[Normally I would wait longer to post another chapter but OMG I couldn't wait any longer without dying. So without further ado, I present to you; Kiss It Better.]

Dex's POV

I wake up to a throbbing pain in my ankle and my cheek, and the smell of... Fitz?

I was in a bed.

Fitz's bed.

It took a second for my ears and eyes to register what was happening.

Elwin was standing over me coaxing a putrid concoction down my throat.

There was someone crying in the corner, and the apparent sound if Keefe and Tam comforting the cryer.

My mother and Della were standing off to one side of the room whispering. I hadn't seen my mother or my father arrive. I figured they had arrived while I was unconscious.

My father, Sir Tiergan, And Fork Dude weren't in the room. Neither was Alden, but I wasn't complaining.

"Come on Dex, just take the potion." Elwin coaxed. I sat up and took the bottle of sludge out of his hand and downed the whole thing. Immediately the pain in my ankle and face subsided. Everybody noticed I was awake and fled to my bedside, but Keefe and Tam remained by the whimpering lump in the corner.

"Thanks. Um, what happened after I fell?"

"Tiergan took Alden into custody, he's going on trial for abuse. Now," Elwin said, changing the subject. "You can probably walk in an hour or two, but the bruise on your face might take a week or so to fade."

"Bruise?" I reached up to touch my face. It was numb. The lump in the corner whimpered again. And then I realized. my eyes widened. "Fitz!" I cried out. Everybody seemed to get what I was asking and left the room with the exception of Keefe, who was poking Fitz in the shoulder.

"Fitz. Fitz. Fitzpoo. Fitzphi- Sorry, Fedex, let's go! Your boyfriend wants you. Fitz, Fitz, FITZYPOO GET UP!" Fitz lifted his head off of his hands.

"What? Oh." His face was tear-streaked. Keefe got up, nodded at me, and left the room. "Hi," Fitz said, not getting up from the floor.

"Hey." I said softly, "What's wrong?" I asked. He stood up.

"Everything's wrong Dex! Don't you see? I've messed up everything." He ran his hands through his hair and came to stand by me.

"What?"

"If it weren't for me, my father wouldn't have hurt you like this! It's all my fault! This is what happens when I actually begin to love somebody!" He was crying again.

"Hey, Hey, Hey Hey, Calm down."

"Calm down Dex? How can you expect me to calm down? Your hurt. My father hurt you. I Basically hurt you. This is all m-"

"FITZ!" I hollered over him. "None of this is your fault. It is solely your father's fault." He perched on the edge of the bed.

"But without me, your father would have no need to hurt you."

"Your fathers a homophobe," I said, pulling him up farther into the bed, "He'd have reason to hurt me anyway, but it's worth it. You make it worth it." Fitz sniffled.

"Really?" He asked.

"Really." I finished. I wiped his eyes, he leaned closed into me.

"I just really wish I could make your pain go away."

"You can kiss my bruise better," I suggested. He leaned forward and kissed my cheek. I laughed. I turned so our lips were touching.

That night, I fell asleep in his arms.