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Madie Aizawa: Origin (P.2)

WARNINGS: Sugarcoated rape implication, fake friends, cursing, family issues, the app I use doesn’t help transfer all the font stuff onto tumblr so I’m sad lmao

“Was that last part really necessary?” The homeless-looking Hero spoke this time. Puppeteer looked around the bland room, thinking. She moved her hands around as she did so, making the handcuff chains jingle. Blinking, she made direct eye contact with him. “Eh…not really. I just wanted to add that little detail.” Her mouth twisted into a strange grin, disappearing and reappearing like a tic. “Why?” The flame Hero demanded. He was such a nosy, nosy man. “Because I wanted y’all to get a feel for the place! Put you guys in my shoes for a li’l bit. Besides, I was a little out of it that day.” This time, the grin that formed on her face stayed for a while. The hobo-Hero haha hobo Hero. That’s funny spoke up again. “Why not tell us how the whole house looks then?” “I’m too lazy, man. Leave me alooooneee.” Puppeteer pouted, her previous grin gone and strange sneer now replacing it. The flame Hero, seemingly aggravated, pounded his fist into the table to bring all of them back to the present. Clearing his throat, he ordered, “Continue. No more wasting time.” The girl blinked rapidly before exhaling in a very unnecessary manner. “M’kay..” . . . No more than a week had passed when something…interesting, to say the least, happened. Madie sat in seat 12, on the second-to-last row of desks towards the left of the classroom during third period Humanities class when the teacher announced a semester-long project for the end of seventh grade. The class groaned as Mrs. Kassel continued with the instructions. “Remember, you have all semester to work on this project. I will assign pairs of students to work together.” She began drawing two names at a time from a jar, instructing each pair to move to desks close to each other and push them together. After all the names in the class were drawn, students began to do as instructed and push their desks together. “Take the rest of the period to get to know your partners, as you will be working with them for the rest of the year!” Of course Madie had zoned out when her partner was called. Or did she? Either way, she was forced to look around the room helplessly until it was clear who she was working with. When her partner finally did find her, she wasn’t making eye-contact. When she looked up after sitting down, she was faced with a bird-headed boy. Literally freaking bird headed. Was that his Quirk? Idiot. Of course it is. “Uh…hi. How are you?” she asked out of polite habit. The boy tilted his head in what seemed to be confusion. “Hi? Can you hear me? How are you today?” When he still hadn’t responded, that same look on his face, she tried again in Spanish. It didn’t work. Obviously. After some awkward silence between them, Madie decided to give Japanese a shot. When the boy perked up and responded with an “I’m fine, thanks,” Madie beamed. “You speak Japanese too?” The boy nodded. “Yes. I’m from Japan. What about you?” “Oh. I was born here, but my mom is from Mexico and my dad is from Japan. They insist that I learn both of those languages.” “Can you read any form of Japanese?” “It’s a little confusing, but yeah. Hey, what’s your name?” “Tokoyami Fumikage.” “Surname first?” “Yes. What’s your name?” “Madie Aizawa; surname last.” “I see. It’s nice to meet you.” The two of them shook hands, almost smiling. Madie was quick to break the handshake and get a pencil out, though. The two of them talked a little about the project itself, but their conversations mostly consisted of random cultural and Quirk-related subjects. Madie was enlightened to learn that Tokoyami had a sentient being that came with his Quirk as well. “Dude! That’s awesome! I’ve got a sentient guy, too. I call him ‘Walter.’” Tokoyami’s mouth beak thingy no wait mouth curved upward in a slight smile. The first genuinely kind smile a guy has shown her since Leo left.

“I have a request, Aizawa.” Tokoyami inquired as the two of them were leaving for fourth period. Madie turned to her new friend. “What is it?” The black bird sighed. “I need help with English. Do you think you can teach me?” Madie’s mouth curved slightly. “Sure, I can try. I’m not a good teacher. Come sit with me at lunch, though!” Tokoyami nodded, turning to his class and mumbling something like, “Revelry in the dark…” when a strange side comment was made about his ‘anime talk.’ Well, that was weird.

