The song is "Lovesong" by the Cure.

"Whenever I'm alone with you

You make me feel like I am home again

Whenever I'm alone with you

You make me feel like I am whole again"
The alarm clock went off and Lucas sat up with a bolt, shutting it off and laying back down. She was still there, eyes cracked open slightly. His arm went around her waste and he kissed her.

"Why haven't we been caught?" She whispered into the pillow, he looked around, the door was still closed from last night and no one had come in to do the nightly checks.

"I don't know." he rubbed his eyes with the back of his right hand.

Lucas swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, he grabbed his disregarded pants and slipped them on. It was eight in the morning, they wouldn't call everyone to get up for thirty minutes. He found a shirt and pulled it on, brushing his hair back with his hands before entering the bathroom and brushing his teeth.

Adriana walked in sleepily, wearing her nightgown again.

"I'm gonna go back to my room." she yawned and he nodded, smiling.
"Sleep well?" Katrina asked, eyebrows raised.

"Yes."

"Did she?" Lucas smiled shyly at her question and nodded, "I thought so."

*~*~*~*~*

It had been two months in the institution, Lucas weighed 135. Katrina had said wanted him to at least, weigh 145 pounds. He figured only a few more weeks and they'd send him back to SeaQuest. But he didn't want to leave, in his heart, he didn't think he could.

It was a Monday morning that it happened, he was woken by Katrina a little after three o'clock. He didn't believe her, he just shook his head and closed his eyes. He told her she was lying to him, it couldn't be. There was no way it was true. But it was, and he knew it.

The people from the coroner's office came, they covered it.. the body.. the.. thing. with a sheet and brought it out. The shell.. Her shell. Lucas could smell the blood, taste it. The sheet was red, so red. His stomach turned and he threw up, at least he thought he threw up. He could still smell the blood in the other room.

There were men, a few of them. He was being pulled somewhere, into a room he had never seen. The walls were soft and they put a jacket on him, Katrina was there. She said they just didn't want him to hurt himself. That it would come off when he calmed down.

"I am calm! Why shouldn't I be calm?!" He told them.

Blood. He could see it, he could smell it still. As if it were all over him. Blood. Her blood. They gave him a shot, it burned and he sat down against the wall. He was tired, so tired. When did he sleep last? Nothing, there was nothing. No memory. He could feel water on his face. Was he crying? Were these tears?

He slept. Dreams came to him as he slumbered. Her, the hair. That raven hair, so soft. He could smell her skin and taste her lips. She was there, with him. Oh. She smelled so good. Like soap and rose water. But there was blood now, so much blood. She raised her arms to his face. The blood smeared on his cheeks. She was cold. Ice. She felt like ice. No, this is a dream. Wake up.

White room, no jacket. Arms can't move. No one in sight. Alone, he was alone. Then there was sound. Was he making sound? Yes, he was yelling. It was him! The sound, that wail. That was coming from his mouth. From his lungs. Someone came and gave him another shot. He felt sick, his mouth was dry and his lips were cracked. No more blood. Not anymore.