Trustworthy help

10. Dinner.

He goes back to bed soon after we talked.

Something else is bothering him.
Not physically, but mentally.

Why isn't he working or at the very least, out of bed?

I walk into the bedroom with two cups of tea. Again pebbles is by his side on the bed. He sits up and carefully takes the cup with his left hand, his right laying besides him. 'How are you feeling?' I ask as I take a sip. 'My arm is annoying, but besides that I'm okay.' He says. 'I wasn't taking about physical problems.' I say. He looks up in surprise but soon looks away 'what do you mean?' He asks. 'You're in bed a lot.' I say. 'Just tired.' He says. 'You always are, you have chronic insomnia.' I say. He moves his head so I can't see his face. 'Just scared.' He says so softly I can barely understand him. 'We'll get you that scan, don't worry.' I say with a soft smile. He looks up with a frown and sad eyes.

'If you'd like, we can look at the insurance after dinner.' I suggest. 'I looked many times already, shits fucked.' He grumbles. 'I set up insurance many times, I may be able to have a better look. No harm in trying right?' I ask. He sighs 'no, let's try.' He says. 'We'll fix this. All of it.' I say as I take his hand in mine. He moves my hand to his lips and kisses it before smiling at me.

Shortly after his smile falls and he pulls his hand away. 'I don't deserve you.' He says. I nearly spit out my drink. What is this asshole saying?? 'What?' I ask him. Soon I grin 'maybe you're right.' I start. He looks up in worry 'you may not deserve me. There are many better people out there.' It's kind of hard not to laugh as his face droops 'you could find someone better.' I tell him. He seems confused before setting his cup down and grabbing me 'you insane?!' He says. 'I may be. Are you?' I ask as I pull back. 'Just a little.' He says back. I'm in his lap because he pulled me to him. I move my hands off of his chest. 'Don't be ridiculous. You deserve all the help in the world.' I say. He kisses my cheek 'sometimes I doubt it. Just look at you.' The roughness in his voice disappears as he softens his tone. My face heats up and I move off of his lap. 'Drink your tea.' I tell him as I walk out without looking back.

It's time to get dinner ready.

I look around. 'I'll cook well.' I say to myself. I walk back over, having him look up at me as he takes a sip. 'I'll be out for a second. I'm going to need some groceries.' I say. 'I did that yesterday, just take what's there.' He says. I shake my head with a grin 'I'm going to cook something nice. I'll be right back.'

I head out. It's already getting dark but the walk to the store is short from his apartment. I get in, get the things I need and some snacks I like, and get out. I'm back after twenty minutes and immediately start on the food.

After nearly three hours it's done. Corpse didn't say anything about having to wait long for dinner. He only came in twice. Once for water and once to check what I was doing. His stomach rumbles as he sits down, making me chuckle. 'It's smells amazing.' He says. 'Good, eat as much as you like.' I say.

He starts to eat and hums, making me chuckle. 'Good?' I ask. He gives a thumbs up. 'It's really nice. I like the spices.' He says. I smile as he looks happy while eating 'been really long since I had a good home made meal.' He says. 'I'll cook more often if you want me to.' I say. He looks up and stares for a second before smiling. 'You cook really well. I'd like that.' He says. I laugh at little at how he likes the food. He's already going in for seconds as I'm not even halfway done. 'Slow it down, you'll upset you stomach like this.' I say. 'Worth it.' He says as he goes to take a bite. I lower his hand 'take a second. I don't want you to get stomach pain.' I say. Seeing how I'm holding the hand he can move, he can't eat. After it takes him too long he whines. 'Fine.' I chuckle.

After dinner I take a look, hoping I can set his health insurance up. It takes really long and after an hour corpse goes to watch tv. After nearly another hour I finally did it. I walk up with my laptop and lay it on his lap. When he sees that it worked, he looks at me with a smile. 'Come here.' He says. I smile and walk around the couch. He gets up and hugs me, lifting me up a little though he only uses one arm. 'You're amazing!' He says. He sets me down and holds me against him. 'You're calling for a scan First thing tomorrow.' I say. He smiles and nods.

