𝐂𝐎𝐁𝐑𝐀 / / 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐀

CHAPTER 30

The two teenagers practically fell through Sweet Pea's trailer door. He walked in, kicking the first thing in sight which happened to be the last surviving dining chair. She inwardly cringed, but ran to him.

"Hey, hey." She placed her hands on either side of his face. "It's alright." Pea didn't say anything, just continued to take deep breaths, his rest rising and falling quickly. "Go sit down, I'll get the first aid kit." Pea nodded and did as instructed, opting for the edge of the couch, seeing as the other option had been smashed. He bounced his leg repeatedly, playing with the dog tags around his neck.

Kitty walked over to the sink, bending down and pulling the cupboard beneath it open. Rummaging past the very few cleaning products Pea owned, she reached for the green box and pulled it out. Placing it on the top, she quickly checked it was stocked with the supplies needed, before grabbing a half drank bottle of vodka and, well, a bag of frozen peas.

She had tended to his wounds a fair few times, but she would never forget the first time he rang her and asked for her help. He sounded very vulnerable, it was rare for him to ask help with anything, but when he answered the door to her with a bust brow, bloody nose and a bust lip, she understood why he had. It wasn't like they could go to the hospital for this shit, for one it cost too much and then questions would be asked about injuries. It was only if a Serpent was on deaths door that they would go to the hospital. However, they did have Betty.

Betty was a 67 year old former nurse who got her licensed suspended when they discovered she was taking prescription drugs and selling them. She joined the Serpents not long after that incident, and had acted as their doctor ever since. She resided right next door to the Wyrm and often helped FP with the books. Kitty had watched her patch up plenty a member, and seen her rip bullet holes from a few more. It was Betty to thank for her own basic first aid ability.

She placed the equipment on the small coffee table and sat beside him, unscrewing the lid from the bottle of vodka and passing it to him. He took two swigs, pulling as face as he did so, before handing it back to her. Kitty took her own sip before pouring some onto a piece of cotton wool and began to clean his cuts, cringing as she dabbed his skin.

"This is definitely gonna bruise." She muttered. "But I think you can rock it." He gave her a sad smile before speaking.

"I told you not to get involved Kitty."

"I haven't got a scratch on me, Pea. Meanwhile I'm sat here making sure your beautiful face isn't fucked." Kit rolled her eyes.

"That doesn't matter. What if you had gotten hurt?" Sitting back, she noticed the sadness in his eyes. "I'd hate that. I couldn't stand that. The guy would be a dead man walking!" He hissed as she pressed another douse of alcohol into a cut.

"I'm not made of glass Pea. I'm not gonna fucking break." Kitty scoffed, attempting to put a staple plaster on him, but he grabbed her wrist before she could.

"You're missing the fucking point." He said through gritted teeth. "You are the last good thing I've got going for me, you're all I have left. If something happens to you Kit, I've got nothing, and I'll be damned before I let anything fucking happen to the best thing in my life." He sat back suddenly with a sigh, rubbing his thumb against my temple. She comfortingly placed her hand on his thigh, taking a deep breath. It was rare he ever opened up so deeply, and it was always after his emotions where pushed that little bit close to the edge.

"Pea," she mumbled feeling uncertain of herself. Kitty moved his arm and moved into his warmth, and sighed contently as he slowly pulled her to him. "I love you so much. The reason I got involved tonight was because I was scared. I was scared something was going to happen to you." She explained, and moved so that she was straddling his lap. "Me and you, we're in this together, yeah? I've got your back, and you've got mine." Pea smiled beneath her and pulled her down into a kiss.