Later that night when I woke up, I heard moaning in the drop shift so I got up and ran towards them. I climbed up the ladder to see Jasper moaning and Clarke hovering above him. "His pulse is three eighty." Clarke informs us, with Jasper still moaning.
"Go back to sleep!" Someone from downstairs shouts in annoyance.
"Just ignore them, okay Jasper? You're strong, you can make it through this." I tell him softly, my hands gently running through his hands.
"Can he just die already?" I heard someone shout and I felt anger run through me.
"I'll be right back I'm going to get some water." I tell them as I walk down the ladder. People continued to complain about Jasper.
"Hey! You're just making it worse for yourselves by complaining so much! If you don't like it then sleep somewhere else, no one is forcing you to be here, besides, if it was your sorry ass up there I'm sure that you wouldn't want people asking for you to die. So get that stick out of your asses or get the hell out." I say at them all angrily. I walk outside to get water when I hear someone scream.
My eyes widen in alarm at the screams, I run towards the sound. I see a small girl, probably around the age of twelve, screaming in her sleep, "No! No! No!"
I slowly approach her, I gently place a hand on her shoulder. She wakes up with a jump. As she realizes she is safe and she isn't living whatever she was dreaming about, she seemed to calm down.
"Hey it's okay." I say soothingly and once I see her face my eyes widen.
"Charlotte? Do you remember me? I use to babysit you." I tell her smiling a bit at the memory. She looks up at my face and nods happily.
"Bree!" She exclaims, wrapping her arms around my neck.
"What are you doing down here?" I ask her in a quiet voice, hoping for her to calm down a little. She pulled away from the hug and sighed.
"Well, my parents were floated and when they were bringing their stuff to the redistribution center, I guess I kind of lost it. They said I assaulted a guard." She tells me bitterly and I laugh, playfully pushing her shoulder.
"That's my girl." I say proudly, trying to ease the tension. She smiles at me. "What was your dream about?"
"It's... my parents." She tells me sorrowfully. "It's when they were floated and they... and I see it in my dreams and I just..."
"I'm so sorry Charlotte. I understand though. My mom was floated, do you remember that?" I ask her quietly and she nods at me. We sit in silence for a few moments before I look up at the sky.
"Do you see all those stars up there?" I ask her softly and she nods at me. "Well, I've always thought that those are the ones we've lost. That they're now bright stars above us. They're there to remind us that they'll always be watching over us. We might not always see them, and we might not be able to be with them anymore, but they're there. They're guardian angels now."
"Do you really believe that?" She asks me innocently and I nod at her.
"I really do." I say smiling down at her. I see a tear fall from her eyes and I wipe it away.
"Now follow me." I say getting up. I offer her my hand and she gladly takes it. We walk a little into the woods.
"Where are we going?" She asks me with a small smile. I don't answer her as we reach where I intended to go. We were at a small clearing I saw on our way to save Jasper. I bend down and grab a stick.
"Okay Charlotte," I begin to say, showing her a stick. "When you have a nightmare, I want you to find a stick, think about why you're afraid, and then throw it. Act like you're throwing why you're afraid away from you. Then, you have to yell 'Fuck you!'." I tell her laughing a bit. She giggles at me and tilts her head.
"You use to tell me I'm not allowed to say those words." She reminded me pointedly but I shrugged.
"This is an exception." I say handing her a stick. She smiles at me before taking the stick into her hands. She whispered something into the stick before throwing it.
"Fuck you!" She screams and I laugh at her. She smiles up at me and then yawns.
"Okay, let's get you back to camp." I say still laughing a bit. We walk back to the camp and sit by a tree. I bring her into my arms and her head rests on my shoulder. She slowly falls asleep, but I stay awake, watching the stars shine above us.
The next morning I walked into the drop shift. I went up the ladder and Clarke was looking over his wound. "The Grounders cauterized the wound. Saved his life."
"Saved his life so they could string him up for live bait. Garden of Eden this ain't." Finn said sarcastically and I held back a laugh. He saw me and smirked a bit.
"This is infected. He could be septic. Any progress on using the wristbands to contact the Ark? Monty?" Clarke said forcefully and I walk over to her placing a hand on her shoulder in attempt to calm her down.
"That would be a firm no." Monty told her bitterly and I sighed.
"Clarke, it's okay to not know what to do. That's why you have us, we can help." I tell her softly but she just shook her head.