Madie sat awkwardly at her table, staring into space. Looking at nothing, yet not completely zoned out. “Are you not eating again?” Madie sat up straight, looking slightly upwards at her friend. She was relatively tall, like most people she knew. Her pale face scrunched up in effort to push up her thick round glasses, simultaneously blowing her caramel-brown hair out of her face. Madie grinned. “Bri, I think you need to stop questioning my decisions. I don’t question whatever you were just trying to do, after all.” She paused, glancing around. “Where the frik is Ivy?” “Ivy?” Bri echoed, face more smooth, with only her brows furrowed together in thought. “Ivy Green?” “Yes, Ivy Green. Don’t get me wrong, she gives off fake friend vibes, but I really need an excuse to have Johnathan avoid me a little.” “A little?” “Bri. It’s Johnathan. He’s not gonna stop…uh…messing with me just because I hang out with his freaking sister.” Bri sat down with a huff, grimacing. “Damn understatement of the fucking century, Madie.” “Woah. Bri. You cuss?” “I think we can all say that Johnathan deserves to be cussed out,” She laughed knowingly. Madie nodded, clearing her throat as Ivy herself sat down next to Bri. “Hi guys! What were y’all talking about?” Silence. Ivy smirked awkwardly before switching subjects. “So, anything interesting happen in you guys’ classes lately?” Bri shook her head. Madie, uncharacteristically, spoke up. “We’ve got a project to do in Humanities; I think my partner might be a new student and I asked him to sit with us today.” “Ooh, you should ask him!” Ivy chirped curiously, her hazel eyes gleamed with multiple excited emotions. Bri nodded in agreement. She must really not feel like talking today. Madie sighed jokingly. “That’s my plan. Though it could just be my own unobservant ass’ fault.” Madie must be cursed, because every person she’s talked about today has just- shown up out of nowhere. Tokoyami shuffled awkwardly as he sat down with none other than Johnathan Green standing next to him, smirking so confidently it was almost dark. Well, no. It was dark. It was just that not many would know it at first glance. “You’re welcome,” he quipped, hands on his hips. “Bird-brain was tryina find you, Madie.” Madie nodded stiffly, giving Tokoyami the most reassuring smile she could before Johnathan’s hand was shoved in front of her face. “Back to business as usual.” He prodded. Madie glanced around, trying not to be surprised at Bri and Ivy’s expressions. Their brows were knit in what looked like either pity or concern, she couldn’t decide which. Johnathan cleared this throat. “Give it. Now, Madie.” She was close. Close to crying, that is. Aggressively removing her bag from her shoulders and handing it to Johnathan for her ‘check up’ was normal…for her; she knew the others just weren’t used to seeing this particular part of her school routine. There was a deafening silence at the table, not counting the rustling of the inside of Madie’s small black handbag as the muscular boy rummaged through all three of its pockets. He handed it back about a minute later, the most sickening, shit-eating grin and straight evil look in his eyes as he did so. “All good. See you later!~” He walked off rather quickly, allowing Madie to turn back to her friends at last. “What was that about?” Madie’s relief shifted immediately to annoyance as she glared back at Ivy. “Since when is it any of your fucking business, girl?” Ivy seemed to almost shiver at that, looking defensive. “Okay, geez. I was just asking, since he’s my brother.” Madie huffed. “Ask him, then. He’ll be real glad to tell you. I swear, he’d brag about it to anyone.” Her pounding heart slowed a little, and she turned her attention to Tokoyami. “Hey, sorry ‘bout that.” The raven shook his head. “It’s fine. He seemed rude anyways.” Understatement of the fucking century, Madie snorted inwardly. “Anyways,” she continued. “I need to introduce you to my friends, then we can get to everything else…”

