Geoff's POV:

Gavin slept with Michael that night, and he got the best night's sleep he'd had in ages. When he was having a nightmare, Michael would open his eyes and cuddle Gavin gently, and he would calm down again. I spent the whole night camped out outside their door to make sure nothing happened. Or, at least, that was the excuse I made when Ray found me there, saying he somehow heard me from his room at the other end of the corridor. Really, it was just so beautiful to watch. I had always thought of Gavin as my son, and now, it was like he was growing up, and it made me happy, but also a little bit sad. I guess I should stop thinking of him like this, he's not my son, and he's not a little boy. He is Gavin
Free, and there is no person better for him, I thought, than Michael Jones.

Gavin's POV:

I woke up to the sound of loud snoring, but it wasn't Michael. It was coming from the other side of the door. I slid out from under the duvet, trying my best not to wake Michael, and padded over to the door. I creaked it open a little and looked around. There was no one there, but the noise was louder than ever. It suddenly stopped just as I was closing the door and I heard a cough that sounded like Geoff, but it couldn't be.

"Careful you don't step on me, asshole," My mistake, it was definitely Geoff.

"Geoffrey? What are you doing? Were you spying on us?"

"I was just making sure that Michael didn't... you know, in case you needed rescuing again, and I fell asleep like an idiot,"

"Aww, thanks Geoffy! Now go to bed, okay? If you stay there you're gonna be real stiff in the morning,"

"Yeah, you're right. Night, Gav,"

"Night," Geoff got up with some difficulty, grumbling about the pins and needles in his legs, and hobbled off to his room. I went back to Michael and climbed in, Michael instantly wrapping his arms around me again. The steady rise and fall of his chest against my back helped me to drift off to sleep once more.

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Still Gavin's POV

"C'mon, Gavvers, wake up. Jack's making pancakes!" I opened my eyes and groaned. There was Michael, kneeling over me and grinning, seeming to enjoy my discomfort.

"Micoo, I'm tired!" I swatted him away and rolled over, pulling the duvet back round my shoulders. I feel Michael's hands slide under me and begin to lift me up. "Micoo! No!" Michael chuckled and scooped me off the bed, bridal style, blanket and all. I wriggled in his arms but he kept hold of me, nuzzling my neck and making little purring noises. He walked out of our room and along the corridor, and then down the stairs. We passed Ray on the way down, and he raised his eyebrows at us and made little kissing noises. I flapped my hand in his face as he went by and he laughed. Sure enough, I could smell pancakes in the kitchen and I wriggled sharply out of Michael's arms and ran to the kitchen.

"Oh, Jack, those smell good," I praised him, and he chuckled.

"Help yourself, there's syrup, sugar, lemon, Nutella..."

"Thanks," I took a plate from the cupboard and served myself three pancakes, picked up a knife and the jar of Nutella and wandered over to join Geoff at the table.

"Morning," I said cheerily to him and then to Ryan, who was leaning on the wall drinking a glass of grape juice.

"Morning,"

"Where's Michael?" Just as the words left Ryan's mouth, Michael walked in, stretching his back with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Oh,"

I spread the Nutella on my pancakes and cut them each in half, picking up one half and stuffing it all in my mouth at once and managing to get chocolate all over my bare chest.

"Fuck,"

"Calm down, Gavvy, you're gonna choke yourself, and then where would we be? I don't want a dead body on my hands" Michael joked, wiping the Nutella off me with a paper towel.

"Why are you friends with him then?" Geoff said, pointing to Ryan.

"Hey!"

"Well, I wouldn't put it past you to kill someone,"

Ryan growled, but caught himself and scowled at Geoff, draining the last of his juice and slamming it on the table, still looking Geoff in the eye. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted.

"Now, now," Jack entered the room from the kitchen, waving his hands.

"AARGHHH!!!" Suddenly, we heard a distorted cry from upstairs.

"GGHHAAAA!!!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA..."

Ray.

All five of us simultaneously turned and bolted to the stairs, Michael getting there first, closely followed by me and Jack, and then Ryan and Geoff behind us.

"Ray?!"

"X-Ray??"

"AHHNN!!!"

We got to the top of the stairs, and we could hear Ray crying out from his bedroom, which was the first one from this end.

