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Misfits chapter 3
Community Center men's restroom
"I asked Kelly to meet us later," Simon tells the other young man.
"Great, just great lets broadcast it!" Nathan says pacing quickly still limping heavily.
They were excused from their service for the day after Nathan about vomited on the probation worker, Simon released cause Nathan didn't look like he would make it two feet. (An act, but none the less he didn't feel well)
He runs his hands roughly through his hair wincing when he reopens his head wound.
"She can help,- er Nathan your bleeding," Simon says a concerned look donning his face.
"Yeah, I know," Nathan says grabbing a paper towel to stop the blood that's dripping down into his eye.
"Um no, your bleeding." Simon gestures over his back.
"Fuck!" Nathan runs into the stall, slamming the door.
"I'll go get you some clothes," Simon says looking at his friend's shoes.
He returns and slides clothes under the door.
"Your injuries don't line up with a fight," Simon says sounding more confident then he feels.
Nathan stays silent, he slams the door open nearly cracking a mirror, he throws his jumpsuit in the sink. His complexion is paled his bruises in stark contrast to his skin.
Simon can't help but look at the bruises on his friend's neck swallowing sympathetically.
"Quit staring," Nathan says in a small voice not meeting his friend's eyes as he tries to get the blood out of his jumpsuit.
Suddenly he's hit by a memory of him throwing ripped bloody clothing in a bin. His stomach rolls, he barely makes it to the toilet falling hard on his knees.
Sitting back away from the toilet with a grimace, he flushes it and looks over at Simon whose watching him concerned.
"I can't." He says his voice strained.
" You don't have to talk about it, let's get some food and drink in you," Simon says offering a hand to him.