I don't even know how this happened. I just now that the sun was blocked out and everyone was angry with me. A shaky sigh left me as I grabbed Dave's shoulders once again and shook him.

"Come on, Dave. Wake up." Your voice cracks and you shove his shirt up, looking at the wound along his stomach/chest. You don't know how it happened. You don't know why he didn't tell you. You don't know how his shirt isn't messed up except for the large blood stain. His sternum is busted up, ribs shattered, intestines showing.

"It's just a scratch, right? Nothing to bad."

You look back up at his face and look into his dull eyes. They stare at you but they look through you. They hold no emotion and there's blood smeared over his chin. What happened?

"You'll be okay. When…Jane gets down here. Everything will be fine. I promise and then…" Your voice dies off as you grip your hair and rock back and forth You try to reassure yourself that everything will be fine. You need to be calm you just- there a sound that's making your ears ring. It loud and it sounds like it will never end. You suddenly realize that you're shrieking. You're letting out so many emotions and you're making your throat raw but you don't know what to do because NOTHING IS OKAY. NOTHING IS OKAY AND YOU'RE GOING TO DIE AND DAVE IS DEAD AND YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE EVERYONE ELSE IS. THEY DISAPPEARED. Another scream tears from you and start to break down. You-

You bolt up, almost head butting someone in the process. Your face is wet and you instantly start running your face to get rid of the evidence. A small sob comes from you and you start to tremble, shoulder hitching as you rock back and forth.

"John. John. I'm here. John. Look at me, John."

He tells you as he wraps his arms around you. You freeze up before hugging him tightly, gripping his shirt like a lifeline as you press your face into his shoulder. He's...he's okay. Thank God that he he's okay. You Try to relax and it's work slightly. It helps that he's here with you. You let out a shaky breath and loose your grip, slumping weakly against him. Nightmares always made you feel weak and more tired than when you went to bed. You suppose that they used a lot of energy. You only relaxed because he was rubbing circles into your back.

"Shhhhh…."

You make a small sound and close your eyes, shifting in and out of sleep. You prefer to be awake because he's there to help but you want to sleep because if he's here then you're safe...right?

"Don't go…" You mumble, voice muffled slightly by his shoulder.

"I'm not going anywhere." He says as he laces his fingers through your hair.

You nuzzle into his shoulder slightly and finally let yourself fall asleep.

(=w=)

You shift and blink your eyes open slightly. Dave is still asleep. Dave is….wrapped around you. Well more like you're wrapped around him. A small sigh leave you before you close your eyes once again. You don't want to move because he's still asleep and you don't want to wake him up. You don't remember moving into this position. Not that you mind it though. You shift your body slightly, curling up a little more against him. You flinch as you hear a sound coming from the door. Like someone trying to open it. You carefully sit up and stare in its general direction. To be honest everything is a blob. A wonderful blurry ass blob. You look over at Dave as you realize he was awake. The jingling stops and there are footsteps walking away.

"Well… Good morning." You say with a small laugh.

"Good morning to you." He says, voice hoarse, as he runs a hand through his hair. "Want some?" He says after he takes a sip from the water bottle that was under his bed.

"sure." You say after a moment. Your throat hurts from screaming earlier actually

You say thanks as he hands you the bottle and take a swig of the water.

"Thanks for letting me spend the night" You say as you hand back the bottle.

"So…. want to grab something to eat?".

You nod at the thought of food.

"Can we just climb out the window?"

"Now you're getting it Johnny." He gives you a quick kiss before leaving out the window.

"Come on dude. What are you waiting for?"

You flip him off before walking to the window and pulling yourself up to where he is. "Shut it Elizabeth."

"Where'd that come from?" He frowns.

"Hm? Oh Rose told me a few days ago." You say and shrug slightly. "She told me to call you Elizabeth. I'm guessing it's your middle name."

"... It might be…."

"Well, let's get food then, Lizzy." You grin and move away from him because you don't feel like getting hit.