"My mother would know what to do." She said snapping at me and I just sighed, walking back towards Finn.
"How's he doing?" Wells asked as he came into the room.
"How does it look like he's doing, Wells?" Clarke asked him angrily.
"Hey, I'm just trying to help." Wells defended himself as Jasper continued to moan.
"Right. You want to help? Hold him down." Clarke said and we all got up, surrounding Jasper. We each hold down a different body part.
"I'm not gonna like this, am I?" Monty asked, clearly worried. Clarke grabs a knife and heats it up. She brings the knife towards Jasper and his wound.
"Hold him still. I need to cut away the infected flesh." Clarke informs us as she begins to cut away the wound. Jasper screams very loudly as Octavia runs in.
"Stop it! You're killing him." She exclaims as she crouches next to Clarke who continues to try to save Jasper.
"She's trying to save his life." Finn informs her in a calm voice.
"She can't." Bellamy says as he walks into the room they are in.
"Back off." Wells tells to Bellamy as he stands up confidently.
"We didn't drag him through miles of woods just to let him die." Clarke tells Bellamy in anger.
"Kid's a goner. If you can't see that, you're deluded. He's making people crazy." Bellamy reminds us all.
"Bellamy, we can't just let him die. We aren't on The Ark anymore. Every life matters and we can't give up on people. If this was Octavia you would do everything in your power to help her." I tell him pointedly and he just sighs at me.
"Take a look at him. He's a lost cause." Bellamy says pointing at a moaning Jasper.
"Octavia, I've spent my whole life watching my mother heal people. If I say there's hope, there's hope." Clarke tells the brunette softly. It sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than Octavia.
"This isn't about hope, it's about guts. You don't have the guts to make the hard choices. I do. He's been like this for three days. If he's not better by tomorrow, I'll kill him myself." Bellamy says as he turns to leave. I sigh and shake my head. "Octavia, let's go."
"I'm staying here." Octavia tells him with determination in her voice. I turn to her and give her a small smile which she returns. Bellamy leaves and Monty just shakes his head at him.
"Power-hungry, self-serving jackass. He doesn't care about anyone but himself." Monty says and I raise my eyebrows at him. Who knew such a quiet person had that much anger in them? He saw Octavia wince slightly and he quickly added, "No offense."
"Yeah. Bellamy is all that. But he also happens to be right." Finn tells us and my head snaps up at him with wide eyes.
"Bree can you go talk to Bellamy?" Octavia asks me softly and I frown in confusion.
"Why me?" I ask her and she smiles a bit.
"Oh please, even you know that he has a soft spot for you." Octavia says and I just raise my eyebrows before walking down the ladder trying to find him. I spot the brunette boy walking angrily to his tent.
"Bellamy!" I shout and he turns around.
"What is it, Bree?" He asks me angrily.
"Where are you going?" I ask in curiosity. He sighs before going into the tent and I follow him. As he goes through his things I cross my arms over my chest, standing tall.
"Hunting." He says simply and I nod.
"I'm going with you." I tell him and he opens his mouth to protest but I hold up my hand. "It wasn't a question."
"Fine." Bellamy says sighing. "Grab your bow and meet me at the front of the camp."
I nod and walk out of the tent. I walk towards the back of the drop shift where I kept my things at the moment. I bend down at my backpack and pick it up along with my bow and arrow. I walk to Bellamy who has a few of his other bitches who obey his every command.
"You ready to go, princess?" He asks me and I nod, smiling a bit. He gently places his hand on my back, leading me into the woods. He leans down towards my ear to whisper something. "Stay with me, okay?"
"Okay." I tell him, nodding a little. We continue to walk through the forest. I still love looking at all the green around me. There was so much color, it was beautiful. I was walking with Bellamy when we saw a boar. It oinks, oblivious to us.
"Shh... She's mine." Bellamy whispers to the us all, as he flips his weapon in his hand. All of a sudden, a twig snaps behind Bellamy and he throws his axe behind him. It hits a tree, nearly missing a little girl. My eyes widen when I see its Charlotte. The boar ran away since it noticed them. The rest of the hunting party ran after it.
"Who the hell are you?" Bellamy says walking towards her, Atom and I by his side.
"Charlotte." She says meekly.
"I almost killed you." Bellamy says getting his axe out of the tree. "Why aren't you back at camp?"
