Happy Thanksgiving to all my fellow Canadians! I tried to post yesterday, I swear, but between the Turkey and like 5 different types of wine, I fell asleep in my reading chair, laptop on lap mid-proof reading. Only a little bit of drool though, we're good. And I'm sorry, I had a bit of a blond moment last chapter when I asked if other countries celebrated Thanksgiving. I forgot about the whole pilgrim thing for a minute. Thank-you for letting me down gently ;)

This chapter is un-beta'd

. . . Bella . . .

I woke up feeling extremely groggy, and though my throat hurt from being so dry, it felt like forever before I could finally move to do something about it. I was stuck in my bed for a long time, drifting in and out of consciousness while I tried to work towards getting up to go to my bathroom. I was both shocked and pleased when I made it there without collapsing. I drank straight from the tap before the urgency faded enough for propriety and I filled my glass. Again and again. Then I washed my face, brushed my teeth, used the washroom, and washed my face again. I tried to keep moving, to get my blood flowing, to wake up enough to take a fucking shower safely. I let the water run cold first, and that finally yanked me into the land of the living. By the time I finished with everything and walked into my room, I was exhausted. I still attempted to make myself decent, slipping into a pair of torn, grey jeans, and this really cute dark blue shirt that I had. The collar went halfway up my neck, and it was sleeveless and form fitting. I couldn't stand long enough to blow dry my hair, and put it in a half-assed braid when I gave up and dropped back into my bed. I'd fallen asleep on top of it with a throw, so at least it was already made.

God, I didn't want to go back to sleep. But I really fucking wanted to sleep. I grasped blindly on my nightstand for my phone and pulled it over, squinting at the screen in front of me as I propped my chin up on my mattress. It was just after three. Shit, Edward said he'd come over after school. I can't believe that bitch made me pass out.

I frowned in confusion, feeling like I was missing something. I had a vague recollection of talking to Charlie, but for the life of me I couldn't remember what we spoke about. Just that it had something to do with Tanya. And…Edward.

Edward.

Shit, he did come over. And I freaked out again. And then I was in the bathroom, and he came in…

My eyes welled with tears as I realized I'd been asleep for almost an entire day. Well, minus however long it took me to get out of bed and have a shower. Fuck.

How many times had I done this to him now? I was too messed up to even know. I had no idea why he came back for more. Except…I'm pretty sure he told me, but I can't remember. I just remember that he keeps telling me I have nothing to be sorry for and that he wants to be with me.

I can't bring myself to believe it will last, as much as he says he likes me. And I wish I could at least be awake to enjoy it while it does.

I had touched him, though, after the meds kicked in.

Shit, I'd fucking straddled him.

My entire body went ridged as I remembered more.

I spoke to him. He'd heard me, we talked. My head snapped up, and I looked around quickly to see if he'd left me a note or something, because I didn't have any texts.

My book was lying next to me on my bed, and even though there was nothing marked I knew he would have left me something. He probably just didn't want Charlie reading it. Sure enough, I found a new addition.

You never answered me before, when I asked if it was weird that I still enjoy hanging out with you, even while you sleep. I've realized that just being near you makes me calmer. It's addictive.

And after you held onto me, it was near-impossible to let go of you. Bella, I need you to believe me when I say that it's okay. I get it, you just don't have control over your own body sometimes. If you can't touch me, it's okay. We'll work up to it. We will find some way. I know it won't be easy but I'm not going to give up on you. You can't give up either. Whether we need to start with medication or not, we'll figure it out. Together. You're not alone any more.

You make awesome chili. Yes, I ate a bowl of your spaghetti sauce, and I won't apologize. The Chief did it too. I'm just sorry that we ate without you, but we didn't think you'd want it to go to waste. And it smelled really good.

Can you text me when you wake up? I'm going to go home after school so my parents stop bugging me, but I can come by after dinner if you want? Just let me know. I hope you have a good sleep, and I'll talk to you again soon.

I need to. Your voice is the most beautiful sound I've ever heard, and I have to hear it again.

I wiped at my face, sniffling as I picked up my phone again. His school had just let out, and I sent him a message.

Hey, how was your day at school today?-B

I started to drift off as I waited for my reply, which came about fifteen minutes later.

