Train crept into the hospital room, his hands hidden behind his back, golden eyes staring intently on the motionless figure hidden beneath piles of bandages. Her butterfly blue eyes closed, the silky blonde hair he had the desire to yank laid in a fan behind her, contrasting with the white hospital gown she donned, a subtle difference to the abnormal white of the hospital. He laid a hand upon her forehead, encircling the Numeral I tattoo tenderly with his forefinger, brushing his lips to her own; she surprisingly did not stir to his touch, she laid there, in the sinking silence, loneliness creeping into the depths of his soul. It was his fault, all his fault, that she lay there in that comatose state, her destiny tinkering on the brink of death due to the grievous injuries she had suffered protecting him for a mysterious unknown reason when Creed was about to land the finishing blow.
He could remember the blood that had spattered across his chest, hers, could recall the face she had given him, smiling, eyes closed, peaceful, as if accepting her last moments. Then she had done something unprecedented, she had channeled a lightning of some sort up Creed's imagine blade, and soon Creed lay on the ground, writhing in agony, moaning of memories he would have long buried, out of fear. Train's arms had wrapped around her in response, pulling her closer to his chest, as if attempting to shield her from Creed, her breaths were faint, barely noticeable in the sinking fear he was receiving, and she had slipped out of his reach in the world of consciousness.
The members of Chronos had flown all the sweepers out to a hideaway island nearby, where they were all taken to a hospital run by Chronos, including the Numbers due to the fact that Sephiria was in a critical condition, and it was rash to remove her. Shocking as this generosity was, it was far more surprising that Chronos had allowed members of the Apostles of the Star to travel with them, even more astounding that they permitted Creed to join them, however, it appeared that they were undaunted by the enemies appearance, perhaps Baldor and Kranz fancied some target practice later.
"Train…" a voice penetrated his reminiscences, a supple hand brushing against his face, Sephiria's compassionate blue eyes stared up at him, "you're crying…" she did not say this offensively, only stated it as a fact.
Train did not realize that he had acquired tears, he quickly wiped the tears away, shame burning inside, sweepers do not cry, he feigned an ersatz cough, "No I wasn't Sephi, anyway, how ya doin', nothing serious?"
She did not reply at once, her eyes still fixed upon his excessively cheerful face, almost pityingly, "You look terrible, have you not had any rest at all since you've arrived?" Her hand brushed his, though she blushed at this, Train had the tingling sensation on his fingertips, grinning sheepishly; he unconsciously swept her in to his arms, his arms encircling her. An invisible force was controlling him, compelling him to come closer to the Captain; he could not control himself any longer his lips met hers, and his eyes closed with a sensuality he was unfamiliar with-he desired to know her better, feel every part of her, make her want to laugh, a rare occasion by far. He could not control his desire in this kiss, as he wrapped his arms around her bodice, his fingers delicately weaving her golden tresses, his tongue breaking into her mouth, making this kiss full of passion as his tongue began to play with hers. She moaned slightly, yet she did not break away from his grasp, soon she too embraced him in a half hug, her tongue fighting for dominance with his, bringing a tenderness to quench his coarse movement. Train did not understand how long they held that amorous kiss, whether it was forever or only a few minutes, it brought him heaven while still in the world of the living, it was almost a drug, and he was thoroughly addicted, unable to control his lust for more. Finally, Sephiria pulled away, a hand on his chest, he immediately backed off, knowing he had probably breached some unknown limit, Train took it as his cue to depart. Sighing, he brought the Commander closer to him, placing a teddy bear in her lap, smiling at her slight embarrassment, and bemusement.
Brushing her cheek with another kiss, he murmured, "Happy Valentine's Day," with that, he left her, grinning stupidly slightly, and with the feeling that he was walking on sunshine.