You laugh when he tries to punch you.

"Fine then Johnny. Just follow my lead." He flash steps to the edge of the roof and climbs down.

You give a small groan but walk over there and climb down. When your bare feet touch the ground, you shift slightly. He kisses you for the second time before smirking.

"Race you to my truck." He's off then. You really weren't even going to try.

You facepalm and realize something. You don't have your glasses. You also realize that everything is really blurry and that you're slightly off balance because of it.

"GOD DAMMIT MOTHER FUDGING CAKE FUCKER."

You give a small sigh after a moment of silence before you start walking towards the blob that looks like his truck. Fuck the glasses you could do without them for once. You stop walking because you really can't see anything and you have no idea which way to even walk to avoid walking into something.

"Dave I'm blind help" Your voice holds a slight whine to it.

You make a small sound when you're picked up and you wrap your arms around his neck.

"This working for you babe?"

"I'm being carried by the sexiest blob ever. So yes, it's working for me." You laugh softly as you talk.

"Thanks babe. Now come on. We've got a breakfast to go to." He says as he set you in the passenger seat.

You lean your head back slightly and inhale deeply. The truck smells like him. You take the shoes handed to you and hold back a laugh because this is going to be interesting.

"Hope those fit." He starts the truck.

They probably will but you can't tell left from right so you have to feel the curve of the shoe before actually putting it on and blindly tying the laces.

"Jesus I seriously feel like I'm blind. Like holy hell all I need now is a service dog and it's official." You mutter as you place the other shoe on. He kisses you for the fourth time.

"Aww, now you're just making fun of blind people."

"Dave. I practically am blind. I'm barely allowed to drive legally because I'm classified as legally blind. Now shut up before I blindly punch you in the dick." You lean your head back and close your eyes.

"Aw man. I was just joking John. I'm sorry."

You fall silent and shrug slightly, choosing to mess with the bottom of your shirt instead. Way to go John on ruining things for other people. As Dave flips through the channels of the radio, the songs either being sad or country, you turn your head to stare out the window. He turns off the radio and you hear some weird...song. You suck on the slightly swollen area of where you bit through your lip. You're sure that it's probably still red like it was yesterday. It tastes metallic and you swipe your tongue over. You give a small hum and gently gnaw at the swollen area.

"Hey. dude stop. That's not healed yet and you're going to make it worse." He grabs your hand gently as he talks, causing you to look over.

You know for a fact that your lip has started to bleed again and you suck at the raw area gently. You really don't want to stop because it's a bad habit that you've developed over the years.

"Dude. Seriously. Blood is not good for you. You are not a vampire." He starts to rub circles on your hand.

You let go of your lip and swipe your tongue over the area again just to catch the blood that showed up after you let go. It actually hurts a little more than you want it to. Not that it really bothers you anyways.

"But...it tastes good." You mumble.

"Maybe so. But it's still not good for you. Too much of it and you could throw up, you know."

"Dave. I feel like you're treating me like a child…" You lean your head back again and your stomach twists in a way that makes you uncomfortable.

"...Sorry. I'm just kind of worried. I want it to heal right."

You give a small whine as you get that lurching feeling again. It wasn't because of the blood. No it was more like because you made him upset earlier and now you were upset because he was upset.

"It'll heal fine."

The conversation is dropped an Dave helps you out of the car. He also leads you into wherever the hell you have arrived. But the smell makes your mouth water. You almost trip at one point as Dave leads you somewhere. The blob of a place looks...not familiar at all. Amazing. Dave helps you into the...bboooottthhhh? Yeah let's go with booth. He slides in next to you for a moment.

"Welcome to Denny's! What can I get for you?"

You almost have a heart attack. Jesus you hadn't noticed someone walk up to the table.

"We'll be having two waters and chocolate milks, along with the all you can eat pancakes and a side of bacon strips."

