- Ah... No...
At Goren's violent cries, Eames woke up with a start, his heart frozen with fright.
My God...
Those screams...
She'd never heard worse.
So much so that it made her blood run cold.
Goren needed her.
It was the only thing Eames could think of at that precise moment.
Without a moment's hesitation, she tossed aside the blanket and sheet, jumped out of bed and rushed towards the room where Goren was sleeping.
Arriving at the bedroom door, Eames didn't bother to knock, and opened the door, stepping inside, only to stop short at the sight of Goren sitting on the bed, his head in his hands, his body trembling, sweating profusely.
My God...
What had happened.
What had put Goren in such a state.
Eames didn't waste a second thinking, and rushed towards Goren.
At the small, hurried steps towards him, Goren moved his hands away from his face, lifting it in the direction of the footsteps, to see an Eames who had just arrived at his side, sitting on the edge of the bed, turning her face towards him, and gently placing her small hand on his.
At this gesture, Goren felt his heart melt.
Alexa was there.
She had come to support him.
Good God...
How patient she was, how kind to him.
Could he ever repay her for what she'd done for him.
But the vision of his nightmare appeared before his eyes, and in horror his face contracted, and his body began to tremble again.
Shocked and frightened, he threw himself into Eames' arms, who opened them to him, having understood what he was about to do.
Goren buried his face against her small chest, clinging to her.
- If you only knew...
At the distress of Goren's words, Eames felt her heart clench.
She wrapped her arms around his back, cradling him gently against her.
Right now, Eames was holding a fragile man in her arms.
If you could really call him a man.
For he no longer looked at all like the man she knew.
In front of her was a child.
Who more are, terrified.
So with gentleness, she brought her hand to his half-ashen, half-beige curls, caressed them.
- I'm here now.
At her softly spoken words, he lifted his head and met two large hazel eyes, where worry and gentleness mingled.
- Promise you won't leave me alone.
Leave him alone.
And for what reason.
Eames would never do such a thing.
In addition, Goren needed her.
So he'd stay with her until his memory came back.
And above all, until he was the man he used to be.
The man she knew so well.
- Why do you want to...
- Stay with me tonight.
I'm sorry.
Eames must have misheard, misunderstood.
Goren would never have dared ask her such a thing.
To stay with him tonight...
No but oh.
Goren was wrong to ask such a thing.
She was kind, but not naive, and not stupid.
There were limits Goren shouldn't cross.
And yet...
Given the distress Goren was in, Eames didn't feel brave enough to say no to him.
So she would stay with him.
But with all due respect.
And if he tried anything...
He'd wish he were no longer in a coma.
- Fine... I'll stay.
Was it true.
Was Alexa going to stay with him all night.
Could she really soothe him.
Especially after what he'd dreamed.
Thinking about it, his whole nightmare resurfaced, and in terror, he buried his head against Eames's small chest, hiding.
God...
Goren needed to tell Alexa what he'd seen.
It was so awful.
And nauseating.
But could he.
Strangely enough...
Goren already knew the answer to his question.
Yes...
He could.
His heart told him that Alexa was someone he could trust.
And above all, that she would help him overcome this shock.
So he didn't hesitate for a second.
- There was so much blood... Goren lifted his face, which was drawn with fear and shock. All around me.
All that blood...
All around him.
Eames felt his heart stop and his blood freeze.
My God...
No.
Everything but this.
Goren had just dreamed of the terrible night of the accident.
From the way he was telling her about all that blood, Eames knew he had.
My God...
It couldn't be.
And yet...
At Alexa's silence, her body tense and her face as white as linen, Goren knew that something had touched him, and that something was wrong.
My God...
Had he said something wrong to put her in such a state.
Why was the little blond angel who looked after him so well reacting like that.
She was so white.
- I said something wrong.
Something you shouldn't have said.
Good God...
How could Eames explain to Goren that what he'd seen in his dream was his own blood.
Eames could never.
In addition, she could still see the scene of Goren trapped in the carcass, bleeding to death.
And he, who had tried to put on a brave face by any means possible, to make that terrible evening worse.
As he suffered in martyrdom.
Caring a little too much about her, when he was seriously injured.
And it was all her fault.
Eames had insisted that they go out to dinner with their respective boyfriends, especially knowing Goren, who was the type to shun this kind of evening.
But he'd given in.
Pleasing her.
And because of her...
Eames could never forget, nor forgive herself for what had happened to her.
If she'd accepted Goren's refusal, and hadn't pushed so hard for him to say yes, this evening would never have happened, nor the accident, and Goren would still be the man she knew, the know-it-all he was.
At the memory of that all-knowing gentleman she missed, Eames' heart sank, tears welled up in her eyes, obscuring her vision, and her lips trembled.
My God...
Was Goren dreaming.
Or was Alexa going to cry.
The tears beading in her big hazel eyes, her trembling lips and the immense sadness that had appeared on her face could only confirm to him that she would soon be crying.
My God..
No.
This wasn't what he'd wanted.
He had to fix his mistake.
If he'd known that telling her about his nightmare would put her in this state, he wouldn't have told her.
So, gently, he raised his arm and brought his hand to her cheek, brushing against it.
- Little angel... You're not going to cry.
Little angel...
Don't cry.
My God...
Could he stop calling her by that diminutive name, or she wouldn't be able to stop crying.
And she'd burst into tears in front of him.
Besides, Eames had to pull himself together, and first think about Goren's nightmare, trying to soothe him.
- Bobby... For your dream.
Goren shook his head in denial.
If Alexa didn't feel brave enough to explain, then he wouldn't insist.
- You're not...
Eames plunged his big hazel eyes glittering with determination into her brown gaze, and nodded, looking grave.
My God...
Did this mean Alexa was going to explain her nightmare to him.
Or was she going to reassure him that it was just a nightmare, even if it meant lying?
For Goren felt that the nightmare he'd had could lead him to some lost memories.
- It was only a nightmare. Not reality.
Just a nightmare...
Not reality.
Strangely enough...
Goren could see that Alexa was lying to him.
As if she were trying to preserve him.
Protect him from something he had no right to know.
- Really...
Good God...
Eames should have known Goren would insist.
But Eames couldn't tell him the truth.
Not right now.
She didn't have the courage.
She absolutely had to find an escape route.
And then it hit her.
If Goren was asleep, he wouldn't ask her any more questions.
Proud of her idea, she didn't hesitate for a second.
- But now it's time to try and get back to sleep.
Go back to sleep.
But it was impossible.
He still had the vision of all that blood.
And that was simply impossible.
What's more, Goren could see that Alexa was trying to dodge the subject.
But why...
For whatever reason.
- But I couldn't sleep.
Couldn't sleep...
But I had to.
- Please, Bobby.
At these words, Goren wanted to reply, but he remained silent, looking sulky.
Which made Eames smile.
She knew that sulky look so well.
It was when something didn't go Goren's way that he reacted like that.
And right now, he was behaving, again and again, like a kid.
So maybe the Goren she'd grown so fond of would resurface.
That's what Eames hoped from the bottom of her heart.
- You have nothing to fear... I'm not going anywhere.
Clever girl.
Alexa had found the right excuse to make him give in.
You'd think she knew how he worked.
But was it true about what she'd just told him.
Alexa wasn't going anywhere, not even when he was asleep.
That was quite possible.
After all, Alexa had been there in the hospital, always near him, taking care of him.
So he could believe her.
She was there, and that's all that mattered.
Because Alexa was the kind of person who soothed him.
And who knows, maybe he could fall back asleep next to her.
So Goren snuggled up to her.
Eames reached out and stroked her curls.
- Sleep tight.