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I had been sleeping. Had. Past tense. Now there's a portal above my bed even though it's no joke midnight. Hobie falls through onto me and I just continue to lay on my stomach like I was before with him now flopped out on top of me.
"Oi, love, get up."
I fumble for the pillow next to me before finding it and hitting him several times with it.
"I am up, dip shit. You just landed on me. Do you have shoes on in my bed?"
There's a bump of shoes hitting the floor after a moment and I sigh before throwing him off and sitting up.
"What do you need this late at night? I've got a gash on my leg and more bruises than I can count right now, so I need sleep."
"Just got bored. You usually crash at my place, missed you at home."
"Parents wanted to come see me here at campus. Got tired, changed into pajamas, passed out here in my dorm," I say as a sleepy mumble.
Hobie playfully rolls his eyes and slips off the side of the bed only to stand up and pick me up instead. He grabs my important stuff, like my beat up bookbag, water bottle, and weighted fox stuffed animal before opening another portal right in front of us and walking through it.
I'm already mostly asleep when he drops me into my bedroom in his flat. I've basically taken over the spare bedroom and now it's my bedroom. The cold air hits my legs and upper body abruptly when Hobie takes off my pajama pants and shirt but that's nothing when he starts to lay a few warm rags over particularly bad bruises and turns on my heating pad.
"Cut on your thigh looks kinda bad. Did you clean it?"
"Didn't have time. Need a torch?"
"Nah, I'm good love. Got your lamp on. How'd it go with the parents," he asks while a warm rag goes over the gash on my thigh.
"About as well as you'd expect. It's my parents, there's no winning with my mom ever and my dad might as well just leave the planet. Take my cell and turn on my playlist."
There's the light tapping of fingers on a phone screen before the music starts to play and Hobie's hands are back on my thigh fixing up the cut there.
"Why do you even still talk to them, Lex? They're not good for you."
"I know, but they're my parents. I'm too tired to do this right now."
Hobie let's out a big sigh and puts a bandage on my leg over the big cut before pulling my blankets up over me and standing up.
"Gave you a bandage that I drew on. Sleep well, lovie."
"G'night Hobbes."
"Sleep already, Calvin."
I'm the morning the delicious smell of some sort of breakfast wafts through the flat and the cold of the wood hits my feet as my big fluffy bathrobe warms my arms. Hobie is snoring on the couch so he's not making breakfast but my phone is dead from playing music all night and not being plugged in so I can't check who it is here.
It doesn't take long to find out though when it's Jessica cooking and Peter B helping clean up the flat.
Jess is the first to notice me and gives me a smile that just barely reaches her eyes but in a soft way, "Heard from Hobie you had kinda a rough time last night so figured we'd come and help."
I rub my eyes and walk over to the couch, moving Hobie's feet so I can sit down on the couch, "Thanks. I'm gonna nap here."
"No problem," Peter says while putting a blanket over both of us and laughing a little bit.
And just like that, everything goes nice and black before oh so sweet sleep engulfs me again.