"𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬"

𝟏𝟎𝟏. "𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐲"

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟎𝟕 𝐨𝐟 "𝐍𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝"

I've been staring at Grace non-stop since she's been brought to the clinic. Thank God I got there in time and pulled her out of the chemicals right away. So she's alive and as well as she could be after what had happened.

Jeremiah is also technically still alive. For now, I'm not concerned with him. He's a vegetable anyway. All I need to do to kill him for what he did is stick a pillow over his face. Which I am absolutely going to do.

It's been a week since that whole thing happened. I'm barely keeping it together. I'm not even letting the possibility of Grey not waking up into my conscious thinking. She has to wake up.

Being without her is torture. I went through it before, and I survived it only because I knew where she was. Well, not the first time. I was very slowly fading away when that happened.

Then I knew she was somewhere at Arkham. And so I did what I had to to get her back to me. It was easy then. I just had to threaten and scare people. Now I'm completely powerless.

I can't kiss her out of this state. Though, I would be lying if I said I haven't tried it. I can't force anyone to get her out of it it. Although, I tried that too. And now, most of the doctors are too scared to even look at me.

And the thing that makes all this worse is that her face is scarred. It's not half as bad as Jeremiah, but they are still scars on her beautiful face. I could care less, of course. I just want her to wake up.

Her hair also changed colour. It's actually light grey now, edging on white. As if what I needed in my stupid life is irony. Hopefully, I can do something to fix her burns. Though, it would be more for her than for me.

She'll always be my Gorgeous.

I started sobbing at the thought, grabbed her hand and pulled it to my face. Then I started desperately covering every inch of it with kisses.

"Grey, please, wake up. I need you to wake up. I can't live without you, Gorgeous." I whimpered, held her hand on my cheek and snuggled into it.

"Do it for me, ok? J-Just...I need you to do this one last thing for me, Grey." I whispered, pressed my lips to the middle of her palm and started caressing her arm.

"Jerome." I suddenly heard Barbara's soft voice from my left.

I sniffled, gently placed Grace's hand on her stomach and looked at Barbie. I could see genuine compassion on her face.

"Are you all right?" She smiled weakly. I stayed quiet.

"You can't rush her, Jerome. She'll wake up when she's ready." She said delicately. I chuckled darkly and stood up. She looked up at me with a concerned frown.

"What do you want from me?" I asked her plainly. I could tell she was slightly surprised by my calmness.

"You've been sitting here for a whole week. Have you slept at all? Maybe you should get some rest." She smiled softly.

"Why do you care?" My eyes narrowed.

"I know for a fact that if Grace could ask for one thing right now, it would be for someone to take care of you." She said. A few tears rolled down my cheeks at her words.

"Go away." I breathed out. She swallowed heavily.

"I could keep an eye on her." She offered. I shut my eyes, and more tears fell down my face.

"I'm not going anywhere, Barbara." I muttered.

"Find Ivy." She sighed deeply. My eyes popped open at once.