"Well, what with that guy who was dying, I just... I couldn't listen anymore." Charlotte tells us and I nod at her.
"There's Grounders out here. It's too dangerous for a little girl." Atom says and Charlotte looked at him in annoyance.
"I'm not little." She says, sticking her head in the air.
"Okay, then..." Bellamy says trailing off as he hands a knife to Charlotte. My eyes widen slightly, he was giving her a knife? "But you can't hunt without a weapon. Ever killed something before?"
Charlotte shook her head no, and I looked at Bellamy with wide eyes. He just kept looking at her, a small smile on his face. "Who knows? Maybe you're good at it."
"Bellamy what the hell?" I whisper as we walk away from Charlotte. "You can't just give an unstable young girl a knife!"
"She'll be fine, okay?" He tells me holding my shoulders. I open my mouth to protest before I see a yellow fog coming towards us.
"What the hell?" I whisper in confusion. Bellamy frowns and turns around, seeing the fog.
"Run! Everyone run!" Bellamy shouts before he grabs my hand we begin sprinting towards the forest. We catch up with the rest of the hunting party and they begin running from the fog as well.
"Come on! There are caves this way." Bellamy shouts at us and there was a born bellowing in the distance. I ignored it and kept running. Charlotte, Bellamy, and I get separated from the others as we run through the forest. Charlotte was falling behind and was almost caught by the fog but Bellamy grabbed her arms and pulled her forward.
My breath quickened at the thought of one of us getting caught in the fog. I tried to push the thoughts behind me as the fog was coming close to us. Atom was close behind but he tripped and fell. The fog engulfs Arom as the horn continues to bellow in the distance. The three of us manage to find a cave. I looked around frantically for Atom as he calls our names. Bellamy starts coughing and pushes us both into the cave.
I stumble into the cave, hyperventilating. I trip into the wall of the cave, trying to catch my breath. I see Bellamy quickly move in front of me. I frantically look around for Charlotte, trying to make sure she's safe. I can see Bellamy's lips moving but I can't hear the words. Everything seems to be moving in slow motion. I see Bellamy point for Charlotte to go somewhere else and she follows quickly. I shut my eyes and try to focus on my breathing.
"Bree, Bree!" Bellamy's voice seems so distant. I open my eyes and I see his worried face above me. "Focus on my breathing, alright?"
He places my hand on his chest like Finn did. My eyes widen, where was Finn? Is he alright? Countless possibilities run through my mind, what if he got caught by the fog? My breath quickens I feel very light headed.
Suddenly, I feel something pressing against my lips. I snap my eyes back to what it is, it's Bellamy. He was kissing me. I close my eyes and kiss him back. We stay like that for about thirty seconds before he pulls away, breathing heavily. My breathing matches his.
"What was that?" I ask him softly.
"Your panic attack stopped." Bellamy said, clearly proud of himself.
"How did you do that?" I ask in shock.
"I figured if I took your mind off the panic attack, maybe it would stop it. So I kissed you." He explained and I nodded at him.
"Thank you." I say quietly and he nods. We walk down a tunnel in the cave where Charlotte ran down. We see her lying on a rock, sleeping.
"Do you want to tell me why you get them?" Bellamy asks me once we both sit down. I swallow deeply, clenching my jaw. Those memories I've tried so hard to push away. I hate bringing them up. "You don't have to, but sometimes talking it out helps."
"It's kind of a long story..." I say trying to get out of telling him.
"Bree, you can talk to me, we've got time." Bellamy says softly.
I stare at him for a few moments. We barely know each other, but I'm ready to tell him my entire life story. In a few days, I trust him as much as I trust Finn or Octavia. I sigh deeply and lean my head against the wall.
"Fine... Just don't, don't run away or anything... My father. He uh, he use to beat me." I tell him, a lump forming in my throat. Out of the corner of my vision I see Bellamy's eyes widen in shock.
"It's been happening for as long as I can remember. Even when I was a little kid, he would hit me. When my mom was still alive, he would hit me. She tried to stop it, but she wasn't strong enough. She was like a hero to me. But then my dad stole some rations and framed my mother for it. They floated her without a second thought." A tear comes out of my eyes and I hastily wipe it away. I hate crying.
