Morning

by Ola

A/N oO Haven’t updated in more than a month… Speaks of laziness or too much things happening all at once? A little bit of both grin sheepishly Hope some of you are still hanging on out there )

Part 8

I woke up with a heavy weight on my stomach. Again. But as my consciousness slowly floated back in, I realized it was blankets. Lots of blankets. Woa… A tremendous sneeze flew out of me, spasming through my entire body and I realized something else too. I hurt. I mean, a real, physical hurt. Everything hurt. I couldn’t really focus my eyes on anything, and… oh yeah… I couldn’t breath through my nose. I had a cold. One major fucking cold. Damn it. I hate colds. Why did I have a c…

I abruptly sat up in bed, fighting against the nausea and looked around in a panic. Everything was spinning.

“Morning?” I managed to slur his name. Oh god, please. Don’t …

“Relax love. I’m not going anywhere.” His voice. Oh god, how I’ve missed his voice. Even this strangely sad and soft one.

“You better not.” My growl was unbelievably real, thanks to my completely blocked nasal passages. Morning hadn’t gone anywhere. In fact, he was sitting in a chair, pulled right up next to my bed. But still too far away.

I made as if to throw the covers away. Heck, I wanted to go over to him, to touch him… to make absolutely sure it was really him. But he was out of his chair and sitting by my side in an eye blink, pushing me gently back down.

“You have a fever. You need rest.”

“Yes doctor, that would explain the alternating feelings of freezing my ass off and being hot as hell,” I smirked, resisting his push and gluing myself to his chest. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“Oh, but you are deliciously hot.” He wore that little, mischievous grin of his. Aha. Before I could decide whether he was saying it figuratively or not, he snaked his nice, cool hands around me and b… yay! Yep, definitely not talking about temperatures here. It was that time that I realized that I was wearing absolutely nothing, and that my cold was completely forgotten.

After a few minutes …or hours –I really had no idea how long we stayed there, simply hugging- the events of last evening slowly came back to me. And with them, sadness and anger. He had left, the bastard, and now he was here again as if nothing had happened. We really needed to talk. Because if he ever pulled something like that again, he wouldn’t find anything left in me to mourn over. There simply wouldn’t be any part of me left saving. Yes, I do realize that I had it real bad. But I couldn’t exactly do anything about it. And I told him exactly that. All of it. Punctuating the important parts by poking him in the middle of the chest with a shaking finger. Only when I had stopped talking, having vented some of the turmoil inside me, did he dare speak. So softly…

“I’m sorry. I had no choice.”

“What do you mean you had no choice. You walked out of here! What was there to decide!?”

“I… I had to. They ordered me to. I couldn’t stay. And I couldn’t tell you why I was leaving.” I frowned.

“So why did they order you to leave? Did they think you had cured me already or something?” I so wanted the stupid person who had started all of this to walk into my room. He wouldn’t walk out again. Grrr. … Huh, I was becoming a bit too violent, eh?

“No. It’s… just the way they do it. Every time. I don’t know why. I knew about it, but I never thought it would be so fucking atrocious.” I stared at him, not because he had known about it, but because he swore. It was pretty funny, considering he never swore. It… I don’t know but it made me want to laugh. So I did, until he looked at me as if I had grown a new head, and he actually checked my forehead for temperature with his hand.

And then I thought of something.

“Hey, what did you give me for the fever?” I didn’t understand why he half looked away in shame and half smirked at me.

“Hot Beaujolet.”

“Err, what?”

“I made you drink hot wine.”

“What! You made me drunk?!” that would explain why the ceiling was still spinning.

“Err, yeah…” he grinned sheepishly. “I needed to warm you up, and it was the only way I could think of.”

“What about keeping me in warm water, or better yet, pilling blankets on me, and sleeping with me! Hah! Did you think of that?”

“Err, no…”

“Well, what are you waiting for, then?” That wasn’t me! I swear! It was the wine! Hee hee. I love the face he made. I love him. Period. grin.

It did get him under the covers with me. And he was so nice and warm. I sighed and closed my eyes, b…

Hey! No! we were supposed to talk first!

“Wait! You still need some explaining to do! What kept you so long! You said a week at most!”

“I tried to leave early. I was afraid for you, and I wanted to come back, but they caught me and…” he looked away again. “Let’s just say the rest of my stay wasn’t at all pleasant. Not to say that they extended it because I had broken a few rules in the process.” He didn’t look happy at all. And for the first time, I felt sorry for him. I had been too preoccupied with myself to think about how this whole situation made him think. Well, I had actually thought he had done it on purpose. That he had simply abandoned me, so there was nothing else to add to that. But now…

I snuggled closer to him, trying to comfort him at least a little. There were still things we had to talk through. There were still things we had to learn about each other. But that could wait. Right now, we were both alive, and happy. Yes. Everything else could wait.

“So you won’t leave again?”

“No. Not if I can help.” I love the way he smiled.

“Good. Or I’ll tie you to the bed.” And I love the way he blushes too. grin

For a reason, only then did I realize that it was morning and that I should be in school. Oh well. I had missed so many days before… one more wouldn’t hurt. Not that I could actually walk there anyway in my condition. Even crawling would have been hard. Sigh.

But as I have just said, it could all wait. Nothing was as important as having Morning home again. In my arms.

And the world didn’t seem such a bad place anymore.

I had to smile.

Perhaps no one could ever cure my random bouts of depression and self destruction. But as long as Morning was with me, life was worth giving it a try. Again and again. As long as it took. Just to be with him and see him smile.

End                                     

A/N Sigh. Yes this is the end. It’s not exactly as I had envisioned it. But as the story was getting more and more out of hand, I didn’t want it to simply splutter out and die. (Huh, I’m not even sure it didn’t actually do that. Oh well). I hope at least some of you liked it. At least I had fun writing it )

And I believe in the message in there whole heartedly. No no! Not the one about killing yourself. But the one about love and hope. You should always have hope. No matter how hard it is. Believe me.

Oh. Err, about giving warm wine to someone who almost froze to death… I have no idea if it’s actually a good thing, so please don’t try it. I know that people drink it in winter to warm up, and I think it dilates your veins, so more warm blood would actually flow to your hands and feet, and warm you up quicker. BUT. I’m not sure. So please don’t do anything stupid, eh?

On a last note, … well, errr, I don’t really have anything else to say. grins sheepishly. I hope you enjoyed it. Please send me a word or two! And thank you so much for the wonderful reviews! )

Ola

P.S: oO shameless plug here: go check out my new web site! Brand new original story “Dark Winds” posted exclusively there. (Will post it on fictionpress only when I finally finish all my neverending stories (on fanfiction mostly))… grins

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