I can't keep going I feel my mind slowing, my heart's torn apart.

The bed springs creak as someone sits on the side of the mattress. I turn, roughly grabbing the hand that reaches for my shoulder. Warm skin and a familiar scent loosens my grip, and I gently intertwine my fingers with those of the reaching hand. "Ugh. Sorry. I was dreaming and...well, y'know how I am."
Alex smiles down at me, pulling our clasped hands to his lips and kissing my knuckles. "No, it's my fault. I just wanted to check on you."
I sit up slightly, stretching, testing my muscles for soreness. "I think I'm all healed up, finally. Everything feels normal." Pulling down the neckline of my shirt, I glance down at my chest. The skin is smooth, unmarred by wounds or holes.
Alex peers down my shirt, curiously. "Can I see?"
I move the fabric down further, before catching his smirk. "Yeah, see it's all...hey!" I push him away, scowling and fixing my neckline. "...perv." Alex snickers, and I pull him onto the bed with me, resting my head against his shoulder. "Have ya talked to Troy and them yet?"
Alex runs a hand through his hair, looking bothered. "Not yet. I got rid of the chip, but until I can clear everything up, I think it's better to lay low. Keep the Barony out of it."
I nod, his worry rubbing off on me. "This cut too close, Alex. Way too fucking close. You barely got away, and if it hadn't been for you and Tommy, I'd be..."
He kisses me, cutting off my words. "Don't even think like that. I'd never let anything happen to you. We're safe here." He sighs a little. "I still think Tommy is a fucking bastard, but...he really put his neck on the line for you. For us." His words bring me a sense of peace, and I snuggle closer to Alex with a pleased whimper, basking in his affection.

"I was so worried..." I confess, breaking the silence. "I thought I'd lost you, and...I don't know what I would have done. Things went badly enough as it is, but knowing you were here...that you ARE here, helping me through it." Pausing, I squeeze my eyes shut. "I'm sorry. I'm rambling. I just...I love you Alex. You know that, right?"
There's no immediate reply. My brow furrows, and I turn towards his side of the bed. My hand touches nothing but a bare expanse of mattress. "Alex?" Sitting up, I push the comforter aside. Nothing. Looking around the room, it's empty, and I begin to panic. "Alex! Where did you go? Alex!" 

To my relief, the door swings open. My vision blurs slightly, not recognizing the dark haired figure in the hallway. I blink, and after a moment things make sense again. Alex approaches me, and takes me in his arms. Smiling, I rise on my toes to kiss him. "Sorry I freaked out. That shit on Saturday really has me on edge, heh." He grasps my hips and leads me over to a chair, pushing me gently into a sitting position. "What do you want to do for the rest of the night?" He retrieves a brush and begins pulling it carefully through my hair. My eyes close, and I revel in the blissful feeling of his hands smoothing and brushing. "Mm...we could play Sonic again. I know you're probably tired of it, but it's the only game I can actually beat you in." I fall silent as Alex's hands separate my hair into strands and begin braiding it down my back, tying a small bow at the bottom of the braid.

"Thank you for taking care of me..." I turn in the chair, opening my eyes and looking up. Tommy stares down at me, an expression of benevolence on his face. Confused, my hand creeps up, picking at the fabric of my shirt. "..Tommy?" A sharp sting of pain in my chest, as my nails grow to claws, working into the skin above my heart. "What is..." my words trail off, as I drop my gaze from Tommy's and turn back around in the chair. I stare at a spot on the wall until my eyes grow tired, barely noticing when Tommy picks me up and puts me back into the bed to sleep again.

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