think your chances are at running through hordes of infected today?" Nick asked, Ellis gave a short laugh.
"Like I would every day, man."
"You sure? You were out cold for a bit," Coach spoke, seeming concerned.
"Hey, if we stopped an' had a tea party ev'ry time one of us was a bit sore, we'd never 'ave gotten this far. Trust me, I'm okay."
I know this sounds stupid because I've already started the story and all, but should I make this into a Nick/Ellis story? To make it more popular? Or less? I'll let you guys choose.
I thought about having to alternating linear paths to the story, one Nick/Ellis and one not. Then I laughed, I'm not THAT hard-working.
Jeez.