Boy, was Madie glad to be free that day. Johnathan was kind enough to not initiate anything today and school was finally over! Lunch was her favorite part of today, because she learned a lot about Tokoyami. He was, in fact, not a new student, but he never talked to anyone because of his terrible English. He’d been at this school since the beginning of Madie’s 6th grade year. It would’ve been nice to know that she could’ve branched out a little and made some real friends on her own. The reason Tokoyami was even here was because of a business trip his parents had to go on. Call it bad luck that Madie didn’t even know he existed until today. At home, that was pretty much all Madie talked about to her parents over dinner. “I’m happy for you, sweetie,” Madie’s father laughed. “You made a friend without Leo’s help!” Madie giggled in response. “Yeah…but he’s in Japan right now, so I kinda had to.” The two of them laughed for a couple seconds longer before her mother began to talk about something they’d all been anticipating for a while. For Madie’s next birthday, they wanted to do something big for her. For some reason. When Madie asked why, she responded with, “Well, after this birthday, you’ll be in high school! It’s a big change!” Madie pursed her lips in annoyance. It’S a BiG cHaNgE! Cliché. Annoying. Old. She wasn’t complaining, though. It occurred to her, why we’re they just talking about it now? “That’s it?” She wondered aloud. Madie’s father smiled a little more, fixing his long black hair into a messy man-bun. “Well, we wanted you to choose what we do. You can go anywhere you want for this birthday…” A look from her mother. “…and…Kaito’s coming to visit tomorrow. We need to make sure he wants to go.” What? Kaito? “I-It’s fine if the doesn’t, but we need to all be on the same page.” He began to fret a little. Madie blinked, processing the situation. Kaito Aizawa. Kaito-nii. Now? Now of all times, he’s visiting from college? Sighing, she put on the best smile she could for her parents. “Oh. Okay. Thanks for, uh, letting me know.” “Alright, hijita. If you’re done eating, then go shower and head to bed.” Madie’s mom told her smoothly. Madie nodded obediently and rushed upstairs to shower.

Madie lay in bed, trying her very best to sleep. Tomorrow was Saturday, but still. She wanted sleep. Sleep would be great, especially after spending twenty minutes washing filth and ick off of her body. Stupid anxiety. Go away. No. She didn’t hate her brother. She had no negative feelings towards him whatsoever. It’s just… He greatly resembles Johnathan’s appearance. Greatly. The hair, skin, and fashion taste were all the same as him. That’s what made her heart explode in her tightened chest, panic rising. It meant a whole day was going to be spent with someone who resembles her bully. Bully? More like tormentor and rapist, idiot bitch. Whatever. All she had to do was avoid staring at him for too long. That, and avoid any business ties and belts that just happen to be lying around the house. Or, how about this? Just don’t have a fucking panic attack. That would be nice. Should be easy, probably. Just breathe. Remember that he’s related to you and is the polar opposite of who he looks like. An hour passed of repeating these thoughts before Madie fell into a dreamless sleep.

