(ELLIOT POV, PAYCHECK)

You never thought you’d be doing it but… here you were. Carrying Chance like some sort of baby. Blood poured from his mouth AS HE CARRIED A MEDKIT IN HIS HAND. But he wanted you to do it. You did it anyway because… you know. Your heart felt like it flew out of your chest whenever you saw him.

Chance coughed as he grabbed a pizza of yours and snacked on it rather than using it to heal. It only healed him a little bit with each bite. He knew he could’ve used the medkit on his own but no. Because he loved your touch. He felt addicted to it and did anything for you to even graze his skin.

“T-thanks Elliot, I really… cough appreciate it…”