It was…interesting. Tanya was suspended, but I think she's a little relieved. I don't think I got to tell you about Rose's awesome right hook yesterday. How are you feeling?-E

Right hook? What are you talking about? And I'm okay, I just found your note. I slept most of the day.-B

Rose kind of broke Tanya's nose when you passed out yesterday.-E

What the hell?

What? Why?-B

I think she likes you.-E

Oh. Well…that was sweet, I guess. And kind of awesome. It felt nice to add a third person to my 'Non-Asshole Kids at Forks High' list.

Well, that was very nice of her then. I think.-B

Lol, from Rose, that's the equivalent of a hug.-E

And now that I was thinking about it, I think that's what Charlie had been talking to me about this morning. Something about Tanya pressing charges on Rosalie and wanting me to press charges on Tanya. We'd made a compromise because I really hadn't wanted to deal with the whole process.

And he'd told me that I wasn't allowed to go to the school by myself anymore, not even if it was to meet Edward. My eyes watered in frustration.

Would you still like to come over later?-B

Sure, I can head over after dinner if that's cool?-E

Sounds good. I'll see you then.-B

I lay in my bed for a while, wishing for the spinning to subside a bit. I knew Charlie was at work; I'd t told him he didn't need to call in sick every time this happened. All I did was sleep. So I had the quiet house to myself. I decided to bake some chocolate chip cookies, trying to stir up some sort of appetite, but it didn't work. Still, after I cleaned up I started taking stuff out to make a smoothie, listening to some One Republic and dancing around my kitchen. I took one of my pills, remembering that I'd missed both doses today, and was just running back to the kitchen when the doorbell rang.

He was early. I went to the door, and froze for a moment when I looked through the peephole.

Huh.

I opened the door, giving Rosalie a curious look.

"Um, hey."

Unsure of what to do, I just lifted my hand in a small half-wave.

"I just wanted to make sure you were like, okay. After yesterday."

I gave her a tentative smile, and nodded her inside. After closing the door I grabbed my book and a pen.

I'm fine, but thanks for asking. How's your hand?

She smirked. "You heard about that, huh?"

Yeah, Edward sang your praises. Thanks for that.

She shrugged. "She kind of needed it to be honest."

I couldn't agree more.

We stood there awkwardly for a moment, and I took in her appearance. Her hair was a little messed up, like she'd been out in the rain, her bottom lip looked swollen, and her eyes were a little puffy. When all you can really do is watch, you notice the little things more easily. Something had happened, it kind of looked like someone had hit her, and she'd ended up on my door step. I didn't quite buy the whole 'coming to check in on me' story completely.

I don't think she had anywhere else to go.

Would you like to come in for a bit?

She deliberated for a long minute, carefully, probably weighing her options. But she didn't intimidate me as she watched me with her scrutinizing gaze. I knew for a fact that I also had a pretty mean right hook, even if I couldn't really use it. If she tried anything I'd probably pass out before she could hurt me, so what was the point in being afraid?

"Um, sure. Thanks." She took off her shoes, and followed me inside to the kitchen. "Where's the Chief?"

He works late. I was making a smoothie, would you like one?

"Sure."

She was still on edge, but I was like, always on edge. So I didn't fault her for it. I was worried that she might not have eaten, though. I finished throwing stuff into my blender, pulverized the shit out of it, then poured two glasses. I slid hers toward her carefully, but she waited until I'd retracted my hand before taking it, to my relief. I saw her eying the cookies, and washed my hands before plating them on two plates and sitting one down by her. I nodded for her to help herself, and she took one with a small smile.

"You know, you're a lot more normal than people make you out to be," she mused, and I snorted.

Well, I prefer to wait until the moon comes out before I start dancing around naked outside.

She laughed, making me smile, and I finished tidying up the kitchen. Once I was done I grabbed my drink and one of the plates of cookies, and nodded for her to follow. She did so quietly. When I sat down on my bed, she sat in my computer chair.

"So, are you enjoying Forks so far?"

I shrugged. I guess, I don't really get out too much. Edward and Charlie were the highlights of this town, so I considered my home nice, not necessarily Forks in general.

"Have you like, always been like this?"

I shifted uneasily. No.

She nodded.

What about you?

"What about me?" She asked in confusion.

Do you enjoy Forks? I watched her face curiously, and didn't even need her verbal answer.

"No, but I'm stuck here for the moment."

What happened?

She tensed. "What do you mean?"

Someone hit you.

Her face blanched, and she got up. I jumped to my feet, jumping in front of my door and stopping her against my instincts, and wrote quickly.

