BEFORE MOVING OVER TO HIM, back rested against clay’s coffee table that had separated the couch from the space in front of the bed━ankles cross, eyes trained downward as she flipped mindlessly through a comic book found on his bottom shelf. what was she doing in clay jensen’s bedroom you ask? babysitting JUSTIN FOLEY, watching with a grimace as he pukes his guts out in a garbage can && desperately drinks water && something else sherri had given him that morning before she came over. ❝ that right, puke it out buddy.❞ lips pucker as another page is flipped, ❝ we need you clean before your turn to testify━or more like as clean as possible? ❞ brows raised as the comic book is set aside as a heavy handed sigh is exhaled through parted petals. resting herself on her knees, body moved forward to bring herself CLOSER to justin as another wave of vomit leaves his stomach. ; palms reach for the blanket he keeps kicking off every few minutes, ❝ listen, keep this on && you won’t be cold. how many times do i need to explain this, ❞ words fall from lips as if she’s scolding a CHILD && she might as well be. ❝ && for once today, just shut up && let me help you? drop the ‘i can do this on my own && don’t need anyones help’ tough guy act. ‘ i’m obviously here because I WANT to help you. ❞ / @boyissues liked this !! ♡
