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The next thing I know, the alarm on my phone is going off. I poke Four and he opens his eyes sleepily. I set it again and we fall back asleep.
Instead of being woken by an alarm, I wake to someone shaking me. I sleepily open my eyes and my father is standing over me. He cocks an eyebrow and I shrug. Four sits up, sees my father, and blushes.
"Good to know you two are comfortable," my father comments drily. "I brought some pajamas and day clothes for you two, as well as your phone chargers and Four's phone. Not that he should be on it right now." He hands me the stuff and I plug our phones in. I hug my father and he leaves. I see my father brought two pairs of pajama pants and two pajama shirts, as well as sweatpants and tee shirts and sweatshirts for tomorrow.
"Do you need help changing?" I ask. Four reddens and nods slightly. He's still wearing boxers - fortunately - so all I need to do is get the pants on him. I help him into a sitting position so his legs are off the bed and slide the bottoms of the pants on. I pull them to where he can reach them and let him do the rest, red-faced. He's about as red as me.
I look down at the print and mentally curse my father's wicked sense of humor - he brought Four the unicorn-printed pajamas I gave him last year for his birthday. Four does too, and glares at me. I can't help but laugh.
"Where did your dad even get these?"
"I gave them to him for his birthday last year," I say, giggling.
Four shrugs. "At least they're better than only wearing boxers. You got a shirt? Please tell me it doesn't match."
I giggle again and hand him the matching shirt, which is neon orange. I help him get it over his head, still giggling.
"You mention a word about this to anyone, I will murder you," Four threatens, but he's smiling too much to be even half-serious. I smile evilly and send Zeke a picture on my phone. "You didn't."
"I did." With that, I grab my clothes and dart into the bathroom. I quickly shed myself of most of my clothes and use one of the washcloths they provide to wash the blood off myself. I dip my hair in the sink to get rid of the caked-in blood and quickly dry and comb it with the comb in here. I braid it quickly and slip into my pajamas. Four sits on the bed, wincing when he tries to move. "Pain meds wearing off?" I ask.
He nods. "Yeah. Think so."
"Do you want more?" I touch his shoulder gently.
"No. No, it's better just to push through," Four decides.
"Not even aspirin?" My fingers linger on the outline of one of his bandages.
Four shakes his head and holds out his arms. I wrap my arms around him and hold him as he comes apart, crying quietly into my shoulder.
"Do you want to talk about your nightmare?" I ask quietly, gently running my fingers through his hair. I feel him shake his head. "Do you want to explain why you just randomly broke down into tears?"
He laughs, a beautiful sound despite the fact that you can still hear the tears. "Just….everything." I nod and we sit quietly for a few more minutes.
"I'm sorry," I say suddenly.
"What?" Four sounds startled.
"I'm sorry. This is my fault. If I hadn't threatened Marcus -" I start.
"No," Four growls. His arms tighten around me. "This isn't your fault. Nothing that monster does is anyone's fault but his own. Trust me, okay? And, plus, he hadn't beaten me for the entire week."
"He was gone."
"True, but he beat me so much he was probably just looking for an outlet for his anger. And then he saw me, and thought, 'Oh, perfect! A nice little punching bag I call my son. I can just release my pent up psychopathiness on him.'" Four's face forms a wry smile, and I find myself smiling, too.
"F- That would not give a normal person a smile, you know," I say through giggles.
"Yeah, and it made you and I smile. So we must not be normal," Four argues.
"Let's just go back to bed, crazy," I say, resetting the alarm on my phone. I curl up with Four again. He wraps his arms around me and we both sigh contentedly at the same time. I nearly giggle, but just snuggle even closer and allow him to do the same.
We sleep through the alarm. I wake to daylight streaming through the small window and poke Four. His eyes pop open and his expression changes from the one a seventeen year old boy would wear to one someone who's been through a lot would wear. I tap his shoulder.
"It's nearly ten. Do you want to change those pants before anyone comes over?" I ask, smirking.
Four puts a proud look on his face and I smile. "These? These are beautiful! Plus, if anyone asks, I'll tell them they're your father's."
I shake my head and retreat into the bathroom to change. I brush my hair, too, and rebraid it before going to see if anyone was in the waiting room. The whole group is there, along with Booth, who I had texted earlier. Everyone peppers me with questions - except Booth, Uria and Zeke.
"Shut up!" I shout. "Get into a line." Everyone obeys and I look down the line. "Booth, Lynn and Will."
They follow me to Four's room and I linger outside the door with Will and Booth while Lynn talks to him. Once she finishes, Will goes in. He comes out quickly and I follow Booth in.