Sorry, you don't have to tell me anything. But if you feel like talking, I'm pretty good at keeping my mouth shut.

I gave her a small smile when I turned my book around for her to read. She read it, then looked at me with wide eyes before she started laughing.

"I can't believe you just wrote that."

I shrugged, and sat back down on my bed. She watched me for a long minute before cautiously sitting on my bed with me. She took another cookie.

"My mom's new boyfriend is an asshole."

I hope he got better than he gave.

"Oh, he did. Which is why I'm kind of locked out of my house." I nodded sympathetically. "Please don't tell anyone," she said quietly.

I won't, don't worry about it.

She nodded thankfully, grinning when I started scratching out my previous line. No evidence.

"You're not going to like, tell the Chief, are you?"

Not unless you ask me to.

She nodded again.

"Can I ask you a potentially sensitive question?"

You can try.

"Why'd you collapse? At school yesterday?"

I shrugged. I don't deal well with people getting in my personal space.

She nodded. "That must suck."

Yeah.

"And you and Edward are like, actually dating?" She asked in confusion. I scowled.

If you're here trying to get details on the town's local freak-show, I regret to inform you that you're going to leave empty handed.

She held up her hands in surrender. "Wasn't my intention, sorry. I'm not really into the whole gossip scene."

I sighed. Sorry, I get a little defensive sometimes. But yes, we are dating.

"How's that working out for you?"

Aside from one certain desperate ex, really well. He's amazing. Do you two know each other well?

"Everyone in this town knows everyone well. I've known him since kindergarten, but we've never been close." She grabbed another cookie, cringing when her stomach growled loudly.

Would you like a sandwich or something? I don't mind.

I could tell she wanted to say yes. She looked like she was starving but she seemed apprehensive.

Do you like chicken? She nodded, looking embarrassed. Cool. I'll just be a minute. Feel free to snoop through my shit if you want.

She grinned, nodded, and I got up to go to the kitchen. I got up a little too quickly, stumbling slightly, but I caught myself. Rosalie jumped to her feet worriedly, but I just waved her off. It only took me two minutes to make her sandwich; chicken, lettuce and tomato, and I dragged my feet back to my room, bringing a bag of chips too. She inhaled her sandwich while I browsed through Netflix, and she bounced excitedly when she saw Pitch Perfect on it, asking me if I'd seen it before. I shook my head, and was easily persuaded to watch it.

So, Rosalie Hale hung out with me and watched a movie. She was incredibly easy to hang out with.

The movie had a very sarcastic sense of humor, so I fell in love with it pretty quickly, even though it was about singing. I paused when we heard a loud rumble growing closer until it sounded like it was in my back yard, then stopped.

I grinned, getting up and walking over to my window before opening it. Edward strutted over from a big black and red ATV.

"Hey, gorgeous," he said with a grin. "Back up, give me some room." I rolled my eyes, backing up as he pulled himself in through my window. "Ah, now I can say that I snuck in through your window at least once."

I rolled my eyes, grabbing my book, and ignoring his dubious look seeing Rosalie on my bed as I wrote.

You didn't sneak at all, everyone on my street heard you.

He laughed, but his eyes were drawn back to my company. "Hey, Rose. What's up?"

She shrugged.

She came by to check on me, after yesterday. We were just watching a movie.

He nodded, and though he was trying not to show it I knew he was upset. I just didn't know why. I looked between the two of them curiously.

Will you watch it with us? I wrote, looking up at him hopefully and batting my lashes, and I saw him melt.

"Sure, what are you watching?"

"Pitch Perfect," Rose said happily, watching him curiously. I saw him grimace slightly.

I baked cookies.

His face lit up as he looked around then spotted the plate, and I laughed. He took off his shoes and left to go put them by the door. Rose was watching me curiously.

"Is it hard? Not being able to talk?"

I watched her for a moment before nodding, and her face fell.

"Does this movie bother you? Did you use to sing or anything like that? What sort of stuff did you like doing before?"

I pursed my lips, but smiled at Edward when he came back in. He slid up to sit down next to me, and I un-paused the movie before writing.

It doesn't bother me, but yeah. I did. I also did a lot of dancing, gymnastics, that sort of stuff.

Her face lit up. "Shit, really? What sort of styles?"

A bit of everything.

"What was your favourite?"

Salsa and hip hop.

