I moved faster, since she was already awake, lifting Nixie away and cursing as my elbow landed in a wet patch. She’d peed on the fucking bed again.
“Could you be quieter, dammit?”
I grinned to myself as I set Nixie down on the floor on one of her damn pee pad things, and checked the rest of the bed. One little tiny pee patch that my elbow managed to find on the whole bed. Hell, at least she didn’t piss on me, right?
“You want some painkillers? I’ve got uh… I’m…” I started rooting through my only drawer, digging out a pack of paracetamol, but I only had beer to wash it down with, didn’t I?
“Lemme go get you some water, babe. I’m not really set up here with shit like water or whatever.”
She snatched the pills and sat up, finding her half empty, flat beer from last night, washing two down and groaning.
“Never happened, you never saw it,” she murmured, laying back down on the bed, while I cursed myself for not having abetter setup here. I should have at least stocked some fucking water and stuff. I just didn’t take the greatest care of myself in that way, but I wished I had now, for her.
She was snoring softly again already, so I tucked the dry bedding around her, and picked Nixie up, heading outside for her morning poo.
“Hey, brother. Heard you’ve got company in there,” Micro said as he stepped out of the building, having crashed here overnight too apparently, “hello little girl,” he cooed to Nixie, crouching down to see her, but withdrawing his hand pretty fucking fast as she snarled and snapped at him.
“Good girl,” I murmured softly, smirking at him.
“She’s a bit of a savage,” Micro said as he stood up, checking his finger for bitemarks.
“Maybe you shouldn’t touch a girl without permission. Seems to me that’s something you should already know.” Fuck me, why was I picking a fight with him? His smile had dropped off his face at my words, and he sighed.
“Yeah. Okay. Uh, there’s coffee and stuff in my office if you want some for your guest.” He shoved his key in my hand and disappeared back into the dorm block, while I kicked myself. Why was I being such a cunt to him? He was trying, really trying, so why the hell was I being a douche to him?
I wanted to follow him and apologise, because he didn’t fucking ask for that, but apparently I woke up on the cunty side of the bed. The thought of that word made me smirk though. V really hated it. I guess a lot of people struggled with it, because it was probably the harshest insult you could throw at a person, but in a club, in groups of men, it didn’t always have the same bite to it. Sometimes it was just something else you called your friends, like it wasn’t an insult at all.
Micro reappeared, helping his massively pregnant old lady outside, where she first eyed the pup and wiggled her fingersat her, then glared fiercely at me, while Micro avoided my eye altogether. Fuck me.
“I’m sorry,” I called out, but apart from a quick nod from Micro, there was no response.
Hell. I followed them, tugging Nixie along with me.
“Seriously, I was a cunt. I didn’t… I really didn’t mean to be so-”
“We’re kinda in a hurry here,” Micro snapped, gesturing to Sophie, who I now realised was clutching her stomach and gasping. Fuck me. Baby time?
“You need a ride somewhere?”
“Taking the van,” he hissed, trying to lead Sophie toward the hugely fucking uncomfortable van that’d be the worst way for her to head to the hospital. No fucking way could we let that happen.
“Gimme a mo. Don’t leave.”
V
My head was stillbanging, but when Rocket burst back into his room like a hurricane, I was instantly awake again, and glaring in his direction.
“Seriously?” I held back any further crankiness, because he looked a little frantic.
“Can I borrow your cage?”
“My what?”
He groaned. “Car. Your car. Sophie’s in labour. She needs to get out asap.”
Fuck me. I had no idea who Sophie was, but time was clearly of the essence, so I had to make myself move. I shook my head at him, grabbing my jacket as I struggled up from the bed, grimacing as my sleeve pressed against my skin, and felt damp. What the fuck.
“Did you drool on me or something?”
