A/N: Hey everyone! It's the one-year anniversary of this remake and I've got great news! I have exciting plans for this story and will be updating more frequently! Lately, I've been so hyped about this story that I've been writing ahead, so I've actually written up to Chapter Fifteen and I'm still going strong. Anyway, here's Chapter Ten! Enjoy!

Chapter Ten

(Eric's POV)

I sit outside the bathroom door with my legs pulled up to my chest and my head resting in my arms. I can't get my mind off Amy. I can't believe I asked if I could wash her hair. Don't get me wrong, I really wanted to and I'd just as easily do it again, but now all I can think of is me touching her while she was in the bathtub. Great…just great. It's going to be a long time before I can get that image out of my head.

Amy exits the bathroom fully clothed, her hair damp. "You okay?" she asks me, seeing me sitting on the floor.

"Uh…yeah. I'm just fine." I tell her, standing to my feet. "I should clean out the cuts again and give you that penicillin shot. She nods and carefully walks over to sit on the edge of the bed. I grab the rubbing alcohol off the floor, along with some bandages and head over to her. I also grab the syringe and penicillin I used last night. I clean it off with the rubbing alcohol. I then raise her right sleeve and clean off a space on her arm. I fill the syringe with the penicillin once again and ease the needle into her arm. This part's easy. She doesn't even flinch. The next part won't be as easy, though.

Knowing what's coming, she raises her shirt up enough for me to access the cuts.

"This is going to sting…a lot." I warn her.

"It's alright." She tells me with a small smile.

I nod in response. "It might be easier if you lie down."

She complies and stretches out on the edge of the bed.

"Ready?" I ask her and she nods. I pour the alcohol quickly to get it over with. She let's out a small cry in response and squeezes her eyes shut. I gently place the bandages over them and secure them to her side. I glance up at her face. Her eyes are still shut tightly, but now there are tears running down her face. I bring my hand up and wipe a few of them away. I don't pull away. Instead, I find myself moving until I'm kneeling beside her, bringing my face close to hers. I lean forward and lightly press my lips against her cheek, kissing her softly.

I pull away then and see her eyes are still shut but not nearly as tight as they were before. A faint blush spreads across her face. Feeling a bit more confident because of this, I lean forward again. I let my eyes fall shut as I brush my lips against her face again…and again. I kiss her jaw…her cheek…her temple…her eyelid...her forehead. I nuzzle my nose into her face and allow my self to stay like that for a few moments before pulling away to find Amy watching me…and just like that, my confidence flies out the window and a huge blush spreads across my cheeks.

I quickly turn away and stand up. This island has officially turned me into a cheese ball…outstanding.

"Are you hungry?" I ask, my voice cracking. This is becoming more and more embarrassing.

Amy doesn't answer me, so I turn to sneak a peak at her. She's sitting up in bed staring into space a small smile playing on her lips. One hand is resting on her chest above her heart and the other is running along her cheek. Her entire face is bright red and I can't help but smile.

"Amy?" I say, causing her to jump a little and look over to me.

"Huh?" She asks.

"I asked if you were hungry." I tell her, now grinning like an idiot.

"Oh…uh…yeah, yeah. I'm hungry." She says reaching up and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear shyly.

"How does tomato soup sound?" I ask her.

"Tomato soup…yeah. That sounds good." She says, the last part coming out a little more high pitched. I can't help but chuckle a little at HER sudden shyness. Maybe being a cheese ball with her isn't just a bad thing after all even if I end up doing some incredibly embarrassing things. It will be worth it if it's with her.

I spend the next half hour cooking up the tomato soup. After we eat, Amy crashes again and is asleep in a matter of minutes. Her body's been trying to fight off an infection so I'm not surprised. However, what does surprise me a little is that she fell asleep on the couch with her head on my lap. I'm sitting as still as a statue. I have no idea what to do with my arms. Finally, I decide to settle my arm over her shoulder, making sure not to wake her in the process.