"Cool, I've always wanted to try salsa dancing. Were you any good?"

I pointed up to a plaque on my wall. Third place in my age group.

"Woah. I love dancing, but there aren't any studios around here. I did Ballet in Port Angeles for a summer one year. Have you ever tried ballet?" I nodded. "I haven't done any lessons in anything else, but I try some stuff with YouTube at home."

"Rose is captain of the Cheer squad," Edward informed me with a smirk. She glared at him. He just shrugged, inhaling another cookie.

Ignore him, he laughed at me when I told him that I was co-captain of my squad at my last school.

"Really?" She asked excitedly, and I nodded. "Were you guys any good?"

We were very good.

"What happened to your squad?"

I shrugged. No idea, we don't talk anymore.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

I shrugged again. I didn't miss them, and it was obvious that they didn't miss me at all. I was curious about how they were coping without my choreography, but that was the most thought I ever spared them these days.

"Maybe sometime you could show me some of your moves?"

I nodded hesitantly. To do that, we'd have to hang out again, and I wasn't going to try to solidify any plans. I didn't know her well enough to tell if she was merely trying to be nice. If she came back I wouldn't be disappointed, though.

How was dinner? I asked Edward curiously. I wrote on the same page I'd been talking to Rose on, letting him read what we'd been talking about again. I didn't want him to think I was ignoring him, because I definitely wasn't. It was hard to think of anything besides him when he was in the same room as me. My eyes were constantly drawn to his deep green ones, but it was nice talking to someone new like this.

"It was good, my mom made pot roast. She wants you to come over again soon."

I smiled happily at him, and he gave me a grin. He shifted a little closer to me, and though I tensed, it was barely, and I was relieved that he didn't move away again. I gave him another smile, and he smirked before looking back to the screen.

Then he swiped the bag of chips, making Rose scowl as he crunched on them loudly.

It was an awesome movie, even Edward was laughing at some of the parts, and I was definitely going to try some of those moves when I was alone. When it finished, Rose said she was going to get going, and I got her to wait for a minute while I filled a Ziploc bag with cookies for her, and wrote a note. I wrote my phone number at the top.

If you can't get back in, or if you ever need a place to lie low for a bit, you can come by. I'm usually home.

She read it, and gave me a hopeful smile.

"Thanks…that means a lot," she said quietly. "I'd like it if we could hang out again, you're pretty cool."

I grinned, and rolled my eyes before nodding. She left with a wave, taking her cookies, and I locked the door again before going back to my room. Edward's smile was much brighter, and I went and joined him on my bed.

I got as close as I could, but it wasn't nearly close enough. I tried not to cry when I hit the wall.

"How are you feeling?" He asked quietly, lying down. I mirrored him, trying to get closer, but I couldn't. I typed on my phone, not wanting to sit up to write.

I'm still tired, but I'm okay. I'm sorry about sleeping like, all of yesterday.

"Please don't apologize for things like that. It's not your fault," he said gently. I closed my eyes, partly in relief and partly in anxiety when he shifted closer to me. I tried to stay calm, because I wanted the closeness desperately, but I really didn't want to take one of those pills again. It was so much easier to let him take the space than doing it myself, though. I opened my eyes to find him watching me closely.

"What does it feel like?" He asked quietly. It was the weirdest thing to explain, but I tried by best, telling him what I told Irina.

It's like pushing against a glass wall, or maybe like a wall is pushing against me, but it's from every side. My lungs don't work like they should, like they're stuck.

"I'm sorry, that I put you through that," he said quietly.

You don't. It's not you, I assured him.

"I worry about pushing you too far," he admitted, watching me.

I like that you push me, I just hate that you end up having to watch me fall because of it.

"Would this be considered a moot point?"

Possibly.

"You'd tell me to stop if I went too far though, right?"

I nodded. I rarely have to with you.

He sighed. "I might be changing that," he said regretfully, and I looked up at him in confusion. "I want to work on it with you, if you're up for it."

I nodded, because if he was willing to help me, I wanted to. I needed to.

I miss you, I mouthed in explanation, my eyes watering.

"I know gorgeous," he said quietly, shifting even closer, and my breath caught painfully. "Now, I'm going to give you something I picked up today, and I really need you to not like…punch me in the face. Please."