“G’morning, baby sis~” Madie’s eyes shot open at the words. The tone made her chest achingly tight with panic and it only intensified when she saw the face she was looking at. She jumped, sitting upright in her soft bed, hugging onto one of her pillows. The 19-year-old lounging on the edge of her bed erupted with laughter. “Ah! Did I scare you?” he asked. “Sorry ‘bout that.” She blinked at him aggressively. “Yes.” “Why the f—table flip did you say it like that?” “How…else do you want me to say it?” “I—Well—normally, excitedly, tiredly? Any other way but whatever that crap was.” Awkward silence stood between the two siblings. Madie took a deep breath and greeted him back. “Hi, dude. How’s life been?” Kaito shrugged, and the two continued talking semi-awkwardly. Lots of catching up to do! “Wanna go eat now? Mom and Dad said we need to talk about some shit.” Madie nodded. She was hungry and she smelled bacon. That means food. She got up quickly and threw on her white fluffy robe and followed her older brother downstairs and into the kitchen. There, their parents were moving about, getting a hearty breakfast ready for the four of them. Madie’s dad sat down with a cup of creamy coffee and some eggs. He motioned for the two siblings to sit across from him as the food was placed in the center of the wooden table. “I see neither of you have changed yet,” he observed casually. “Mhm,” Kaito responded. “Oh, yeah. You were asleep when I got here, Madie.” Okay. Nice, I guess. Selena cleared her throat. “We want to talk about Madie’s party that’s coming in a few months. Have you decided where you want to go?” Before she could say anything, Kaito sighed dejectedly. “It doesn’t really matter, because I won’t be able to go.” “Oh…” Taeko mumbled, almost disappointed. “Why not?” “I’ve got finals and several huge projects around that time. Don’t think I’ve forgotten when her birthday is.” Her mom pursed her lips. “Kai-“ “No, mom. I would if I could. I really want to go, but I just. Can’t.” Madie’s mom didn’t let any awkward silence set for long. “Well…Johnathan would be a lot happier without you there, I think.” A pang hit Madie’s chest like an electric shock. “What? Johnathan?” She nodded. “You’re inviting him and his friends. I’ve talked to his parents about it already.” Madie’s father raised his arms to his head, cowering in something akin to embarrassment. He mumbled incoherently as his wife continued. “I know you two don’t have the best relationship, but I think it’ll be good for you two to try to get along. Is that hard for you?” Madie drew in a shaky breath. “Mom…I know you want to have everyone be friends and be happy around each other. I respect that. It’s just…Johnathan hates me, I don’t like him, and I just-“ She glanced over at Kaito, who looked ridden with confusion and concern. “I don’t want to have a bad birthday.” Madie’s mother pursed her lips again and sighed. “You need to give each other a chance, sweetie.” “Why would you be concerned about his happiness? Also, why the hell would this guy be happier without me around?” Kaito growled, irritatingly confused. All attention was turned to him; even Madie’s father lifted his head to stare at his son. Madie did her best to maintain eye contact as she explained. “He looks a lot like you, except he has green eyes and he’s a little shorter. That’s why. Honestly, he’d mess with you just for your appearance.” “Mom just seems to think that we need to be suck-ups in order for ‘eVeRyOnE tO bE hApPy’!” She returned to her food as her mother began to lecture her, the anxiety never loosening it’s powerful grip on her chest. “Madie, I realize that you’re upset about this, but I don’t want you talking back to me. I’m trying to make sure that everyone has a good time.” She went on and on and on and on. Eventually, when Madie did respond and apologize, her older brother began calling her out for backing down.

The argument went on for several minutes, but eventually it calmed down. All it took was pleading from Taeko. Madie’s mom sighed. “I’m sorry, everyone. I just…don’t want us to have constant stress over other people.” “You’re fine,” the siblings responded simultaneously. Madie’s father cleared his throat. “I-I hope we’ve come to an agreement. Arguing isn’t good.” They did. That agreement, however, is what Madie’s mom had originally planned. Now she had to give out some invitations…and make a call.

The Monday after, she had to hand Johnathan’s group their invitations, after some…business was taken care of. She made the call after dinner at home. It went something like this:

Ring-ring! Ring-ring! “Hello? Who is this?” “Hi, Ms. Takami. This is Madie, Leo’s friend.” “Oh, hello Madie! How are you doing, sweetie?” Such a faker. She’s good at it, too. “I’m good, how about you?” “I’m doing great! What did you need me for?” “Oh, right.” Madie took a deep breath. “I—I was wondering if Leo would be able to come to my party in a few months? October 6.” Silence over the phone. There were a few background noises, but nothing more. Are those fucking moans!? She continued. “Uh-Well, there are others coming. My-My friend Bri, uh, another friend named Tokoyami, and Johnathan and his friends are coming, courtesy of my mother. Um, just letting you know so that you can make a decision-“ “Oh, Johnathan! I heard that he’s a very good friend of yours and Leo’s, so of course he can go. I’m sure the two of them will be ecstatic to see each other!” Leo’s mother responded with a strange kind of enthusiasm. She should’ve guessed that Johnathan and this whore knew each other. I bet y’all are besties. “Is something the matter?” Ms. Takami asked in false concern. “No, ma’am. I’m fine,” she assured the woman. “I’ll be sure to mail you the invitation today. Can I get your address?” The woman made an affirmative sound, and Madie got a slip of paper to write it down. She then rushed to complete the invitation and mail it off. She wrote the address and names on the card in rushed but neat writing; her mom eyed her with concern. “Is everything okay, mija?” She nodded, finishing and placing it in the envelope. “I’m great, Mami. Leo’s mom is letting him go to the party.”

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gamergirl-niffler · 3 years

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In Sickness And In Health

Sooo!

One day I go super inspired by THIS WONDERFUL ART

So I forced m wonderful and only @arthurbristow to write that idea with me. He was wonderful Rafe!

This just sweet fluff of our Angry ball of Rage - Rafe Adler and Sam :3

Hope you all will enjoy it!

Gif belongs to THIS PERSON I had to add it this way bc tumblr IS A ASSHOLE! and every time I add gif from GIFs option he doens’t save them. LIke BOOOM it’s magically gone!

Maybe it was stupid. No, it was obviously stupid.

Rafe was a maniac, a psycho, he was ready to murder whoever was in his way to the treasure. Despite this, Sam felt bad for Adler. He was just blinded by the whole glory of the treasure, that's all. Sam knew the feeling.

After a few moments of silence, Sam knocked at the big, wooden once again, and still without a response. That was weird, he visited this place when he worked for Rafe. There was a nice, older lady that took care of the whole place and opened the door, always.

Sam sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. Maybe he wasn't here? Maybe he went to some fancy and expensive clinic to recover? Drake wanted to turn on his hill and leave but he decided to try a doorknob. The door opened and this was a big surprise.

Sam walked inside to take a look.

The mansion was empty, there was no one inside. There was no alive nor dead soul around.

Did Rafe move out after this failed treasure hunting?

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He thought he had heard some strange sounds - he couldn't localizate them though. He wasn't even sure whether they were real nor his mind was tricking him.

He tried to roll on his side but realized his back was resting against the cold wall.

Finally, with all of his might, he sat on the floor and rolled his head back, resting it against the wall as well. "Help," he mumbled, not being sure if any soul has heard him.

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Okay, there was a voice that meant that someone was here. The voice sounded quiet and really weak but it certainly was a male voice.

Sam went in the direction of the voice.

Good thing that the mansion was empty so it was easy to locate the poor soul that needed help.

He stopped in front of Rafe, he couldn’t believe his own eyes. Sam was shocked seeing Adler in such a state.

"Holy shit, Rafe. The hell happened to you?," He asked with a frown, approaching the other man carefully.

With barely opened eyes, Rafe tried to snort. "Are.... Ya... Kiddin'.... Me.... Drake?," he stammered weakly.

"You recognize me, that's a good thing. I hope," Sam helped Rafe get back on his feet. "C'mon, we will go to put you down and take a look at these wounds." Sam found Adler's bedroom easily, after all it was the biggest room in the whole house. After placing this wounded bundle of rage on bed, Sam looked around. "Okay. Now you stay here and I will go find an aid kit. I think I know where you have one."

Looking for the kit took a few minutes, but to Sam's surprise, he found few. Maybe it was Adler who was paranoid about his safety or the poor servants were simply ready for every occasion.

After returning to the bedroom Sam took a look at his former enemy. "Are you still with me?"

But Rafe was long unconscious. His breath was shallow, his chest was barely moving, his lips parted like he was about to gasp for air.

