The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 67: In my head..

Lately, I've been okay with not having many nightmares. I mean, it's not like I had a chance to get a nightmare, considering I hadn't slept the past few days. But, you get the point.
Even tonight I didn't get a nightmare. Of course, I'd wake up here and there in the middle of the night. Multiple times, actually. I'd wake up at one time, and then wake up 2 hours later. Over and over again. And then there's Loki, who slept peacefully. I didn't see him waking up at all.
But now, as I wake up once again, it's still not morning. At least, I think so. If it's bright, I'll get up. If it isn't, I'm going to have to try and sleep. And one thing I did notice, as I woke up, was that my arm was on him. I was literally hugging him. How does this even happen? I was on the whole other side of the bed, before. And if I moved, he'd most definitely wake up, considering his fucking arm was around me. And he needed the rest, I couldn't wake him.
So I had no other choice but to just fall back to sleep, until he woke up. To be fair, though, I guess I didn't mind.
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Loki's POV..
I fell asleep for some time, that is, until she woke me up. I don't believe she intended to, though. For she was sleeping when I looked over at her. She kept moving around a lot, though.
Just as I was about to close my eyes again, though, her arm wraps around me. She was still sleeping, though. I was a bit unsure on what to do, but I didn't mind. I didn't want her to wake up, so I'd let her stay there.
I, hesitantly, wrap my arm around her as she sleeps. I won't admit it to anyone, especially not Bruce, but I'm staring to believe he is correct. I didn't like admitting it to myself, even. What did I ever do to deserve the feeling of loving someone? Nothing. So why should I be able to love her?
Surely, if I loved her, she would not love me back. I mean, she's too perfect. I wouldn't deserve her at all.
Nobody could ever love me, anyways.
But perhaps she could. Maybe with the slightest chance. I mean, she did mention having that heart problem, as I did. And the reason I believe to have had that heart problem, was because of her. Perhaps hers can be.. because of me? Probably not. It could be somebody else. Surely it's an unrelated problem.
But she also called me beautifully different? She looked at me like this. She didn't laugh nor cry in fear. She smiled at me instead.
She didn't even look shocked when she saw me looking like this.
I hope she loves me.
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Sarah's POV...
I wake up, as the sun shines through the windows. I was going to get up, but then realized Loki was still sleeping. I didn't want to move, because then he'd wake up. He really needed rest, according to the doctors.
I glance over at the clock, as I try to stay as still as possible. It was 8:13am.
I wanted to get up, and get ready for another day, but I also didn't want to move, either.

I wait a little longer, waiting for him to wake up. He was clearly still breathing, so I didn't have to worry about that.
And just then, "Is it morning?" He asks.
Well, no shit.
His eyes were still closed, and he looked exhausted, "Clearly." I answer.
He slowly opens his eyes, taking in the bright light.
He looks down at my arm wrapped around him, and then to his arm around me.
Quickly, kind of embarrassed, I unwrap my arm around him.
"Sorry." I mutter.
"No, it's quite alright." He says, trying to sit up, but he winced. Clearly, he was still in pain. And I still felt guilty about it. It really should've been me, not him.
The gun was aimed at me for a reason, not him.
"If you sit up that fast, you're basically asking for a trip back to the hospital," I joke, "You're not supposed to walk much for a couple of days."
"A doctor won't tell me what I can and can't do." He says, trying to turn himself around to get off the bed. He tries to hide it, but he's wincing a lot. I guess he didn't want anyone to see him as weak.
I quickly get up, and walk toward the other side of the bed. He was going to try to stand up, and probably fail to stand up straight for longer than 3 seconds.
And I was right. As soon as he stood up, he stood straight for a few seconds, but basically collapsed into my arms right after.
"Loki, you have to lay back down." I say.
"No, I don't. And I won't. I will walk myself." He says, using my shoulders to try and stand up straight.
He stands straight for another few seconds, but as he takes two steps, he falls into my arms once again. He was, so obviously, in too much pain to walk. Plus, if he did walk, he's going to tear the stitches open.
"Loki, please. Sit back down."
"No, I need to walk. What good am I if I can't?" He replies.
"You'll walk again, when the pain isn't as bad. But for now, you have to sit back down."
He sighs, not wanting to, "Perhaps you could help me."
"Of course I could help you, but if you walk now, you're just putting yourself in pain."
I can see he really didn't want to sit back in a bed all day, but he let me lead him back to the bed anyways.
"What am I supposed to do, sitting here all day?" He asks, as he sits back where he was before.
I shrug, "We can find games to play. I'm sure somebody in this tower has some sort of board game."
He smiles a bit, "That'd be nice."
"Wait here." I say, as I walk toward the door.
"I can't exactly stand to wait somewhere else, can I?" He jokes, as I leave to find games.
Peter once showed me all of the board games he had in his room. It was sometime in December, I think. I can't remember the exact day.
So I head to his room. I figured he'd already be awake, and I could just knock on the door. But, his door was already open, and he didn't seem to be here. He must've gone to see M.J, or go do his Spiderman things. You know, like fixing daily crimes.
I look around, checking to see if anybody was around. It didn't matter if I was just going in there for board games, certain people would think I'm trying to steal something. Also known as, Tony.
To my luck, nobody was around. I walk into his room, and go to the closet that he kept them all in. He had a bunch of board games.
I grabbed Candy Land, Connect Four, and Monopoly.
I closed the closet door, but just as I was about to walk out, I didn't.
I know you could hear me.
Afraid, I drop the board games. I didn't even hear it, it was mostly inside my head. I could only hear it inside my head. Nobody was talking out loud.
You know who I am, don't you?
I hear.
Yes, I do. It's him. It's my father. But how in the world was he doing this?
He's in the tower, yeah, but this was just weird.
Great, so what you're going to do, is get me out of here.
"No." I mutter, trying to stop listening. I didn't want to hear him. But I couldn't just stop it.
Oh, but you will. Because if you don't, people will get hurt. People you especially love.
He can't do that, he's bluffing, I thought.
I'm not bluffing. I can do many things that you aren't even aware that you are capable of.
"Get out of my head." I mutter.
Not until you get me out of here.
"No." I whisper.
Fine by me. This time, maybe the person you love will actually die.
"Don't you dare touch him."
Oh, I will. Now, don't make me repeat myself. Get me out of here.
I can't.
"Sarah?" I hear, this time out loud. I look up, and see Peter standing at the doorway.
He looks at the board games, dropped on the floor, and back at me. He'd probably heard me supposedly talking to myself.
"Are- are you okay?" He asks.
"Yeah. I'm fine. I just- do you know where Tony is?" I ask.
"Yeah.. he's in the kitchen." He answers.
Quickly, I head toward the door to leave.
Board games will have to wait.

I make my way to the kitchen, and spot Tony immediately.
"Where is he?" I ask, startling him.
"Kid, you're gonna have to be more specific than that."
"You know exactly who I'm talking about, where is he?"
"Your father?" He asks.
"Obviously."
"He's locked up. Why?"
"He's in my head. I don't know how, but he is. He's speaking to me through my head and it's freaking me out."
"Well, what did he say?"
"He said people I love will get hurt unless I let him go."
"Oh, you are not letting him go, if that's what you want to do."
"God, no. I'm not letting him go. I just need to talk with him."