Pain assaulted his entire body. His stomach grumbled complaining of no food. Slowly, painfully slow, he opened his eyes. Soft rays of sunlight spilled through the window. He followed a single ray a gold light to Satrina's face. Her head rested on his firm, bare stomach. Next to her head lay their hands, fingers entwined. Alec realized that she had fallen asleep kneeling on the floor watching over him.

Even in sleep, worry still etched her face. Fighting the pain, Alec's free hand touched her pale forehead. His finger tips wondered her face, tracing and memorizing every feature.

Satrina's eyes fluttered open. For a split second, she didn't comprehend what she was seeing. And then it came to her. "Alec!" Her head shot up. "You're okay, you're awake!"

Alec pulled himself to a sitting position, legs still extended the length of the couch. "Yeah. How long was I out?"

Sitting next to him on the couch, her eyes never left his handsome face. "About twelve hours."

Alec rubbed his eyes, more out of habit than necessity. "That's the longest yet."

Anger flared in Satrina and she shoved Alec slightly. "How could you not tell me? You scared the hell out of me!" She stood and began pacing. "I thought you were going to die. I didn't know what to do! You were shaking the whole couch and ... you could have at least told me!"

Reaching out a hand, Alec snatched her wrist making her stop. "Satrina, I'm sorry," he spoke softly.

"You're sorry?" The tears began to flow down Satrina's cheeks. "I thought you were going to die and all you can say is sorry?"

With one yank on her wrist, Alec had her sitting on his lap. Strong arms wrapped around her forcing her to stay put. Cheek to cheek, he whispered to her the words of one of the few songs he remembered. "If I should die this very moment..." He felt her tense so he brought his mouth closer to her ear. "I wouldn't fear because I've never known completeness like being here, wrapped in the warmth of you..." Tears fell on Alec's shoulder as Satrina's arms tightened around him. "Loving every breath of you."

The silence that followed was only broken by Satrina's muffled sobs. Alec stroked her back comfortingly. He felt like kind of an ass.

"I really am sorry. I should have told you that I had seizures, but I rarely ever get them. When I do, they're amazingly strong."

She sniffled. "Why do you get them?"

"Well, as much as Manticore likes to think that they don't make any mistakes, they do. I'm not sure what it is, most likely some encoding in our DNA is off, but there are some X-5s who get seizures. For some reason, our bodies can't produce their own tryptophan. We have to get it from an outside source; the pills, milk. But the pills aren't always enough."

Pulling back to look at her, Alec remembered the flashbacks. "Satrina," his voice caught in is his throat. He quickly cleared his throat. "I have flashbacks when I have seizures."

Kinda short, sorry. The song Alec says was on Moulin Rouge.