"Let's hope you won't die on me here. I am not keen on experiencing such a thing again. Hold on and I will take a look at you... even if after all of this I should just let you bleed to death," Sam said, sitting on the bed.

After removing Rafe's shirt Sam hissed at the simple view of his injuries. It was more than obvious that he did not take care of them even a little bit. Thankfully older Drake knew that to do, he had to patch himself up too many times.

The burning pain from hydrogen peroxide woke Rafe up a little; he let out a loud hiss and cursed a few times, fisting the sheets. "Leave me alooooneee...," he growled.

"If I leave you, you will die and you ain't dying today, I assure you. So shut up and let me work," Sam muttered, not stopping his attempt on cleaning the wounds to later try and stitch the bigger ones.

"It hurts you fucker, leave me alone!," Rafe tried to hit Sam's shoulder.

"It wouldn't hurt that much if you'd take care of them properly," Sam explained and looked at Rafe. A few days ago Adler was wielding the sword like a pro and now he didn't even have enough strength to really hit. Sam rolled his eyes and grabbed Rafe's hand, stopping him with ease. "You move again and I will tie you up to the headboard so I can do my thing," he warned.

"I'll start screaming, Drake," Adler warned, "And I have a loud voice though..."

He hated every second of Sam's presence in his mansions, in his room. Drake thought too much of himself. He wasn't a fucking nurse and he should simply call 911.

"Try it and I will gag you. I have experience in this," Sam hummed and looked at Rafe to wink at him. "Now, stay still or I swear I will knock you out to finish my job."

Rafe stopped shifting and laid there quietly, without whimpering and other sounds.

"Thank you. You see, it's not that hard," Sam chuckled and continued doing his thing. Maybe an hour later he was done. It for sure wasn't perfect but it was enough to help Rafe.

Sam looked at Rafe's chest wrapped in a bandage. "I will have to keep my eye on it. The change will be needed later, I will do this. You will have a chance to take a quick bath before putting on a fresh bandage.," Drake muttered, scratching his cheek.

"I'm not going to spend any more minutes with you. You bursted into my house like it was yours, ok, I'll forgive it," Rafe growled, he was fully awake by then. "You tried to help, nice. You did. Now you can leave. I can handle, happen to be the big boy."

"Big boy who didn't get the treasure, almost bled to death in his own mansion, probably lost everyone that worked for him and is kinda tied up to bed because I bet a hundred bucks that he won't be able to get up and at least walk to the door," Sam said and went to sit in the armchair near the bed. He pulled his cigarettes out and lighted one up, placing it between his lips. "Proof me I am wrong and I will go," Sam dared.

Rafe didn't respond to Sam's words; he got up and immediately pressed hand to his abdomen, hissing loudly, gasping as well.

Trying to pretend he's fine, he tried to walk to the door but after a few steps he simply sank to his knees and sat on the floor. "Don't you dare to smoke inside," he threw the older man a cold glance.

"Or what? You will crawl up here and bite me in the ankle?" Sam chuckled, looking at Rafe who was sitting on the floor. "Comfortable? I thought you could walk," Samuel hummed, mocking Rafe a little.

"Shut up and if you want to smoke, get outside on the balcony."

Sam smiled and got up from his seat to carefully pull Rafe up back to his feet then placed him back on the bed. "Try to not mess up your stitches when I am gone," Sam winked and went on the balcony to finish his cigarette.

Rafe put his head on the pillow and screamed in it, then gasped and rolled to his back, lying motionless on his king-sized bed.

After throwing away the end of the cigarette, Sam returned inside and looked at Rafe. "How do you feel?," He asked, flopping on the armchair.

"Be extremely careful when you sit on my favourite armchair," Rafe growled through clenched teeth. "Oh, so you want to talk about emotions!," Adler snorted and shook his head, hissing. "Let's talk then! Samuel Drake, the brother of sweet, charming, legendary Nathan Drake visits me and nurses me like a fucking baby! He orders me in my fucking mansion! I'm feeling fucking great!"

