The forgotten numbers II A Henry Creel fanfic

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The room was now quiet. No one had said a word for what felt like ages. It was a comforting silence. I felt safe. 

Peter was sitting down on his bed, reading a book. Every once in a while I peeked over my book. To admire him.

His side profile was so perfect, just like everything else about him. The way his eyes cascaded down each book page so very gently.

After what felt like hours of silence, my eyes started to grow heavy. 

     "Goodnight, Peter," I closed my book and put it by my side. 

     "Goodnight, darling," he hummed back in response. 

I turned my back against him and wrapped my duvet around me. 

As I started to drift off, I couldn't stop myself from wishing I was closer to Peter. I wished that he would want to be closer to me. 

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Once I awoke again, I found myself alone in a dark room. I assumed that Peter had just turned off the light so didn't think any more of it. 

I stood up to go to the bathroom, to grab a glass of water. 

But when I tried taking a step, my legs just stood still. They didn't seem to work. But then out of nowhere, I felt how my body went limp. 

 But there was nothing underneath me, I fell. 

I started hearing screams from every corner. 

Then I landed. 

On the cold floor of the rainbow room. 

As I opened my eyes I saw how a limp body was laying in front of me. 

Peter. 

I crawled over to him, dragging his frail body onto my lap. He was slightly breathing. 

     "Peter! Peter please!" I started crying. 

I saw how a big blood stain started to grow in the middle of his chest. 

I put my hand on top of it, trying to put as much pressure as possible on it. But it wouldn't stop. 

     "Peter, don't leave me, please! I love you!!" I sobbed, but it was too late. His breathing had stopped.

*Peter's POV*

Just as my mind had finally allowed me some rest I was awoken by a scream. 

I flew up in my bed, looking over at Fiona. 

She was laying curled up on the floor, another episode was taking place. 

I shoot out of my bed and sat down beside her, pulling her body onto my lap. 

She was twitching badly. I could see how her eyes were frantically moving around under her eyelid. 

     "Fiona? It's okay, I'm here." I softly spoke, caressing her cheek. 

     "Peter... please," She mumbled. 

     "Yes darling, I'm right here." I wrapped my arms around her. 

Then something happened, I could sense how something was happening in her episode because her body started twitching. It was like she was having a seizure. I now realized how bad this episode was, I needed to wake her up. Now. 

I grabbed a firm hold of her shoulder, starting to lightly shake her. 

     "Darling, I'm right here, I promise that you are safe." I knew that she could hear me.

She shook and once again screamed. But this time it was a heartbreaking scream. Tears started to stream down her cheeks. 

     "Peter! Don't.... me... love you," my vision started to blur. My eyes filled with tears. 

     "Fiona, please wake up!" I cried out. I need her to wake up. I was sobbing uncontrollably. Hardly getting any air into my lungs. 

And just like that, I saw how her body relaxed and how her breathing regulated. 

     "Fiona....?" I whispered. 

     "Peter?" Her frail voice answered. 

Her eyes opened and her arms snaked around me. I pulled her up, so she sat on my lap. 

I wrapped my arms carefully around her, as she burrowed her face in the crook of my neck. 

I could feel how she was crying softly. 

     "It's okay darling, I'm right here." I softly kissed her forehead as I rubbed my hand up and down her back. 

Her head lifted and her eyes met mine. 

     "Peter I-" but she didn't finish her sentence. 

Instead, she moved close, almost as if she was taking permission to kiss me. 

I pulled her in, connecting our lips to a delicate kiss.