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“You never even cared about me!” Campbell screams, fighting against Bill’s arms that were holding him back so he couldn’t strike Joe again.
“You know that isn’t true.” Joe speaks calmly, trying to keep the situation as calm as it could; he had shouted previous to this but now he had to try and be civil.
“Fuck you Joe! I loved you, Bill let you in!”
Joe swallows looking over to Bill. “Tell him will you.”
Campbell looks behind him trying to work it out, pulling away from Bill’s arms and making distance between both of them.
“Me and Joe have been talking about this for a while.” Campbell looks between the two men, a tear in his eye. “Both of you! Wha- Why?” Campbell’s voice falters as he makes a run for the front door.
“Don’t!” Bill grabs his wrist quickly before Campbell could run out.
“Let me go!” Campbell cries, his wrist turning in the man’s wrist and making a horrible sound and the boy ending up on the floor.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” Campbell shouts, kicking away the two of them.
“Let me look at your wrist.” Bill leans down but stops when Campbell hits his arm out before wincing in pain. “Alright.” Bill backs away looking over at Joe. “Why don’t we go for a walk Joe?” Bill gets up from the floor looking over to Joe who looks to the very distressed Campbell and then back to the man.
“Okay?” Joe follows Bill out the back door and round the corner. “He is in no state to leave alone right now.” Joe whispers, looking through the window to Campbell who was crying on the floor.
“We aren’t leaving. We are taking a step back. Letting him calm down.”
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Joe gets up from the garden chair looking through the window. “He’s asleep.” Joe says, tapping the man’s shoulder. “On the kitchen floor with a potential broken wrist. Really helped didn’t it?” He complains, making his way to the door.
“You’ll make it worse again.” Bill moves him out the way and gets through the door.
“You were the one who suggested it in the first place.” Joe raises his voice but sits back down on the garden chair muttering some curses under his breath.
Bill makes his way towards the boy, seeing how the wrist had become swollen already. “Let’s get you to a bed.” Bill whispers, lifting Campbell up gently.
“Don’t.” Campbell's voice was tired and weak.
“You’re okay.”
Campbell shakes his head, trying to push Bill away as he was laid on the bed. “I-i want this.”
Bill kneels on the floor by the boy. “You don’t want to feel sad, angry.”
Campbell turns away. “I want to.” He says in a quiet voice, looking over to Bill.
“Okay, as long as you let me check your wrist in the morning.” He looks over and through the door to see Joe sneaking in again.
“And let us in the bed tonight.” Bill smiles, brushing a hand through the boy’s hair before leaving the room.
“Fuck them.” He curses under his breath, grabbing onto his sore wrist and digging his nails in and breaking the skin. “Good.” Campbell smiles for a second, watching the blood drip down his wrist and onto the white sheets below him. “I deserve it.”
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“Hey, shush.” Bill holds Joe’s wrist gently. “Be quiet, Campbell’s asleep.” Bill says, grabbing the glass from Joe’s hand and placing it on the sideboard. “Should’ve cut you off.” Bill mutters, moving off to the bathroom whilst Joe collapses on the bed next to Campbell, moving over onto his side.
“Bill, um.” Joe looks over to the bathroom before looking back down again. “Do broken wrists bleed?” Joe slurs noticing how quickly Bill is over there and moving him out of the way. “Bill.” Joe groans, closing his eyes.
“Joe, you need to help me. Sit him up.”
Joe pulls himself up, pulling Campbell up from under his arms and resting him against the bed frame.
“Keep the arm still. Try and wake him up.” Bill instructs before moving back over to the bathroom.
“Campbell.” Joe whispers, rubbing the boy’s back, sobering up quickly.
Bill comes back with a few supplies, pressing a bandage against the boy’s wrist. “Come on Campbell.” Bill encourages, brushing a thumb over the boy’s hand. “Open those beautiful eyes for us.” Bill says, nodding at Joe before going back to the wound.
“If you wake up you can have a cocoa.” Joe tries, Campbell’s hand clenching into a fist. “And what about a few biscuits?” Joe adds, watching Bill wrap another bandage around the arm.
“It seems broken but a proper x-ray will…” He stops when Campbell makes winces. “That’s it, good boy.” Bill looks up to see Campbell’s tired eyes.
“Cocoa?” Campbell’s croaky voice asks, looking between the two men and making Joe chuckle.
“Course you can.” He says, kissing the boy’s head.