I have no idea what time it is, whether or not it's the middle of the night or sometime in the day. We haven't stepped foot outside since we got back from investigation the footprints, knowing dinosaurs would be around due to the blood outside our building. Hopefully, it rains soon and washes the blood away. We'd go crazy locked up inside this building twenty-four seven with no knowledge of the time of day. Maybe I'll sneak a peak later, but for now, I'm not moving.

I begin to trace my hand over Amy's arm. Her skin is so soft - much softer than mine. I trail my hand up her arm until it reached her straight blonde hair. I brush my fingers over it. Wow…every part of her is soft. I brush her hair away from her face, exposing the side of it to me. Her lips are slightly parted as she softly breathes slow long breaths.

Suddenly her breath begins to quicken. I can feel her pulse speed up with the fingers that are now trailing along her neck. Her eyebrows become furrowed and her body becomes tense.

And her skin goes pale.

"Amy?" I say, quietly.

She doesn't respond. Instead she begins to make small movements with her body. Now, I understand. She's dreaming…no…having a nightmare.

"Amy." I say a little louder, giving her a small shake.

And then she screams and bolts upright.

With the sudden movement she falls to the ground just as I'm reaching for her to try to quiet her down. Before I can reach her, she scrambles to the side of the bed. She brings her knees up to her chest and places her arms over herself protectively.

She's stopped yelling, but she's breathing quickly and heavily.

I'm by her side in an instant, kneeling down so that I'm in front of her. I place both of my hands on her legs.

"Amy?" I say quietly as if being any louder would cause her to freak out more than she already is.

Amy eyes are darting everywhere – not staying focused on any one thing. Whatever is happening with her, she hasn't snapped back from it yet.

"Amy?" I begin to rub my hands up and down her calve muscles.

Slowly, her eyes focus on mine. "Eric?"

"Yeah." I say breathily, still not louder than a whisper. "Yeah, it's me."

Her breathing begins to mellow out with each breath she takes. She closes her eyes and proceeds to take slow deep breaths to calm herself down. Keeping one hand on her leg, I reach out with the other and place it on her neck. Her pulse is still coming rapidly, but it has slowed down slightly from when I last felt it. I move my hand up a little and bring it to her face, causing her to open her eyes and look at me again.

"Are you alright?" I ask softly.

She looks away for a moment before looking back and slowly nodding.

Suddenly, the ground shakes and Amy is instantly tenses, her breathing quickening once more.

This time, I'm having a similar reaction. I know what's causing the ground to shake, and so does she. A dinosaur's nearby…a large one…and there's no doubt in my mind that it heard Amy scream.

I move so that I'm sitting beside Amy and I wrap my arms around her as we sit on the opposite side of the bed from the door – not that it's going to help much if the dinosaur figures out we're in here. I have no idea if these walls will hold against it if it decides to try to break them down to get to us.

She's crying silently now and trembling uncontrollably. She places her hand on her mouth to stifle her sobs. I pull her closer to me.

"Shhh. It's going to be okay." I whisper against her ear.

The ground shakes again and we hear the thud this time.

"We're going to survive this stupid island together, remember? You and me." I tell her.

"You and me." She whispers back.

Another thud; this one rattles the bowls the tomato soup was in earlier.

Amy is clutching onto my arm tightly now. I lean my forehead against the side of hers.

Another thud.

And another.

It's right outside.

For several minutes, we don't move. Each minute that ticks by feels like an hour. We sit there…waiting; the only sound coming from us is our breathing.

Finally, after what feels like ages, we hear a thud…then another. It's moving away. I let out a shaky breath.

"It's leaving." I whisper to Amy.

I move my forehead away from hers to look at her. Her eyes are shut tightly. I bring both my hands up and gently grasper her face. I use my thumbs to wipe away the remaining tears on her face. She opens her eyes and looks at me.

"I'm so sorry, Eric. I…I freaked out…I—

"No, don't be sorry." I tell her quickly. "We're okay."

"But I –

I silence her by kissing her face, much like I did earlier. I kiss her jaw, her cheek, her nose, her forehead, her temple…

"We're okay." I whisper against her skin.

I pull back and take in her face. She's looking at me, a blush on her face. I smile at her and lean my forehead against hers.

Yeah, being a cheese ball with Amy is not a bad thing at all.