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If you're wondering about the sleeping during dreams... it's to ease his mental exhaustion. When dreaming, your making your mind work a lot while your body relaxes... Obviously, with what's going on with Cry, he's completely exhausted mentally.

Finally out of that coma though, that's definitely something to be happy about.

Well, just typed this whole AN previously and just realized FanFiction went back to normal... that's good to know. Still made me facepalm though...

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[Chapter 10 - Mentally Exhausted]

"I think he's waking up! Russ, where did that doctor go?!" The voices were once again audible, but I couldn't see anything. I tried to move, but my body failed me.

I heard someone run out of the room and the bed move a little beneath me. I think Red sat down.

"Don't worry, Cry. You'll be out of here soon..."

The doctors had eventually gotten me to wake up. I'd been out for weeks, they didn't know how to help me because of my varied condition. It had been at random, and they couldn't understand why.

Every time Red came near me, I couldn't help but stay sort of quiet. It was even worse with Russ. Whenever he came near me I'd flinch and then go completely silent.

Just... seeing them face-to-face in real life... it's like when I saw them in my dreams... Then in my dreams...

"Cry, you're shaking... Why won't you tell us what's wrong?" I sat there, not knowing what to say.

Until my thoughts made themselves into words before I could stop them.

"Y-you're dead... I watched you die, I even-" I stopped myself from continuing any further. What am I saying? They can't know about that!

"Cry... what are you talking about?" They both gave me worried looks.

Shit, how do I talk myself out of this? I don't want to be sent to a mental hospital...

"I... Maybe it was just a dream..." I whispered this, not knowing if it was the right thing to say.

The room was left in silence, none of us knowing what to say next.

Red was the one to break that silence.

"Maybe the dream was caused by your coma? It's not real though, I know it may have seemed like it..." I let out a sigh of relief.

"Yeah..." I paused, wondering how to say this. "Can I be alone? I just want to relax..."

"Of course. We'll visit you tomorrow then." Red smiled and made her way to the door.

"Try and get better soon, your fans miss you."

Finally, they both left.

I feel so exhausted, but I'm scared to go back to sleep... I don't care what the doctors say, I can't.

'Cry, please don't do this again...' I almost jumped from the sudden voice in my head.

Mad...?

'Who did you think it was?'

How are you even...?

'You killed Russ right on time...' That's partially what I meant, but how is he talking to me now? 'Thanks.'

D-did you just thank me?

'Yeah... it's really that unbelievable?'

Well, it doesn't sound very believable...

'So, if I told you what actually happened that night... you wouldn't believe it either?'

Oh God, I don't know if I want to hear it...

A blush crept up on my face as I only imagined what that night could have been like. Dammit dirty mind...

'I... didn't need... to see those...'

Y-you saw those?

'Yeah...'

We went into an uncomfortable silence and my face heated up even more. God dammit! I didn't mean to make it awkward...

'Well, looks like this is awkward enough... guess it won't hurt to make it a little more...' Oh God... 'That night when you were sick... you asked if we could sleep together since you were cold. I didn't want you to get worse... so I obliged.'

Shit.

What?

Fuck!

'That's quite a reaction...'

I suddenly felt really stupid and embarrassed. How could I mix it up for that?!

'Don't blame yourself, how I worded it probably didn't help...'

It didn't help... at all.

Um... Mad... I was wondering... how are you able to talk to me right now?

Silence. That can't be good...

Mad...?

'You... won't like the answer.'

What is that supposed to mean?

'I... have the strength to now...'

Strength? How exactly did you get that?

Silence.

Mad? Mad, answer me!

'From you...'

How...? How did you...?

'I've been with you for long enough...'

What does that mean?

More silence. Why is he so reluctant to answer me?

Why won't you tell me...?

'Cry, maybe you should go to sleep and we'll talk about this. It'll definitely be easier...'

My turn for silence.

'Cry...?'

I don't think I can...

'You'll wake up... I promise.'

And why should I trust you?!

It was one of my usual outbursts that slipped out before I could stop it. It was exactly what I thought, but maybe I shouldn't have said it so harshly.

'I don't expect you to... Sorry.'

Mad, I... I'll try going to sleep...

The scenery was blank like how it started off last time.

Last time...

I began shaking at the thought of it, not noticing the arms that soon wrapped around me from behind.

"Cry, what's wrong? Are you cold again?"

"No..."

"Huh? Why are you shaking then?" Of course he wouldn't understand...

"You don't get it..."

"Well, I won't be able until you tell me what it is."

"I killed Russ! I killed my friend..." I felt my eyes start to tear. Great, I probably look even weaker than before to Mad now! "Let go of me!"

"Cry... calm down."

"I said let go!" He turned me around and grabbed me by both of my arms.

"I'm not going to let go." He sighed. "Look, I'm not exactly happy with what happened in the last dream either... but it'll be okay."

"Will they remember?"

"Cry... They always remember." That means... they'll all know I did it this time.

"I'm a murderer..."

"You had no choice, it's not your fault."

"I'm still a murderer!" That was it, I broke. I couldn't hold back the tears any longer.

Mad only showed me a sad smile... like the one he had shown me last time... He tried to comfort me, but I kept trying to push him away.

"Why... do you hate me so much, Cry?"

"You killed my friends!"

"Didn't you do the same?" I froze. He's right, but... I did it to live... He does it on purpose.

"You had no reason to."

"Actually... I did." His grip on my arms tightened. "I did it to protect you, but... I lost control over the dream last time... and now you're traumatized... I'm sorry. I couldn't help you..." He looked at me with sadness in his eyes.

"I... don't get it."

"What else do you want me to say...?"

"How are you helping me? I don't get it at all!" I began to shake again and the tears returned.

"Cry, you need to calm down. Your dream self still hasn't fully recovered from all of thi-"

"I can't calm down! I... can't..." Everything began to get blurry and I lost balance. I had to lean against Mad in order to stand.

"Shhh... It's okay." He slowly sat down while holding me. "If I told you, then would you calm down?"

I decided against trying to break free of his grasp and simply nodded.

"You're really trying to get me to 'fess up to everything today, aren't you?" He looked away from me, towards the nothingness. "I kill them to protect you... from them. All the people in the world nowadays... you can trust no one. I don't want you to get hurt; I don't want them to use you... I thought if I showed you what people are truly like, you'd learn, but I guess all I did was take part in your traumatizing..."

He... what? All of that because...

"Now that you know... do you still hate me?"

"I... don't know..." He sighed.

"I should have expected that. Do you need to rest? You look exhausted and I know it's probably been a long day... I know you said that when you sleep in dreams is really the only time you do rest though... mentally anyway." Oh God, he still heard some of my thoughts then? Does that mean he knows about...? "Yes, I heard some of you freaking out about me dying... at least that means you don't completely hate me."

"I... guess I don't..." Feeling awkward falling asleep in his arms, but too exhausted to care that much, I was eventually able to.