"What do you mean you haven't eaten?" Eric demanded as he settled Pam down for the evening in one of his rental properties that was blessedly empty.
"I haven't been able to keep anything down," Pam replied evenly, ignoring the way Eric's fists clenched at her statement, "besides, I didn't wake up for two nights," she added.
"I know," Eric said shortly, moving from the bed to organise the window shutters, not wanting to be reminded of the longest two days of his existence.
He sighed as he returned to the bed. Sitting down on the edge he bit into his wrist and offered it to Pam, who recoiled. "Don't be stupid, Eric, you're still healing," she protested.
"I have already almost recovered; you on the other hand have not, presumably because you have not eaten." He thrust his wrist at her again, "Now drink, woman," he ordered.
With one last defiant glare, Pam did as she was told. Eric relaxed as it seemed she would be able to keep it down this time. "That's better," he commented once she had finished.
She narrowed her eyes at him as she lay back down on the bed. He chuckled, "Hopefully this will enable you to recover," he commented before shaking his head as he lay down next to her. "You stupid girl," he told her, wrapping his arms around her, "why did you come for me?"
"How could I let you die?" she countered.
He kissed the top of her head, "Touché," he replied.
"I'm glad you're safe," Pam said in a small voice after a moment.
Eric tightened his hold on her and kissed her temple, "I'm glad you're mine," he told her.
She smiled and snuggled deeper into his embrace before slipping into blessed oblivion. Eric soon followed.
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A/N: Perhaps an odd place to end, but it just seemed to stop there for me. Hope you enjoyed it! :)