Chapter 3 - wobbly

                                    

                                          
"Nghhhh..." I heard, and I realized the groan was my own. I didn't want to open my eyes, but from the rough ground below and the distinct smell of ciggarettes and garbage let me know I was lying on the cold hard cement. I slowly opened one eye, moaning in pain when I attempted to move my head. It was aching, and I grasped the bridge of my nose between my index finger and thumb where Rottweiler had punched me.
                          
It hurt, a lot.
                          
"Damn, That kid can throw a punch." I mumbled to myself, peeling my head off of the pavement. I finally managed to pull my body up into a seated position, and I rubbed my eyes, trying to make the double-vision I was experiencing come to an end. "Fuck," I cussed, "I was not expecting my day to go this way." Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in my head, and my eyes shot wide open. Eggsy!
                          
I frantically searched around, looking for any sign of him. I finally saw a collapsed figure lying on the ground with his back facing me a few feet away. His hat was lying just a few feet above his head, but he made no motion to get it, he wasn't moving at all. "Ohh shi-" I whispered, dragging myself to my feet. I quickly stumbled over to him, collapsing by his side. He had a few bruises and cuts on his face and a good amount of blood here and there, along with a black eye, but nothing that needed immediate attention. he probably had a concussion, hopefully not a serious one.
                          
I grabbed his arm and gently shook him, "Eggsy," I whispered, "Eggsy, wake up!" The boy moaned, squeezing his eyes shut even more. "Oi, get up. We gotta get out'a here"
                          
Eggsy coughed, his whole body shaking in pain as he did, telling me there were probably bruises under his jacket. He suddenly stopped, and opened one eye to look at me. "Y' alright?" He asked me, refusing to move until he recieved an answer.
                          
"yea," I said, rubbing the bridge of my nose again, "yea I'm good." The very first thing he did when he woke up was to see if I was okay, not even checking out his own injuries beforehand, which were far worse than mine. That was just the type of guy Eggsy was. So unlike everyone else who lived around here, where every day was survival of the fittest. He began to move his limbs, testing to see which were most painful to move. he slowly sat up, wincing as he did so.
                          
"Fuck! that kid can throw a punch!" Eggsy exclaimed, grasping his side. I laughed, acknowledging the similarities between our first awakening thoughts.
                          
"C'mon," I started, slowly standing up, "We've gotta go 'for anyone else gets here." Eggsy nodded, hoisting himself off of the ground. He stumbled back suddenly, almost falling over, but catching himself ona dumpster in the nick of time. "Oh shit Eggsy!" I cried, taking a step forward to support him. He waved me off, though, batting at my hands.
                          
"What'r you? My mum?" He asked jokingly. I laughed.
                          
"Suite yourself." I said, shrugging. Eggsy rolled his eyes at me, and lifted himself off of the dumpster. But whatever Rottweiler had done to him was too much, and he began to stumble again. This time, however, I caught his arm, lifting it over my shoulders. "What'r you? My mum?" I mimicked mockingly. Eggsy made a bitchface.
                          
"Well maybe if you'd let me be I'd be able to bloody walk!" He snapped, but he didn't pull away from my support.
                          
"Yeah, sure. WhatEVER you say, Eggsy." I said sarcastically, "talk to me when you stop walking like you've had one too many glasses of lager."
                          
We ended up making it back to the apartments, a bit more slowly than normal. Eggsy had managed to walk by that point, gaining some of his strength back. I stepped up to my door, fitting the old key in an even older lock. Good thing there was nothing worth stealing in there anyways.
                          
I opened it, flinching as the door squeaked loudly. I made a mental note to ask for some oil tomorrow. I looked back at Eggsy, who stood staring at his door through narrow eyes. "What?" I asked him.
                          
"Dean doesn't deserve the satisfaction of seeing me like this." He growled. "Fucking wanker." He turned to head back down the stairs. "I'm gonna head over to Jamel's n' crash at his place." He decided.
                          
"Why don't you just stay at my place?" I asked him. He paused mid-flight and looked at me.
                          
"You're cool with that?"
                          
"Sure." I said, and gestured him inside.
                          
I suddenly realized what a mess my place was. Empty teacups littered many of the flat surfaces, along with random CDs, clothes, and a variety of other items. There was a stack of uncleaned dishes in the sink, and day-old leftover takeout on the coffee table, which stood for a dining table.
                          
Eggsy made no comment on its state, however, and immediately went over to the couch. "I'll sleep here." He declared. I chuckled, walking over to the cabinets and rummaging through them. I tossed him a small pill bottle, and a damp rag. "What'r these?" He asked, rattling the bottle.
                          
"Pain meds, you prat." I said, clearing away the takeout. "An' wipe the blood off your face, I'm not gonna have you bleedin' all over th' place." I set a glass of water down in front of him. Eggsy took the medication, and rubbed the rag over his face, missing most of the blood.
                          
"Do I have to bloody do everything around here?" I huffed, sitting down on the couch next to him. "Gimme that." I grabbed the rag and began rubbing the blood off of his nose and cheeks. He muttered several 'ow's' and 'fucking hell's' attempting to dodge the rag. "Dont be such a fanny." I scolded him. 
                          
"You're such a mother, Viv." Eggsy laughed. I scoffed, wiping the last of the blood off of his face. I placed the rag amongst the other various objects on the coffe table, then turned back to Eggsy. He had a smug smile on his face, but the smile soon disappeared, and was replaced with a much softer expression, his eyes observing me in an unusual way. One that I failed to connect with an emotion. 
                          
I cleared my throat, uncomfortable with the situation. Eggsy snapped out of his trance, giving me a flustered apologetic look before quickly turning away. "uh," He said, grabbing a pillow, "I'll see you in th' morning." I got up, making my way back to my bedroom. 
                          
"'Night, Eggsy." I said. Eggsy didn't respond.