Chapter 22

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Zim's POV

My darling Pogo. I look over at him anxiously. You can still see every vein, but his cuts are all patched up and his blisters are bandaged. I sink into a chair hopelessly.

Please be okay.

Ginger paces nervously and Marilyn and Twiggy are no where to be found. I reach for a bottle of Jack Daniel's and take a huge swig. My conscience fogs up immediantly.

"Don't drink," Ginger warns. I glare at him, but put the bottle down. I throw my head back and cy out in despair. I just want Pogo to wake up. I need to apologize and beg for his forgiveness. I'll be lucky if he even talks to me after I've been such a dick to him.

Pogo's POV

My head hurts. I can't move. I open an eye to see Zim and Ginger waiting on me. Glad to see Zim cared enough to watch over me. Despite the fact that all Zim has been is a dick, I call out to him first.

"Zimmy," I groan. His head turns and his eyes light up.

"Pogo!" he shrieks and rushes towards me. "Are you okay? Are you in pain?" a flood of questions stream from him.

"I'm fine," I lie. Zim holds my hand.

"Pogo- Stephen. I am so incredibly sorry for everything I've done. I'm so fucking sorry. I fucked up. I've hurt the only person I truly love. The first time I laid my eyes on you, I've been entranced by your beauty and your being. You're the only person that can complete me. My mate. Please, please forgive me."

I process what he's said. He has hurt me beyond fixing. I decayed while he turned around and fucked someone else. That can't be reversed. Why give him another chance? He'll just turn around and hurt you again.

I want to turn cold and refuse him, to make him hurt. Not nearly as much as I did, but still some. Don't do it, he's your mate, your true love, a part of me whispers. My mind screams at me to turn him away, but I trust the small voice.

"Zim, I love you. I forgive you," I whisper. The look on his eyes is priceless, and his lips collide with mine. 

"Timmy, you're back," I giggle.

"I'm here to stay," he whispers.

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