"Ray?! What's the matter buddy??!" Michael tried the door, but it was locked. We all turned around to look at Ryan, who was cracking his knuckles, and next to him, Geoff was flexing his shoulders.

They both took a run up, and ran head-first into the door, busting it open with a loud crash. I was more than surprised, A that they had managed to open the door in just one hit, and B how, and why, did they do it with their heads?? They both stumbled forwards into the room, and we followed anxiously. I was now at the back, and I peered over the top of everyone to see what was going on. Ray was writhing about on his bed, screaming through gritted teeth and tugging at his hair. Ryan rushed to the side of his bed and put his hand on his back, asking him what was wrong. He gently removed his glasses and placed them on the bedside table and sat calmly on the bed next to him.

"Ray, please, what's wrong, we want to help you, all of us," he said quietly.

"PLEASE, RYE, MAKE IT STOP!! IT HURTS, IT HURTS SO BAD!!" He contorted himself into a tight ball, hands on either side of his head.

"What hurts, Ray? What's hurting you??"

"MY HEAD! MY HEAD AND..." he stopped, still grimacing with pain, and opened his eyes that were previously squeezed shut.

"Come on, your head and..?"

"AAA! Um..." his eyes flickered to his backside, and then back up to Ryan in a meaningful way.

"Oh, okay, I understand," he put his arms around Ray, sitting him up and took his hands away from his head.

"PLEASE HELP ME RYANN- OH GOD!!!"

"What!?"

"LOOK AT MY HANDS RYAN!! THEY'RE COVERED IN BLOOD!!" He took back his hand and brought it up to the side of his face. He then took it away and looked again, showing Ryan the thick red liquid that his fingers were coated in. I pushed through the others and ran to his bed, followed by Michael. Sure enough, there was blood coming out of the skin around his ears, and a dark purple patch was forming at the top of his jeans, where his torso joined his lower body. Michael began to take off Ray's jeans, and I did the same with his shirt. He squeezed his eyes shut again, turned a good shade paler than he already was, and fell back on the bed, out cold. Jack seemed to have left the room at one point, and had come back with a medical kit, which he gave to Ryan. I looked at him questioningly and he looked back at me.

"Didn't you know? I was training to be a doctor before I worked for RoosterTeeth,"

"Ah,"

"Uh, would you guys mind leaving him to me?? This could get a little messy..."

"Of course," I turned and left the room, secretly glad I didn't have to help. I gagged, remembering the amount of blood coming from him, and jumped when Michael came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my neck.

"I believe he's in good hands, don't worry," he reassured me.

"I know, but the amount of blood... Shouldn't we get him to a hospital?"

"No," Jack joined us, "I've seen Iron Ryan do first aid. That man is a miracle worker. Not one bit squeamish, and a hand as steady as a house. Ray will be fine,"

"I don't trust him," Geoff walked over too. "I don't trust him one bit,"

"Leave it out, Geoff. You saw how well he dealt with Miles when he broke his wrist! Didn't even need a hospital!"

Geoff grumbled and Ryan came out, carrying a small bin bag from the bin in the bedroom, and shutting the door behind him. We all turned round expectantly, and he rolled his eyes.

"He's going to be fine, it's definitely not as bad as it looks. I cleaned him up, gave him some fresh clothes, and he should come round in about an hour. Although, there was something a little strange, but I dealt with it. Now, if you'll excuse me," He walked off down the stairs and I heard him open the bin and dump the bag in. I wondered what was in there. Maybe just bloody tissues or something. The others followed him down the stairs but I hung back. I opened the door to Rays' bedroom and walked over to him. He was lying peacefully on his back in the bed, the duvet pulled up to his chin. I smiled.

Wake up soon, Ray, wake up soon.

I exited and shut the door softly behind me. I then went to join the others downstairs. By the sound of it, they were playing Xbox, because I could hear Michael shouting at everyone. I chuckled to myself. I'm so glad I have you, Micoo. I'm so glad you're mine.

"Whatcha playing lads, gents??" I called from the hallway.

"What do you think we're playing? Fucking GTA!" Michael replied.

I went to join them, throwing myself down on the couch next to Jack. He passed me a controller and I took it, starting it up.

A/N: Sorry for such a short chappie, I will try to make the next one longer. So, Ray is mysteriously ill, oh my god what will happen next?? Wooooo....😏😈

Word count (including A/N): 1761

Word count (excluding A/N): 1719 :(