"It was just me and him after that. He would constantly hit me then. There was no one to stop him. One day I uh, I broke a glass. He just kept hitting me, and then he left the room. I was I think twelve at the time. That day I met Finn. He found me on the floor and he took care of me. He saved my life. Him and our friend Raven Reyes, they both saved my life. I wouldn't have lived this long without them. I probably would've killed myself by now. I don't know what I'd do without them, especially Finn. He's my family." I tell him and he looks at me, I can't tell if I see tears in his eyes or not.
"But then this is where the story gets really interesting." I say laughing bitterly.
"The day I turned sixteen, my birthday, I broke my father's watch. I don't even remember how looking back on it. I think he left it on the ground and I stepped on it, the glass shattered. I have never seen him with so much rage. He beat me like he never beat me before. He broke three ribs and sprained my wrist. He just kept hitting me, kicking me. It was the worst pain I've ever been through. But then I saw him pick up a knife. He always threatened to kill my but I never thought he actually would. He tried slashing my throat with the knife. I got away, but he grabbed me again and somehow, I ended up holding the knife. He was charging at me and in that split second before I could even realize what I was doing, I slashed his throat. I murdered my own father. I remember just sitting there in pure horror at what I had done. I killed my father. The the guards found me with my dads body. I tried telling the council about the abuse, but they didn't care. They said they were two separate crimes and my father would've been floated for child abuse but me murdering him was something different. It didn't matter that it was self defense, I had killed somebody. So that's how I ended up in the sky box. I killed my father... I killed my father." I said getting very choked up by the end. Once I muttered the last words I broke down into full out sobs. I kept repeating those four words.
Bellamy looked at my with sorrow in his eyes. He moved over to me and held me in his arms. He took my legs and swung them over his thighs, setting me on his lap essentially. My head rested on his shoulder as I let everything out. I had never truly cried over the abuse. I held it all in, until today. I just kept crying. Bellamy had one hand wrapped around my body and the other was running through my hair. He was whispering soothing words into my ear as I cried.
"It's okay... It's okay." Bellamy says pressing a kiss to my head.
"No it's not, it'll never be okay." I says having my head.
"Don't say that, I promise it'll be okay."
"Why are you helping me, Bell? I'm a murderer." I said, tears running down my cheeks.
"You were defending yourself, Bree. You didn't do anything wrong. If you didn't do that, who knows what would've happened to you. Don't blame yourself for this, please." He said and once he was finished he placed a long kiss onto my forehead.
I shut my eyes, calming down some. I felt myself growing more and more tired. My eyes fluttered shut as I fell asleep in Bellamy's arms.
"No!" I hear a voice cry out. I jerk awake, as does Bellamy. I see Charlotte awake as well, but she's clutching a stick in her hands. Her eyes are tightly screwed shut.
"Fuck you!" Charlotte yells at the stick as she throws it, accidentally hitting Bellamy right on the head.
"Ow!" Bellamy says quietly, rubbing his head. I start chuckling at what just happened.
"I'm sorry." Charlotte says quietly, looking down at her lap.
"Does it happen often?" Bellamy asks her softly. Charlotte sighs, giving him his answer. "What are you scared of?"
Charlotte doesn't answer this time, she just stares at him. "You know what? It doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is what you do about it."
"But... I'm asleep." Charlotte replies with confusion in her voice.
"Fears are fears. Slay your demons when you're awake, they won't be there to get you when you sleep." He tells her, I was still on his lap, my head against his chest.
"Yeah, but... How?"
"You can't afford to be weak. Down here, weakness is death, fear is death. Let me see that knife I gave you." Bellamy tells her and Charlotte hands over the knife. Bellamy grips the weapon tightly in his hands.
"Now, when you feel afraid, you hold tight to that knife and you say, 'screw you. I'm not afraid.'" Bellamy tells her, handing back the knife. She timidly holds it with both hands.
"Screw you. I'm not afraid." Charlotte says quietly. Bellamy gives her a look, telling her she can do it better. She takes a deep breath. "Screw you. I'm not afraid." Charlotte says confidently, repeating his words. Bellamy smiles, and gently pats her.
"Slay your demons, kid. Then you'll be able to sleep." Bellamy tells her as she nods.
