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hallucinations, it was an endless unpleasant sensory onslaught on both sides of the fence.
After a full night of hell for Elaina, he finally fell asleep as the sun was peeking over the horizon. She wished she could’ve done the same, but was too worried about him to even think about it.
She still couldn’t believe he did this to himself. It killed her to see him so sick. Her greatest fear? What if she didn’t catch him before he turned? She continued to peel open his eyelids and check the color of his irises. Moaning, he would swat at her hands every time.
Feeling the need for nourishment, Elaina decided to head out to the cafeteria. As she shuffled to the door, a light knock sounded. Quinn… She was always there for everyone.
“Hey,” Elaina said, feeling an admiration for her that went far deeper than she could express. Someday, she hoped to be even half the woman Quinn was.
“I was just checking on him. How’s it going?” she asked, brushing her fingers over Elaina’s cheek.
Elaina opened the door all the way and let her in, figuring Henry wouldn’t mind.
Battling her emotions, she tried not to shatter in front of Quinn. The angry and melancholy tears rode the edges of her lids. Quinn sensed the struggle and pulled her into an embrace. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay,” she soothed in Elaina’s ear. “You two will get through this.”
“It’s so hard to see him this way, knowing he did this to himself.”
“I understand,” Quinn murmured.
Cutting through the sniffles and choked sobs, Henry mumbled Elaina’s name. She turned and gazed at him. He was shivering, even though the blanket was pulled up to his chin.
Elaina’s voice echoed through my head.
She was talking to someone, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. The need for her to hold me was so immense, my body was wracked with tremors and cold sweats. The pain and craving for a drink stung with such intensity, I was close to losing ground.
Between that and knowing how I fucked things up between us, I wanted to curl into a ball and die. I needed to apologize for everything I had done to us. It shouldn’t have been this way.
I needed to be her hero, the love of her life, healthy enough so I could take care of her. In return, I just wanted her to fucking love me. That was all.
There was still a little hope lingering she would accept me and not just pretend to love me. Not appease me. She had to be feeling pity. I just needed her to love me like the man I used to be. I needed to get back to that…body, mind, and soul.
My throat was dry, my lips drier. My eyelids were still shut tight because there was no way I could open them. I couldn’t take the light or the look of shame and pity on her face. I tried to call for her, but she must not have heard me. Try again. I needed her to hold me because I was falling to bits.
Again, I called out to her. “L-laina…” Still no response. Maybe it was a dream, or maybe she left me for good. Knowing it was going to hurt, I belted out a scream. “Elaina!”
Two sets of feet ran toward me. Maybe they didn’t know if I was awake or having a night terror. All I needed was to feel her touch. Her warm, delicate fingertips on my drenched skin. Her heated body against the chill of mine.
“Elaina!” I bellowed once more.
“I’m here, lover,” she said, her tender words stroking my ears.
“Don’t go… Don’t leave me,” I whispered through the ache in my throat.
“I’m right here with you.”
She sat next to me and I rolled over, putting my face in her lap, clawing at her body and clutching onto her torso, trying to keep her right where she was. I used all the strength I had left.
She pushed her fingers through my dampened hair. A voice cut through, one that took me a moment to figure out. “Let me get you something to clean him up.”
Quinn… Oh god. She was witnessing me melting down. More humiliation.
“Laina…,” I whispered.
She repeated, “I’m here
After a full night of hell for Elaina, he finally fell asleep as the sun was peeking over the horizon. She wished she could’ve done the same, but was too worried about him to even think about it.
She still couldn’t believe he did this to himself. It killed her to see him so sick. Her greatest fear? What if she didn’t catch him before he turned? She continued to peel open his eyelids and check the color of his irises. Moaning, he would swat at her hands every time.
Feeling the need for nourishment, Elaina decided to head out to the cafeteria. As she shuffled to the door, a light knock sounded. Quinn… She was always there for everyone.
“Hey,” Elaina said, feeling an admiration for her that went far deeper than she could express. Someday, she hoped to be even half the woman Quinn was.
“I was just checking on him. How’s it going?” she asked, brushing her fingers over Elaina’s cheek.
Elaina opened the door all the way and let her in, figuring Henry wouldn’t mind.
Battling her emotions, she tried not to shatter in front of Quinn. The angry and melancholy tears rode the edges of her lids. Quinn sensed the struggle and pulled her into an embrace. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay,” she soothed in Elaina’s ear. “You two will get through this.”
“It’s so hard to see him this way, knowing he did this to himself.”
“I understand,” Quinn murmured.
Cutting through the sniffles and choked sobs, Henry mumbled Elaina’s name. She turned and gazed at him. He was shivering, even though the blanket was pulled up to his chin.
Elaina’s voice echoed through my head.
She was talking to someone, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. The need for her to hold me was so immense, my body was wracked with tremors and cold sweats. The pain and craving for a drink stung with such intensity, I was close to losing ground.
Between that and knowing how I fucked things up between us, I wanted to curl into a ball and die. I needed to apologize for everything I had done to us. It shouldn’t have been this way.
I needed to be her hero, the love of her life, healthy enough so I could take care of her. In return, I just wanted her to fucking love me. That was all.
There was still a little hope lingering she would accept me and not just pretend to love me. Not appease me. She had to be feeling pity. I just needed her to love me like the man I used to be. I needed to get back to that…body, mind, and soul.
My throat was dry, my lips drier. My eyelids were still shut tight because there was no way I could open them. I couldn’t take the light or the look of shame and pity on her face. I tried to call for her, but she must not have heard me. Try again. I needed her to hold me because I was falling to bits.
Again, I called out to her. “L-laina…” Still no response. Maybe it was a dream, or maybe she left me for good. Knowing it was going to hurt, I belted out a scream. “Elaina!”
Two sets of feet ran toward me. Maybe they didn’t know if I was awake or having a night terror. All I needed was to feel her touch. Her warm, delicate fingertips on my drenched skin. Her heated body against the chill of mine.
“Elaina!” I bellowed once more.
“I’m here, lover,” she said, her tender words stroking my ears.
“Don’t go… Don’t leave me,” I whispered through the ache in my throat.
“I’m right here with you.”
She sat next to me and I rolled over, putting my face in her lap, clawing at her body and clutching onto her torso, trying to keep her right where she was. I used all the strength I had left.
She pushed her fingers through my dampened hair. A voice cut through, one that took me a moment to figure out. “Let me get you something to clean him up.”
Quinn… Oh god. She was witnessing me melting down. More humiliation.
“Laina…,” I whispered.
She repeated, “I’m here
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