You listen to him talk and you really don't have a complaint about it. It sounds good. Hopefully it is and it's not like one of those restaurants that smells good but then the food tastes terrible. Yeah you've been to one of those before.

"You okay there? You emphasized the 'we' pretty hard there." You turn your head towards him and stare at your blob of a boyfriend. Wait. Could you call him that?

"Yeah… I just… yeah. Hey. I've got something to ask you."

"Ask away, Lizzy." Your lips curl up into a smile as you laugh softly. You can't run from him now so if he's going to hit you, you can't dodge.

"Would it be alright if I started calling you my boyfriend?" He's straightforward with it at least.

"Hm? Well yeah. Don't really have to ask." You draw your lip into your mouth to gnaw on it but you remember how Dave got upset and you let it go.

"Just wanted to make sure, Johnny boy."

You can hear the smirk in his damn voice. "Okay no. I'll stop with the Elizabeth. Never call me Johnny." You lightly hit his arm.

You cannot stand being called Johnny. That's probably how Dave feels about being called Elizabeth. You rest your elbow on the table and lean your face against the palm of your hand.

"Alright, alright. I get it." He laughs and you can't help but grin at the sound.

"Alright! Here are your drinks, your food will be out in a bit. In the meantime, how about I talk to you."

You tilt your head slightly.

"Your name must be Coca Cola, because you're so-da-licious."

You honestly want to laugh at that. God it's so obvious and cheesy. You lean towards Dave and whisper:

"Did she honestly just say that?" .

"Yes. Yes she did. I'm going to laugh holy shit." You bite back another laugh and lean your head against your hand again.

"I would ask how old you are, but I know you can't count that high."

You just know it's directed at you and you let out a breath.

"Okay look here. I don't know if you've found your soulmate or not. I really don't give a shit. But don't you dare try to pick up mine. And don't you dare insult me just because you think you fucking can." You felt possessive and you weren't really that insulted but you have put up with enough shit for the past two days and you didn't want to deal with anymore.

You were startled when you felt him kiss you, a small gasp leaving you.

"She's gone." He tells you and you nod slightly.

You lightly grab his face and kiss his nose before letting go and sitting back slightly.

"So how'd you sleep?" You ask softly.

"Fine. I'm more worried about how you slept." He tells you as he sets his hand on top of yours to start rubbing circles with his thumb again.

"Better when you were there." You say. He gives your hand a little squeeze.

You lean your forehead on his shoulder and let out a breath. This was comfortable. hopefully he didn't mind you not talking, your throat still hurt.

"Hello! I'm sorry about our other waitress. she's….. Yeah. Anyway, here's your food, tell me when you need anything else, and enjoy!" You lift your head slightly and sit up fully. You move your hand away from his because eating in general is usually easier with two hands instead of one.

"Dig in, dude." He hands you a fork and you set it down, Instead stealing a piece of bacon and starting to eat it.

You usually don't eat right after you've woken up because it makes you feel sick. Even though it's been a little bit since you've actually been awake, you're going to just eat a little slow to avoid the problem.

(=w=)

You lick your lips because they feel sticky and take your last drink of water. You stand up and follow him. He takes your hand and leads you outside. You wish you had your glasses so that you didn't feel like a slight bother. It takes you a moment to actually buckle up because you can't find the one thing for the clip thingy.

"So. How was your meal?"

"Dave, we ate the same thing." You tell him.

"Yeah I know but did you like it or not?"

"I mean yeah. And besides. I'm still here which means that there wasn't any peanuts."

"Wait. You're allergic to peanuts?"

"Hm? Yeah. My throat closes up and I can't breathe. My face gets all red and puffy and my tongue swells up." Well. He knows now. Better now than later where you would probably be in a hospital.

You stare at the rush of colors while he drives. They were pretty as they mixed and blurred. Like one of those paintings that;s just a smear of color. You reach over and grab his hand gently, turning it slightly so you can intertwine your fingers with his. He gives your hand a squeeze and the two of you ride in comfortable silence.

~End Chapter 9~