--= Mitch's + P.O.V =--

"WHY CAN'T WE FIND HIM JEROME!!!" My voice going hoarse I let my head sink onto the table, tears trickling down my face as Jerome kept quiet.

Jerome seeming baffled at the sudden movement, I watched the world blur as I let out a small sob, so quiet it was barely a whisper.

But judging by the way Jerome squirmed just now, he heard me perfectly. I hate crying in front of people, especially Jerome but I just....

I don't think I can take it anymore. I want to give up, but what I need is to find Preston so everyone doesn't fall into a major depression. This fact more specifically aimed at Rob.

Even though it is highly unlikely for me to rush into battle, unlike Lachlan and Rob I am not allowed to rush into battle. I would love to help, but I am the only one in the group skilled with medication.

But I didn't want to be weak..... I didn't want to be strong either.... I wanted to be myself... But I knew that wasn't an option at the moment.

Catching a glance to the left of me, I felt a frown fall on my lips to see Vikk resting peacefully beside me, lying down on the bed beside me.

This bed was originally placed down for Preston around seven and a half months or so when Vikks hand slipped on the gun trigger.

"Vikk, you were such a clutz."

Bowing my head down, I let out a strangled breath before I felt heat rise to the upper parts of my face as wet, streaming tears dribbled down my cheeks.

"Mitch, please don't cry." Jerome begged. Jerome sounding like he was about to cry as well I lifted my head up off the table and turned to look at him.

"Want me to scream?" I questioned. Jerome shaking his head rapidly at the offer I let out a sigh. Before immediately sulking in the chair once more.

"Mitch. We've all been having a tough time. Imagine how Rob feels. Or Preston, what if he-" Jerome tried. Attempting to guilt trip me and make me feel better I cut him off right there.

"Is dead and we've been doing this for nothing. What if he's alive and barely breathing, waiting for us to rescue him and we give up. What if Vikk dies from the injury! What if you die!!

OR ROB DIES AND PRESTON GETS BACK!! ONLY TO FIND HIS LOVE DEAD AND KILLS HIMSELF!!! YOU DONT KNOW JEROME!!!

THERE ARE ENDLESS POSIBILITIES!!! ..................................And you're only one Bac...." I ranted.

Feeling every ounce of muscle disappear in my body I let myself collapse back into the chair behind me. Jerome staring, I closed my eyes.

Not really wanting to look at Jerome I peeked one eye open anyways to see a calm expression laying on Jerome's face.

Huffing, I stood up from the chair. Walking over to the bowl of water I poured soap onto my hands before dipping them into the water.

Lifting my hands out of the water, I whipped them towards the ground once or twice before wiping the rest of it on my shirt.

Positioning myself properly, I curled my fingers into a fist. Leaving only my index and middle finger I lowered them onto Vikk's neck and checked the pulse.

Feeling the thumps were now even, a weak smile tugged at my lips before I grabbed the cold cloth, placing it on Vikk's burning fever.

"So....... How is he?"

"..... He'll wake up in a day or so, he worked himself so hard he collapsed and got a fever. Rob hasn't been the only one paranoid you know. Vikk's been working on getting weaponry and armory."

"Oh. Wait really?"

"Yeah, this man is a complete genius. Glad to have him on our side, not too fond of working himself over the limits people shouod not work over.

"Mitch, I know everything looks bad right now."

"Jerome, it's been looking bad for six months, Vikk collapsed from exhaustion, and I am the only one who knows medical attention."

Silence drew near between us as I continued dabbing the cloth on Vikk's forehead. Grabbing the thermometer, I stared at Vikk's peaceful facial expression before shuffling a bit downwards.

Propping open Vikk's arm, I tucked the thermometer in between the crease of his arm and chest. Leaving it bundled in Vikk's armpit I waited for Jerome to find something to say.

"Would you like me to help?"

Laughing at this, I turned to stare Jerome in the eye. Seeing a desperate look in his eye for conversation. Obviously not wanting to be left in the silence.

"Jerome, did you not hear what I just said?"

Jerome taking a deep breath, he palmed his face as he stumbled over. Clearly off balance from lack of sleep. I was looking for bags under his eyes, but the fur was too thick.

"Babe,.... You know I only want to help."

Darting my eyes away from Jerome, I looked down as Jerome snaked his hand around my waist. Pulling me close, I let out a breath.

"........"

"Hey, Mitchy Babe look at me. We'll get everyone safe and sound. Just... Trust me on this one."

Feeling tears prick at my eyes I turned myself so Jerome had his arms wrapped around my back and I was nuzzling into his chest.

"Yeah..... Okay Jerome. I'll tell myself that."

Jerome flashing a proud smile on his lips he leaned in to give me a long kiss. Kissing back, Jerome drew away before giving me one last squeeze and walking out of the tent.

"Stay strong babe!"

Jerome's last words echoing in my head I slowly found my way back to the chair. Raising my hand, I pressed my fingers to my lips where Jerome had kissed me.

"......... I'll try"

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When you derp so much that you update a day before your birthday .-.

And it's really late and you kind of want to go to bed but your mind is like, LOL! WHAT'S SLEEP?

.-. .... It's the thing you should let me do. Plez

And your mind is like. HAHA!- No ._.

BUT THATS OKAY! CAUSE I HAVE THIS!

*Splashes holy water on self*

Jesus: DOESNT WORK DUMMY YOU ARE SATAN!!

0.0...... Oh.