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“Are you asleep?” Campbell asks, poking Bill. When there was no response he gets up from the bed and walks over to his drawer, sifting through some stuff. “Campbell come here, back to bed. It’s 2 in the morning.” Bill groans, looking over to what Campbell was doing. “I’m not tired.” He pulls out a torch, flicking it on and off a few times. “Campbell.” Bill sighs, rolling out of bed. “You need to sleep or you are going to be grumpy tomorrow.” Campbell puts the torch down before grabbing one of his notebooks and a pen. “I’m not tired Bill! Let me draw. I’ll be quiet.” Campbell complains, opening up the notebook. “Campbell!” Bill snaps, grabbing the notebook, pen and torch from the boy. “We have talked about this.” He lowers his voice, weary of neighbours sleeping. Bill puts the stuff back in the drawer. “Now we are going to go back to bed because it is 2 in the morning.” Campbell slumps on the floor with his arms crossed. “I am not tired.” He grumbles, looking away from Bill. “Right! I am too tired to argue.” Bill says, picking Campbell up who starts fighting against the man’s arms. “We are going to go back to bed.” Bill lays Campbell onto the bed, holding a hand to his chest as he grabs the stuffed dragon from the floor and passes it to the boy. “And we are going to sleep.” Bill lays down next to Campbell, who was still trying to fight back. Bill catches Campbell’s hands, holding them against the boy’s chest as he holds him tightly. “Just close your eyes, go to sleep.” Bill kisses the top of Campbell’s head, keeping a hand on the dragon to make sure that the boy doesn’t push it on the floor.
Bill wakes up, at a more acceptable time this time, to the most perfect view. Campbell was curled up, somehow behind Bill now, clutching onto his dragon tightly. Bill would’ve been perfectly happy watching the scene in front of him if it wasn’t for the amount of catch up he had to do for work. He already knew that Campbell would be in space the whole day so had to take advantage of the time that he was asleep to get the work done. He brushed the hair out of Campbell’s eyes as gently as he could before moving to his office. He opens up his work bag, pulling out a few files and placing them on his desk. He flicks through his notebook, eyes moving through the files but he just couldn’t concentrate and plus he didn’t want Campbell to wake up alone. He used that as an excuse to get out of work, there was always tomorrow. He packs everything up again. Locking the door to his office before going back into the bedroom. Campbell had now changed positions, starfished on the bed with his head resting on his dragon; still fast asleep. The phone rings in the distance making Campbell open his eyes sleepily. “It’s okay. Just the phone, I’ll go get it.” Bill tells the boy, stroking his hair gently. “Hello?” Bill answers, standing against the wall so he could keep an eye on Campbell. “See I may have a little bit of an issue getting the numbers to you today.” It was Virginia. “Well Campbell is… sick.” Bill says, not able to think of a better word. “And it is the weekend, I’ll try and get it done tomorrow.” He notices Campbell has changed positions again and smiles. “No you don’t need to come round. I can manage a sick Campbell, I’ve done it before.”
“Bill?” The man looks over from where he was making himself a coffee. “Hey bub, are you okay?” Campbell nods, arms still wrapped around his dragon. “Did I wake you up?” He shakes his head, sitting down on the sofa. “Not in the mood to talk huh?” Campbell nods, watching Bill making his coffee. “Cocoa?” The boy nods, finding the remote and turning on the TV. He smiles as the Ducktales’ intro plays. “I’ll put it here until it cools down.” Bill tells Campbell, placing the mug of cocoa on the coffee table. “Oh I love this episode.” Bill places his coffee on the table, wrapping an arm around Campbell as the boy rests his head on Bill’s chest. “Scrooge is pretty funny isn’t he?” Bill says when he notices that Campbell was smiling at him. “He sounds like me.” Campbell says softly. “He does, doesn't he? Do you ever miss Scotland?” Campbell looks up at Bill. “I don’t remember much. Dad got the job here and we moved when I was small.” He looks back down at the TV, playing with the wings of his dragon. “You’re cocoa will be okay to drink now. Bill says, leaning forward to take a sip of his coffee. “I’m hungry.” He mutters, resting the dragon on his knee. “Okay I’ll make something. Careful with your cocoa, don’t spill it alright. And remember Sparky doesn’t like cocoa.” Bill tells Campbell, getting up from the sofa, remembering the last time when Campbell pushed the dragon’s head in the mug. “He likes the spinning though.” Campbell reasons, referencing to the washing machine. “Campbell just be careful okay?” Campbell nods, taking a sip from the mug whilst brushing a thumb over the Sparky’s head.
“Uh oh!” Bill looks over to see Sparky on the floor. “It’s okay, I’ll save him.” Bill comes over and picks up Sparky, placing him back in Campbell’s lap. “I think he’s hurt.” Bill moves onto his knees. “Oh no! Where’s he hurt?” Campbell shakes Sparky’s foot. “Why don’t you give it a kiss better while I grab a plaster.” Campbell nods, kissing Sparky’s foot. Bill comes back over with a plaster. “Right there.” Campbell points, turning the dragon so that Bill could stick the plaster on. “I think the patient will be fine.” Bill says, kissing Campbell’s head. “Now come on, let’s have some breakfast.” Bill holds out his hand for Campbell who takes it, holding onto Sparky’s hand. Campbell rests Sparkey against the wall so he is sat up. “Does Sparky want some toast too?” Bill asks, getting a smaller plate out for the toy dragon; knowing that he will probably end up eating it. “There you go and some orange juice.” Bill puts the plates down on the table before sitting opposite Campbell with his own breakfast and coffee. “Eat it sensibly.” Bill tells Campbell who was eating it with his hands. “Use your fork.” Campbell grumbles, picking up his fork, stabbing the eggs with it. “Better.” Bill takes a sip from his mug, taking a bite from his toast. “Do I have to take my pills today?” He leans his head against the wall, playing with Sparky’s arms. “You know you do bub. They are to make you better.” Bill moves the extra plate towards him picking up the bit of toast from it. “You need to eat a little more bub. Can you eat this bit of toast and a spoonful of eggs for me?” Campbell picks up the loaded fork, putting it in his mouth as he watches Bill pour out his pills. “Have you got enough water?” Campbell takes a bite of his toast. “Yeah.” He answers with his mouth full. “Campbell don’t talk with your mouth full.”