"Good. Now, take a deep breath."

Again, I did as asked.

"'Kay, dis gon' hurt."

They set my bone and I screamed. A second was taken for me to catch my breath, Tony wiped my forehead, considering I'd refused to rest directly after I banged up my leg.

"You good?"

I nodded, "Yeah. Water."

He gave me a bottled water and I gulped half of it down and screwed the lid back on.

"Okay, gotta stand now, bro." Tony warned. I looked up at his olive skin and dark clothes, and thick brown hair matching his full eyes and lips. I nodded. We clasped hands and he pulled me up gently. I balanced myself on my one good food.

"Okay, let's keep goin'. Man, you de only one I know who won't go to the doctors for help."

"My doctor is my best friend."

"Even more so."

"It's just weird."

"Okay, den, bro."

"Fix your grammar, Tony."

"Ha! Ain't never gon' happen, Neeks!"

"Hate you."

"You're a good friend too, man."

Nico hopped along with Tony until Tony's front door was reached. He opened it and Nico bounced in, collapsing on the couch.

"I'll get you some pain med." Tony announced, changing course to the kitchen.

"No, I'm good." I denied his help.

"Yeah, right," he chuckled/snickered. "Over meh dead body."

He proceeded to find the medicine, and returned momentarily.

"Thanks." Nico says.

"No problem. Watch dose rocks, bro."

"Like it was my fault!"

"It was totally your fault, man."

"Whatever, I'll be more careful."

"You bet you will."

"Mom."

"Child."

Nico smirked and Tony laughed. "You're a good friend, man," Nico admits. "Even though I hate you."

"Thanks, same, bro."

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A/N Sorry it was pretty boring, I was bored. Lol.