Sam blinked surprised, watching Rafe barked out all the words. He looked like a tied up animal that tried to be loud for the sake of being loud. It was annoying but it also was obvious that Rafe was kinda mad. "Well, I asked how do you feel after me taking care of your neglected wounds but I will take 'feeling fucking great' and I don't order you. You can do whatever you want," Sam shrugged.

"You came to watch me suffer, it's a victory, isn't it? Now you're free to go," Rafe grunted and rolled to his side.

"No. I came to check if you are fine, seeing that you are not I decided to help you," Sam answered, reaching for the book that was laying next to him. "If I would like to see you suffer, I would watch you bleed out to death and wouldn't bother to move nor touch you."

"Why are you touching my book?"

"Because I wanted to have a look," Sam flipped through the book and stopped at a random page to read it.

"You're still having my book in your hand. Have you at least washed them? No, of course, why would you care about washing hands. The bacterias will be distributed around here now," Rafe gasped. "Bring me water."

Sam rolled his eyes and went to get Rafe the water he requested.

By the time Sam came back, Rafe was already sleeping.

Sam smiled and shook his head, he pulled the blanket over the other man and then returned to the armchair. After placing the glass on the counter, Sam took the book again and started to read it. He was mentally ready for a long night, wanting to make sure that bundle of rage will make it through the night.

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He didn't know how much time passed. He woke up covered in cold sweat; the fresh shirt he wore was soaked at the collar and on the back. He shivered. "Samuel?," He felt an urge to scream yet he cooled himself down. "Samuel? Are you here still? Samuel, I fucking need you."

"I am coming!," Sam yelled walking into the room. Before Rafe even woke up, Sam could see his state; he was tossing and turning in bed as much as his body let him, it was obvious that he got a fever. High one for sure, so Drake decided to go and find a thermometer and it wasn't easy in this big house. "So now you need me, huh?," He teased, handing Rafe the little device. "I bet you know how to use it, right?"

Rafe slipped the thermometer under his tongue and nodded head. "Mhm," he mumbled.

"Good boy. I am proud," Sam joked, petting Rafe on the head.

Rafe grinned only and almost bit through the thermometer.

Sam sat down on the bed and waited just like Rafe did.

Rafe was trying to run his glance off Sam but he couldn't. "Seriously? Yourgh.... Glaaaaayin...," He mumbled.

Sam rolled his eyes and covered his eyes with his hand. "Is that better?"

Rafe almost choked with laughter. "Way baaaattaaa."

"Great! I am glad to hear it, just give me the thing when you are done. After we know how high the fever is I will think what to do," Sam explained, waving his other hand around while the other stayed on his eyes.

Rafe laid quietly for the rest of the necessary time. Once the thermometer started beeping, a younger man poked Drake's ribs.

Sam jumped, surprised by this action. "Hey! Don't do that," He said and then took the thermometer from Refe. "Holly shit. Okay. That's high," Sam muttered. "You have 39° of fever."

"So what now, Mr Nurse?," Rafe asked.

"I am going to put a wet, cold towel on your forehead and I will go dig through your cabinets to find some meds. If I won't find any, I will have to go buy some," He shrugged.

"Don't leave.... I mean, they're in the cabinet, in the bathroom downstairs. Brown, little bottle with pills," Rafe quickly instructed.

Sam nodded. "Okay. I will prepare the towel there." He went to the bathroom downstairs. There he found a clean towel and put it into cold water. After that he looked for the bottle with pills. When Sam was fully ready, he returned upstairs. "Here, this should make you feel better," Drake said softly, placing a folded towel on the other man's forehead. Shortly after that, he prepared meds and water.

Rafe took the pills like a good boy would, he swallowed them with water and placed head back on the pillow. "Thank you," he whispered simply and closed his eyes, enjoying the coldness of the towel on his forehead.

