Broken Soul (for Wade)

"Shoulder hurts but other than that I think I'm fine," Wade nodded, "Heath's gonna have to patch it up."

Heath smiled, "Hey Justin...you okay?"

Sheamus nodded, hugging Wade tighter, his face buried against Wade's uninjured shoulder.

Justin nodded, slowly sitting up in Heath's lap, curling up against him. He looked over at Wade and Sheamus, frowning at Wade's injury.
"Is Sheamus ok...? He looks a little pale..." He said, unable to help himself.

Heath chuckled, "Even when you just fainted your still a jokester."

Wade held him, kissing Shea's head.

Justin smiled. "Of course...someone has to lighten the mood... Oh! Maybe we should turn off the lights...see if Ghosty really glows." He giggled. "Though we could just ask Wade..."

Sheamus got up, suddenly leaving the room.

Wade frowned, "Guys...he's getting sick of the pale jokes...I know you mean the best but...try and behave..." he got up and followed Sheamus. "He's just playing love."

"No...it's fine. It's not them..." Sheamus mumbled, leaning against the wall out in the hall. "It's just that...that's how...my father..." He slid down the wall, sobbing as he sat on the floor.

Wade closed his eyes, kneeling beside Sheamus as he held him. "Love...I'm sorry. Your father didn't deserve it. But Zeke...it was either kill or be killed..."

"I know, I just...haven't killed anyone...that way before, fer that reason..." Sheamus said inbetween sobs. "I...could've done it different..."

"How? How were you supposed to kill him differently? You had no choice Shea..." Wade comforted.

Sheamus shook his head, leaning against Wade. "I don't know..."

"You had no choice," Wade reiterated.

Sheamus nodded, turning his head to kiss Wade's cheek. "Is breá liom tú...Tá mé chomh leithscéal..."

Wade kissed him back and then whispered, "Ná bheith brón orainn, níl sé do ghrá locht."

"I didn't mean fer what I did...I meant fer what I-I'm going to do..." Sheamus said softly, trying not to start sobbing again as he stood.

"Wh...what are you going to do?" Wade asked, panicking.

"I...don't want yeh to keep getting hurt because of me..." Sheamus said, slowly taking a step away from Wade.

Wade looked shocked, "Shea...wh...what do you mean?"

Sheamus shook his head, turning to go upstairs.

"Boss...you ok?" Justin asked, coming out to check on him, Heath following. "Wade...?" He asked, seeing Sheamus walk off.

Wade teared up, "He's leaving me...I know he is..."

"What...? Why?" Justin asked, hugging Wade.

"We didn't piss him off with our jokes...did we?" Heath asked, confused.

"He think he's the reason I keep getting hurt...but...but he's not..." sobbed Wade, putting his head in his hands.

"Oh..." Was all Justin said, wrapping his arms around Wade's waist.

Heath frowned, then wandered off to go find what he needed to fix Wade's shoulder.

Wade sobbed on the floor, wanting Sheamus to be the one holding him.

Justin sat with Wade, holding him close, though he knew it wouldn't really help at all.

Heath came back a few minutes later, removing the bullet from Wade's shoulder and fixing the wound up.

Wade frowned, "Just let me die Heath..."