Trustworthy help

110. Hard.

Corpse mumbles in the darkness of the bedroom.

I blink as my eyes feel heavy.
'Corpse?' I ask. Sleepy, I roll onto my other side so I'm facing him, but I soon get pushed into the mattress as he kisses me. I hum into the kiss, being caught by surprise. When he pulls back I place my hands on his shoulders as he hovers over me. 'What's this?' I ask before rubbing my eyes. He huffs as he looks at me with dark eyes 'I-' he swallows hard. I move my hands from his shoulder to the back of his neck, him shivering in response. 'I want you.' He says in a breathy and raspy voice. I chuckle 'I'm right here.' I say. 'No, I....' he looks down at my lips. Oh. My face heats up as I break eye contact. 'Sorry I-' He starts as he moves off of me, but I pull him back down for another kiss. 'It's okay.' I say softly before he kisses me again. His big hand slips under my shirt and rests on my bare waist, gently rubbing his thumb over my skin.

When I move to wrap my arms around him, I groan at my sore muscles, having corpse back up. 'Are you okay?' He asks. I drop my arms down on the bed. 'You're still sore. You need rest. He says as he moves off and rubs my sides softly. 'But you-' I say but he lock eyes with me and shakes his head. I pout, making him giggle. 'Soon. But you need rest.' He says. I blush as he lets me go and lays down as well.

I wake up a little bit later by the sound of buzzing. After a bit I realize it's my phone. I pick up. 'Hello is this Amelia Harris?' A woman asks. 'Yes?' I answer. I look at the clock to see it's 2 am. 'This is the Brandon Hospital, we're calling for Marksen.' I shoot up 'why?' I ask. 'He had an accident earlier this evening, he was wandering around on his own and he fell.' She says.

I get up 'is- is he okay?' I ask. 'Yes. we called if you could come over, the doctor would like to speak to you.' The woman says. I tear up 'yes, yes of course. I'm on my way.' With that I hang up. I get dressed, not noticing that corpse isn't in bed, and hurry out.

'Amelia, what's-' I bump into corpse as he steps out of  the bedroom. 'Sorry.' I say as I crawl back up. 'Hey, what's going on?' He asks as he grabs my wrist to stop me.

When I turn to him he notices that I'm crying he lets me go. 'What happened?' He asks. I hick and try to wipe the tears. 'Evan-' my voice cracks. I cover my mouth as I try not to sob. Corpse pulls me closer to him. In his warm embrace, I try to calm down but I can't. 'What's with him, Amelia. Calm down.' He says calmly. I'm shaking and in a cold sweat.

Not him too. 'Please.' I sob out.

Corpse picks me up and sits down on his bed with me in his lap. 'What's going on, love.' He asks sweetly as he moves hair out of my face. 'He's going to die.' I say. 'Marksen?' He asks. I nod as I sniffle. 'Who says that?' He asks. 'The hospital called. He.... he had an accident. I need to go.' I say.

Corpse lets me go and sets me down on the bed. He puts on pants and a sweater. 'Come on.' He says as he holds out his hand. I get up and take his hand. He leads me down to the car and opens the car door for me. I'm still shaking so he puts the heater on. 'Take some deep breaths for me.' He says as he places his hand on my leg. I take his hand in mine and hold it tightly. 'You're not alone in this. I'm here.' He says. I sniffle as I dry my tears.

We arrive at the hospital and I hold corpse's hand as we walk in. 'Lieutenant Harris?' A nurse asks. I nod. 'Follow me please.' Corpse and I follow her to a office 'have a seat, the doctor will be here shortly. I sit down and so does corpse. We wait in silence.

Shortly after a tall man walks in. 'Thank you for coming the man says as he shakes our hands. 'I'm Maurits. I've just come form the operation room. Sargent Marksen, as you know, has been wandering around on his own. Seeing how he's still very unstable, he fell while on the stairs, damaging the wounds he already had and which we're already severe. He is now with the surgeon.' He starts. Corpse takes my hand. 'There is severe damage to the organs that were hit in battle, and his back. we're trying all we can.' The man's gaze shifts between me and corpse 'he'll make it out right?' Corpse asks.

'To be completely frank, We don't know for sure. It may be that they'll find things we couldn't see on the scan.' The man looks sympathetic 'it's going to be a hard fight if he wants to make it out.' My heart drops at his words. Am I really going to loose him. Did they ask me to come here just so I could say goodbye?