I grinned, watching him curiously. This was going to be good. He got up, and grabbed his back pack before lying next to me again. He sighed, and then placed a plastic Angry Bird in between us. It was the red one. I picked it up curiously, giving it a squeeze, and it squeaked loudly.

I looked at him in shock.

You bought me a chew toy? Is this supposed to be some clever way of calling me a bitch? I teased, partially serious.

"It doesn't mean anything!" He said with a groan, hiding his face in one of my pillows. "I thought it might help, kind of like a safe word or something."

Well, the thought was sweet. At least he didn't get a plastic pork chop or something like that. After another moment he looked up at me warily, and sighed in relief. He moved back on his side, shifting closer until I tensed.

"So, that will be no, or stop. Just squeeze. You don't have to touch me or make a sound," he said carefully. I nodded in agreement.

"It seems easier for you when I move towards you, instead of the opposite way around." I nodded, he was right. "Your medication seems to make it easier too," he noted, and I tensed. I hated those pills. "I know you hate them. We can try without them first." I nodded. "You sure? You know…you might have to take them anyways."

My eyes watered, and I nodded again.

"Okay," he said, and his face turned from unease to determination after a moment in thought. "Close your eyes."

I did. The wait was always the worst part, but he didn't put me through that. It was only a few seconds before I felt his hand on my back, and I sucked in a sharp breath as I tensed. I didn't mean to squeeze the fucking bird, but my hands had clenched.

His hand disappeared instantly, and I rolled onto my stomach, hiding my frustration in my pillow. When I was more or less calm, I grabbed my phone.

I didn't mean to squeeze it, my hands just clenched. Sorry.

"No, that's fine," he said in relief. "Troubleshooting. How about two squeezes for stop?"

I nodded, giving it a test, and he smiled.

"Great, want to try again?" After a long moment I nodded, and closed my eyes. I felt him shuffle closer, and then his hand was on my back again.

He had big hands.

He moved up my back, then down again, and I shuddered as I tensed. My bird squeaked, but he only paused before he kept going.

"I love this shirt on you," he whispered, and I felt myself grin. I started to relax as his hand moved soothingly up and down the length of my spine. Then the pressure increased, and I squeaked again as he pulled me flush against him. I felt his nose brush against mine, and opened my eyes.

And he was watching me with the most loving, proud smile. I smiled back happily. No meds. And he was holding me. I hesitantly brought my hands up, resting them on his chest.

"I'm going to shift, okay?" I nodded warily before he brought up the arm he was lying on, and I flinched away. He folded it under his head though, and I let out a deep breath, closing my eyes and trying to calm down again.

But then his hand was on my back, and he pulled me against him again, this time more quickly. The bird squeaked loudly, and I was struggling to breathe against my cement-coated lungs. Edward was still, but didn't drop his hold. He just held me and waited me out. I'm not sure how long it took, and for quite a while I wasn't quite sure which side of the fence I was going to land on. Eventually I started to relax, though, and as my breathing calmed Edward's hand started moving up and down my back again. My hands were still shaking as I brought them up to his chest again. Actually, I think most of me was shaking, but it was more from exhaustion. I leaned into him a little, and my forehead met his as I rested my head on his arm like a pillow.

This time, when I opened my eyes, Edward's were closed. He looked so peaceful, a small smile curling one corner of his mouth. I grinned, carefully bringing one hand up, and gently brushed back some of his chaotic hair. I loved that he never put any product in it, it was really soft. He hummed, and after a minute his eyes opened as I toyed with the hair on the back of his neck with the tips of my fingers. His smile grew, and then mine did too.

We watched each other quietly, and I just bathed in the closeness, the intimacy. I felt almost drunk off it. I knew exactly what he wanted to do, I saw it in his eyes the second it went through his mind and I didn't want to stop him. I closed my eyes as he leaned in, and then his lips were on mine. They were tentative and warm, and when I leaned into him, his hold tightened on me.

His lips pulled back from mine slightly a minute later, and when I met his eyes he had the biggest smile on his face.

"God, I've waited so fucking long to do that," he said with a slight chuckle, and I grinned, leaning up and kissing him again.

He wasn't the only one. I kissed the corner of his mouth, and then his jaw before my lips brushed against his ear.

"So have I."

Edward sighed, and my arm wrapped around his shoulders as I rested my cheek against his.

"You have such a beautiful voice," he said quietly.

"It sounds different than it used to," I noted. "I didn't think anyone one would be able to hear it."

"I hear you."