Sam smiled softly and sat next to Rafe on the bed. "I will sit here to keep an eye on you. Sorry for looking at you but I need to make sure it won't get worse."

"Yeah, yeah, I understand," Rafe mumbled and closed his eyes. "Good night, Samuel. Sweet dreams about your baby brother you had lied to."

Sam chuckled and shook his head. "Good night and sweet dreams about treasure you had lost."

Rafe slept calmly till the morning

Sam stayed up as long as he could keep his eyes open.

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First sun rays hot his face gently so he slowly opened his eyes, yawning like a little kitten. Rafe frowned a little as he felt something like a rumbling next to his ear. He opened eyes wider and paled: he was hugged to Samuel Drake's side, Rafe's arm wrapped around another man's chest. Adler looked down and recognized the sound - probably Drake was hungry.

Sam hummed and mumbled in his sleep. He was watching over Rafe for many hours, until he was too tired to sit. Wrapping arms around Rafe, Sam nuzzled to his neck. He didn't really care if this was a dream or if he really hugged someone. Just the warmth was so nice.

Rafe's eyes got wider. He tried to sneak out of the older man's grasp yet he was too weak to perform this. "Samuel. Samuel, halo? It's not funny," Rafe tried to struggle but soon he gave up and put his head to Samuel's chest. "What's happened to my life?," He whispered to himself.

Sam only pulled Rafe even closer, hugging tightly but not tight enough to hurt him more.

Rafe relaxed his muscles and closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth that radiated from the other body next to him.

"I would never say you like to cuddle," Sam said quietly with his hoarse voice. His hand gently rubbed circles on Rafe's back.

Younger man didn't respond as he fell asleep again in the arms of Sam.

"Yes. You are a cuddler," Sam hummed and kissed Rafe's forehead, checking if he still had a fever by this action.

Rafe tightened his hug around Sam's waist and mumbled something; his bangs went messy.

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It was at least half a month since Sam kinda broke into Rafe's house.

Half a month since Sam found Rafe bleeding and forced him into recovery under his wings.

"I think that's it. Everything healed nicely, without any complications. Bruises are gone and you build up strength," Sam said with a little shrug, he was honestly really happy with Rafe's recovery. "Guess it's time for me to go."

Rafe who came to the kitchen was putting his favourite black t-shirt on, presenting his well built abs with some scars to Sam. "I told you that you can stay, Drake. The house is huge enough for us two."

Sam smiled, looking at Rafe. "Oh I know that but I remember how much you wanted me to go and leave you alone. You tried to hit me. So, I don't want to stay longer than you can tolerate me."

"I don't mind you here, I thought I made myself clear on this matter before," Rafe said and sat at the table.

"By hitting me or biting me this one time. I still have your fucking teeth mark on my shoulder," Sam muttered.

"Sorry not sorry, dear, sometimes emotions are over your control," Rafe replied smoothly. "So what? Will you stay?"

Sam chuckled. "Emotions. You are just a fucking animal, that's all," Drake pretended to roll his eyes but smiled soom. "And what will I get for staying here?"

Rafe furrowed his brows and stretched his back lightly. He got up, walked to Sam and briefly kissed his cheek. "Is that a good fee? Are you happy now? If yes, take my card and go to the shop, we're running out of Pringles and beer.

Sam laughed and got up to grab Rafe and kiss him deeply, slipping his tongue into Adler's mouth. "Be back in half an hour. Send me the full shopping list via Text," Sam hummed after pulling away.

Rafe ran hand through his bangs that fell into his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, cool down a little with showing your affection, I know you more than like me, Samuel."

After one more quick kiss, Sam grabbed Rafe’s wallet and went to shop.

When Drake left the mansion, Rafe took a seat at the table again and smiled to himself. It was the very first time in a while when he felt purely happy.

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