"Just so you know, Charlotte? It is okay to be afraid. Fear is what keeps us going, if we're fearless, then we do stupid things. We need fear to make us run faster, to make us work harder. We need fear in our lives. You just can't let fear control you. If you're not scared, you're not human." I tell her and she nods at me, seeming to take in my words. I then rest my head against Bellamy's chest again, closing my eyes and falling asleep.
We exited outside and look around. The fog was gone. Bellamy held my hand tightly as we woalked outside.
"It's all clear. Anybody out here? Jones?" Bellamy shouted, I really hoped that everyone was safe.
"We're here!" We heard a voice yell. We ran towards the voice and saw Jones and the others running toward us.
"Lost you in the stew. Where'd you go?" Bellamy asked him once we were all together.
"Made it to a cave down there. The hell was that?" Jones asked us and I shrugged.
"I don't know, some sort of acid fog I think." I say, shifting my weight slightly. Bellamy looked over the group and frowned.
"Where's Atom?" He asked and Jones shrugged.
"Wait, he didn't go with you?" I asked with my eyes widening in fear. Jones just shakes his head at me.
I share a worried look with Bellamy before a scream rips through the air. My head snaps towards it, I run towards it. Bellamy hot on my tail. I find Charlotte screaming, panting heavily. I follow her line of vision and I see Atom lying on the ground, covered in bright red blisters. I stood in shock as Bellamy catches up with us.
"Son of a bitch. Atom." Bellamy mutters as he rushes over to his dying friend. I follow him, standing next to him. I scan him over, unsure on how to help him. I bend down next to him, trying to hear what he was muttering.
"Kill me. Kill me. Kill... me." Atom chokes out. He gasps from pain and lack of oxygen. The others catch up to us and stand in shock. Charlotte walks towards us, more towards Bellamy.
"I... can't... breathe." Atom gasps out, I cover my mouth with my hands. I feel tears pool into my eyes but I fight them back.
"Don't be afraid." I hear Charlotte say, I look up to see her handing Bellamy the knife he gave her. I shake my head at all of this, it's all so messed up.
"Go back to camp. Take Charlotte with you." Bellamy orders the hunting party, they obey, as does Charlotte. Bellamy bends back down, on the opposite side of Atom as me.
"Kill me... Bellamy... Bree, please..." Atom begs us both. He continues to choke and I can't take anymore of it.
"Okay. I'm gonna help you, all right?" I tell him, smiling softly. I gently reach over and I run my fingers through Atom's hair. I begin to sing.
"It's alright to cry, even my dad does sometimes..." I sing quietly. I feel Bellamy's eyes on me as I slowly take the knife from his hands.
"So don't wipe your eyes, tears remind you you're alive." I continue to sing, gripping the knife tightly.
"It's alright to die, cause deaths the only thing you haven't tried." I feel tears slowly run down my cheeks as I aim the knife up with his neck.
"But just for tonight..." I gently pierce his neck with the knife, pushing it in all the way. Atom chokes on his blood and I let out a shaky sigh.
"Hold on." I sing the last line of the verse. I continue to run my hand through his hair as he slowly dies, bleeding out. I feel Bellamy's eyes on my still, but I don't take my eyes off our dying friend.
We walked back to the camp in silence. As soon as I took away Atom's life, Clarke, Finn, and Wells met up with us. Atom's body was carried back. We walked through the camp and Atom was gently placed on the ground. Clarke walked towards the drop shift and Octavia ran over to us.
"It's about time. They're gonna kill Jasper. Did you get the medicine?" Octavia asks us both frantically and I look towards Clarke.
"Yeah. I... I got it." Clarke informs her and she nods.
"Come on. Let's go talk." I say to Octavia as I try to pull her towards the drop shift. I knew her and Atom had a 'thing', and I don't want her to find out he's dead the wrong way. She just ignores me and walks towards Bellamy.
"Octavia, just stay there. Please, stay back." Bellamy pleads as he tries to stop Octavia from seeing Atom's body.
"Stop." Octavia orders him, pushing his arm away from her as she approaches Atom. She lifts the jacket off his head, revealing his dead corpse.
"Atom." She whispers sorrowfully.
"There's nothing I could do." Bellamy tries to explain to her but she interrupts him.
"Don't." Octavia snaps, holding up her finger, shushing him. She begins to cry as she covers his face with the jacket once more. She gets up and gets up to leave.
"O... O... please." Bellamy tries but she ignores him.
"Don't." Octavia tells him again before leaving. I sigh before running after her.
