Nick Hollis; Peter Pan (

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Nick grabbed his hooded sweatshirt, throwing it on as he gave Jack a smile. "Gimmie a minute, Eves. I need my..." he always hesitated when talking about his pills with Evie, "medicine. Don't be so impatient."

He stepped into the kitchen for a moment, carefully reading the labels of the bottles to find his Xanax. He was absolutely terrified of this trip outside. He could've yelled at Jack, begged maybe, to get them to stay at home. It probably wouldn't have mattered. He quickly popped two and shoved the bottle in one of the big hoodie pockets with nervous, shaky hands. Inhale. Exhale.

He walked out of the kitchen, trying to smile at them. "Ready. Where're we going?"

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