I go to bed early.

After a while I wake up by corpse trying to get quietly into bed. I watch as he tiptoes to his closet. He tiptoes back and sits on the edge of the bed, taking off his watch. He drops it on the ground. It makes a quiet loud noise and he quickly look back at me. I giggle at him. 'I woke you up?' He asks. He bends down to get the watch before taking off his shirt. I watch his back muscles 'not really. I watched you tiptoe around for a bit.' I say. He looks over his shoulder, making me look away quickly. He puts on a different shirt and lays down as well. 'Do you sport?' I ask. He chuckles 'did that question come up while looking?' He asks. 'No.' I mumble as I look away, having my face heat up. 'I used to lift weights and stuff.' He says. I hum in response. 'Why'd you ask?' I look him in the eye before lowering my gaze again. 'You have muscles.' I say. 'Everyone does.' He says. 'I know, I mean.... like. Nice arms and nice back.' I say while blushing. I'm just saying. This time it's him who looks away. 'Thanks.'

We lay in silence for a bit before he turns his head to me. I look back at him. I takes a second before he talks. 'Thank you for all you're doing for me.' He says. I smile and reach for him under the cover till I touch his arm. 'You don't have to thank me.' I say.

After a bit I fall asleep holding his arm.

I open my eyes, room pitch black. I swear I heard something. In front of me, the beds empty. 'Amelia!' I shoot up. 'Fuck.' It sound like its from the other room. 'Amelia, please!' He calls out in a very desperate voice. I get up and rush out of the room, nearly slamming into the wall because I got up too quickly. 'Corpse?' I call out as I leave the bedroom and step into the dark hallway. 'Amelia.' It's softer, sadder. I put my hand against the wall, walking till I reach the door of his office. 'Please.' He begs in a higher voice. Why is he so upset? What's happening? I feel the door for the handle in the darkness. I find it and open the door to see the room lit by the pc screen. Corpse sits on the ground on his knees as he covers his ace with his hands. He sobs quietly. 'Hey. Hey what's going on?' I ask as I drop down in front of him. I'm squinting my eyes at the sudden light. 'I can't see.' He says. I pull him to me, making him rest his head against my shoulder. He's shaking as he cries 'I don't want to die.' He says in a trembling voice. 'Please, I don't want to.' I rub his back as I try to shush him. 'I-I..... I'm so scared. Please.'

Possible brain tumor.

His words repeat in my head. That's what's he's scared of right now, right? He hicks as his breath gets shorter and quicker. 'You're okay. You'll be okay.' I say as I hold him as close as possible. His hand holds my arm tightly 'what if I'm not? What if I-' he hicks out his words. 'Then I'm here with you. Then you're not alone.' I say. He sniffles 'please calm your breathing, You're hyperventilating.' I say. He takes some deep breaths before breathing normally. 'That's better.' I say softly as I rub his back. His grip lessens on my arm as he keeps his breathing under control 'for how long will you stay? How long till I'm too much work?' He speaks his thoughts. 'Till you get tired of me.' I say. 'I won't.' He says back. 'Then I won't leave.' I say. He lets out a short chuckle.

After sitting on the ground for a while, he looks up at me. 'You okay?' I ask as I let him go. 'Yeah.' Glad, I get up and hold up my hand, helping him up too. Hand in hand, we go back to bed. 'Every time you leave the bed during the night something happens.' I say as I lay next to him. 'It gets boring to just lay here awake.' He says. 'Then at what time can you sleep?' I ask. 'Around four or five.' He says. It's a little past four now. 'Good, then sleep.' I say. He struggles as he pulls his pillow. When he's okay with where it is he scoots closer. 'Well hello.' I say with a laugh as he lays a lot closer to me. 'Hey.' I smile as he rolls onto his side and lays his chin on my shoulder. 'This is okay right?' He asks me. 'Mhm.' I say as I close my eyes. It's so much warmer like this.

I doze off faster then ever.