"Octavia!" I shout and she turns around, tears running down her cheeks. She sees me and falls into my arms.
"Bree! Bree he's dead." Octavia cries in my arms.
"I'm so sorry, O." I whisper as I run a hand through her hair soothingly.
"How did he die?" She asks me, pulling apart from the hug and I swallow thickly.
"The fog that hit got him, if anyone had ran to save him we would've been dead too." I explain to her and she nods, knowing there was more to the story. "When we found him, he was begging for us to kill him. There was nothing we could do. We weren't able to move him, he would've died by the time we got back to camp. So I took Bellamy's knife, and I killed him. He was asking Bellamy to do it a lot more than he asked me. But Bellamy just didn't have it in him, he couldn't kill his friend. I didn't want him to become a killer, and as you know with my story, I'm already one. I did it so he didn't have to. I am so sorry Octavia."
I expect her to hate me and run away, but she brings me into her arms again. I was confused at first but then relaxed into the hug.
"I thought you would hate me." I say, willing myself not to cry again.
"I'd never hate you, Bree. Thank you for not letting him suffer." She says, still crying a bit. I nod at her and we go into the drop shift.
"I'm really sorry about Atom." Clarke tells Octavia with sympathy in her tone. Octavia just nods at her.
"I guess we're gonna have to get used to people dying down here, aren't we?" Octavia says and Clarke smiles at her sadly.
"But not you." Octavia says turning towards a still sleeping Jasper. They gave him medicine an hour ago. She runs her fingers through his hair as she smiles down at him. "You hear me? You're not allowed to die."
Clarke gets out of the drop shift, saying something about how she has to talk to Wells. Finn came into the room, waving around a bottle of whiskey. I smile at him and grab the bottle. We all sit around a table together. I drink a bit of it and smile at the burning sensation in my throat. Monty takes it and takes some of it. He begins to choke and cough the second it hits his throat. I laugh slightly at his reaction.
"Smooth." Finn comments as Monty hands it over to Octavia.
"Disgusting. Love it." The brunette says and I laugh a little more.
"Can I, uh, get a hit of that?" Jasper says groggily and I gasp, getting up from my seat with the others following.
"Jasper!" I exclaim happily, sitting next to him.
"Let's start with the soft stuff." Finn says as he hands Jasper some water.
"Welcome back from the dead." I say jokingly. He turned towards me in confusion.
"Was that a dream or did I get speared?" Jasper asks me and I open my mouth to answer him but the door opens and Clarke comes in.
"You'll have a very impressive scar to prove it." Clarke informs him as she walks over to us.
"My savior." Jasper happily says, still groggy from his sleep.
"Thank you for not dying. I don't think I could've taken that today." Clarke says and I make a note to myself to check in with her later.
I'll try not to die tomorrow, too, if that's cool." Jasper tells her and I let out a small laugh. He sees Octavia standing above him and he smiles brighter.
"Oh, hello." Jasper says flirtatiously and we all laugh at him. I smile at everyone around me. I decide to cherish this moment, I'm not sure how many more moments like this we'll get.
I walked out of the drop shift and saw most of the delinquents sleeping, it was almost pitch black out. I walked behind the drop shift to sleep there since I didn't have a tent. As I was walking back I heard someone calling my name. I turned around and saw Bellamy.
"Where are you going?" He asked me in confusion.
"To sleep." I said plainly, exhaustion overwhelming my body.
"Where?"
"Behind the drop shift."
"Why?"
"I don't have a tent or anything." I tell him and he stares at me for a few moments before sighing.
"Sleep in my tent." He decides and I shake my head.
"No I can't do that, it's your tent. I'll be fine." I say but he just grabs my hand and before I can protest he begins dragging me to his tent.
We get inside and there's only one bed, and there isn't much space on the floor for another person to sleep. I sit down anyway and lay on my back.
"Now what are you doing?" Bellamy asks me, almost seeming amused.
"Trying to sleep." I say as if I'm talking to a child.
"That's ridiculous, Bree. Get in my bed. I don't bite." He says laughing a bit and I look up at him to see if he's serious and he is. I push myself off the floor and he climbs into his bed. I follow, at first we're facing each other. For a few minutes we just stare into each other's eyes, not saying anything.
"Thank you." I say tiredly and with that I turn around so my back is facing him, and I fall asleep.