"The first time I heard myself, I wanted to do this. Try talking to you." My hold on him tightened. "I don't want to lose this again."

"You won't," he swore. "I won't let you, I promise."

"You're too good to be true," I admitted. He chuckled.

"That's funny, I find myself thinking the same thing about you quite often."

"I'm not perfect, not even close."

"You're perfect for me," he said, his hand moving up my back again. I sighed.

"That feels really good." I could feel his cheek move with his smile.

"You feel really good," he said quietly, making me smile.

"Smooth."

He laughed.

"So, what do you think of Rose?" He asked curiously.

"She seems fine. I don't really know her." I combed my fingers through the back of his hair again. "Do you not like her or something? You didn't seem very pleased to see her here."

He tensed a little. "No, Rose is pretty cool. I don't have a problem with her."

I frowned. What was he evading? "Then what was wrong? Did something like…happen between you two?"

"No," he said quickly. "I was just surprised, that's all."

I hummed, not believing him but also not knowing how far I wanted to push. He groaned.

"You're going to think I'm an asshole."

"Doubtful."

It was a minute before he spoke. "I don't like sharing you."

I grinned. "You don't have to. I'm not sure if you've noticed, but besides being my boyfriend, you're also my best friend."

He was quiet for a minute, but his hold on me had tightened.

"I know I should probably say that Emmett is my best friend, but I talk to you so much more."

"I feel greedy, hogging you from him, and all of your other friends. You know I have no problem with you hanging out with them instead of me, right?"

"I know, I just don't really want to."

"I'm afraid that I might get annoying."

He snorted. "Doubtful. You make other people annoy the hell out of me."

I laughed. "So you don't miss your Friday night fires?" He tensed, and his voice came out a little sharp.

"No."

I pulled away, not knowing what I'd said to piss him off but hating it. I mouthed a quick apology, hating that my eyes watered, and he looked panicked for a second.

"No, shit. I'm sorry, that wasn't directed at you," he said quickly, pulling me back. "I swear. It's just…the group I'd do that with, I want to beat the shit out of most of them. I don't miss it; I can't even see myself enjoying it again."

Who? I mouthed, and he looked at me pleadingly, still trying to bring me closer. But I was too tense now, and had to close my eyes against the weight on my chest as I tried to breathe through it. Edward started rubbing my back soothingly, then my shoulder, but then his hand went over my arm, and it was so large that I knew it would easily wrap all the way around.

I sucked in a sharp breath at the thought, and then it trapped me. I couldn't breathe, and his hand tightened in response. Maybe it was only in surprise, but it didn't matter, and I started squeezing the shit out of that plastic bird. His hold was gone instantly, and I had my space bubble once more, but I couldn't breathe. I gasped painfully for air, and heard Edward's alarm start going off. Realizing that he had to leave me made my heart sprint into double-time, and my hands clutched at my throat and chest against the painful burn. I just curled into myself when I felt him get off my bed.

He came back a minute later, though, and I looked up at him through my tears.

He set down a bottle of water between us, and had my little bottle of magic pills. He opened it, and sat one down in front of me as well, his eyes pleading.

I reached out with a trembling hand, and took it. It wasn't easy to swallow down the water, but I did.

"I'm not going anywhere until you're okay. Don't worry," he assured me. He made me feel like a child sometimes, but he also made me feel loved. He mirrored me, lying on his side and watching me, trying to hide the pain in his eyes as I struggled to keep breathing. The numb started to set in eventually, and my body began to relax.

I'm sorry.

"No, it's okay. It's normal. You have triggers. We'll work with it," he assured me.

My head was starting to cloud, and I picked up my phone.

I don't want you to get in trouble with your parents.

"I won't, I texted my mom that I'd be a bit late, that we were working on something. And it only takes me about five minutes on my four-wheeler." He grinned. "Have you ever been on one?" I shook my head. "When you get more comfortable, I'll show you how to drive it." I smiled, but it was getting harder to keep my eyes open.

"It's okay gorgeous, just close your eyes," he said softly. I couldn't have argued with him if I wanted to. "I'll talk to you in the morning." I pried my eyes open again, and set an alarm on my phone so I wouldn't miss any more doses of my new meds. He gave me a reassuring smile, telling me to sleep again, and my body obeyed him almost instantly.

AN: So, you got to see a bit more of Rose! What did you think? And they shared their first real kiss!

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