OK, I think this is going to be the last chapter. As always, please R&R.
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Meyrin stepped into the infirmary, retracing Cagalli's steps. Athrun was panting and tossing more than was wise with his injuries. The bedsheets were twisted into a knot.
She didn't like seeing him like that. It was as if all the pain and torment his eyes held had become phyiscal. His skin was covered with a light sheen of sweat. His tee-shirt clung to it and his hair was soaked with it. She felt like crying just watching him. He was being put through this because of her, because he'd valued her life above his. It was all her fault.
Hesitantly, she placed her cool hand on his burning cheek. Her touch seemed to relax him. She smiled sadly. He probably thought she was someone else, he thought she was Cagalli. He loved the Orb princess, not her.
Sighing, she circled his cheek with her thumb. Would he ever see how much she loved him? Probably not, he saw her only as a friend, a little sister, someone to protect. Slowly, his eyes cracked open, squinting to focus on her face. He smiled when he saw her. He was delirious, she reminded herself, he probably didn't recognise her. Swallowing, she made to leave.
His hand darted out, grabbing her wrist. It pained her to feel how weak his grip was. In a soft voice he murmured: 'Stay with me for a little while, Meyrin. Please.' She smiled and nodded. If he needed her, she'd stay. Because she needed him too.