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Bang.
Crash.
Ting.
Clash.
Charlie reached out an arm making slow deliberate movements to tap Nick in case he wasn’t awake. He didn't want the intruder to know he was awake.
The bed was empty.
Panic and fear shot through his body. Had they got Nick? Was Nick okay? Was he next? He lay perfectly still.
“Where the fuck is it?”
Nick's familiar yet frustrated voice cut through Charlie’s panic.
“Charlie! Where’s my…”
“I don’t know. I just woke up.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Nick said sheepishly.
“No obviously, because your frantic searching was so very quiet.”