“I swear, it’s fine! This is over the top, Nicholas.” Colin groaned. He had one hand covering his face in shame as passersby stared at them. He was on Nick's back with his hands around his neck, and Nick’s arms behind his knees so he wouldn’t fall. It wasn’t every day people saw a grown man with a cat carrier getting a piggyback ride at 5 in the afternoon on the streets.
“You were limping. You were just pumped up with adrenaline so we still don’t know the extent of your injuries.” Nick explained. His worry was almost palpable. He had refused Colin to take another step and insisted on carrying him to the clinic, which was closer to the park than the apartment.
Colin let out a sigh. “If you’re tired, I can—”
“I’m not tired.” But beads of sweat were already crawling down his face. “We're a
