a sharp sob wrenches from your lips as you watch your sister, Cindy, get carted away on a stretcher. She was bloody and mutilated, just like how you were minutes ago. Good as dead.

Nick’s arms were tight around your waist, the only thing keeping you from running after the ambulance.

“Calm down, c’mon, breathe.” he mumbled against you

Nick’s smile was buried in your hair, he knew what you were ranting about, people that were supposed to be dead, were real. But, you didn’t need to know that. He would keep letting you think you were crazy. Tommy Slater just cracked, point blank, and now Nick was going to take care of you