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Eli's POV

I sat in a hard plastic chair next to Adam's bed. His dark hair had been pressed back, his pale skin even paler in the bright white lights. His lips had faded from blue to purple to the lightest shade of pink. The hospital gown spared his arms. The scars looked terrible, the old ones could have looked better. The old scars were covered with new ones, imprints of barrettes pressed into his skin. They were new. A week old at the most, maybe two. He'd gone back. And I was so busy with the baby I didn't notice. I wanted to touch them, trace them with my fingertips, slide my fingers across the blueprints of his pain. I gently, gently, placed one finger on the most recent one, so lightly that it wouldn't hurt him. I traced my index finger over all of them, as if I could make them sink back into his skin and disappear. "They're not that interesting, you know." Adam said.

My eyes shot up. Adam was awake. His eyes were wide and alert, but he didn't seem surprised that he was here, or that I was with him. He looked away from me, down at his arm. "But I can kind of see how they'd be a little captivating. I catch myself staring at them sometimes." He whispered softly. I tried to talk to him, but the lump in my throat was too big. He was alive. He wasn't cold in my arms. He smiled a little when he saw my face. "Relax bro. I'm fine. My neck hurts like Hell, though." He said, his face suddenly twisting as he put his hand to his neck. The purple bruise there had only become more prominent in the fourteen hours he'd been out. "Don't you ever scare me like that again." I growled, giving him a quick hug. Adam grinned. "I'll live. Just the little melodrama I possess coming to the surface. I won't do anything stupid. How did I get here?" he asked. I told him the whole story, and he grimaced most of the time. His face changed then, into one of surprise. "Hey, I heard you had the baby." He whispered, smiling. It still hurt him to talk. "Yeah. You get to be a godfather again." I said, chuckling and showing him pictures on my phone. "She's gorgeous, man. What's her name?" I told him. His face paled suddenly. "Fiona's going to have a baby to." He said, but this time the whisper seemed darker.

"What do you mean? I thought you couldn't-" "I can't." he cut me off, his eyes suddenly cold and hateful. "But the guys she gets drunk with can." A cold fist closed around my heart, and my heart threatened to stop beating. I knew Fiona had a drinking problem. At parties she would drink twice as much champagne as anybody else. But for her to do this….To cheat on the one man that truly loved her…My heart pounded harder, shooting boiling blood deep through my veins. Why? "She's pregnant." He said, his voice diminished to a small child's. Tears bloomed in his eyes, but he held them back. "It's like…she's not mine anymore, you know? We were married, we loved each other, we were happy…"He trailed off. "Now it's all being burned away and I can't stop it." He glanced down at his arm when he mention burned. I decided not to yell at him for it. He was going through hell. In high school, whenever laughter and names followed him through the halls, I used to tell him the same thing-that it would be okay. How could I tell him that now, knowing it was a lie? I couldn't fix this for him, I couldn't help him. I heard quiet footsteps behind me. "Adam?" Fiona's voice whispered. Adam looked up at his wife. I had seen him look at her with love, and with pain. Now his eyes were in agony. "I just got back." Fiona said, her blue eyes flowing tears. Somehow I didn't feel pity. "I'm so sorry, Adam." She whispered, walking over to him. He tilted his head away from her as she walked to the opposite side of the bed. "I got some tests done in New York." She whispered, sobbing as she traced Adam's bruise with her finger.

"I'm not pregnant."

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