Eccedentesiast

Homosexual

(Noun)

A person who is attracted to people of their own sex

I'm so close to just leaving one of my placeholder titles it's not even funny.

Probably gonna be one of the fluffier chapters in this fic lmao. Still a little angsty, but fluffier than usual.

Anne sat in horror by the hospital bed as the monitor flatlined

"No. No, no no! Marcy"

She sobbed and grabbed their shoulders, praying that maybe the machines screwed up or that Marcy's heart would just start again. As Anne panicked, Marcy turned over, pale with blank, dead eyes.

"Why didn't you save me Anne?"

Anne nearly threw up at the horrible sight. The cold dead version of Marcy slowly stood up, suddenly becoming Darcy as Anne blinked away her shock.

"Why didn't you save them Anne?"

They laughed before the helmet fell and a giant wound through their chest opened, blood trickling from their mouth.

"Why did you leave me to die?"

Marcy had backed her into a corner. She sat against the wall covering her mouth.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry I didn't mean to! I was scared I'm sorry!"

Anne choked out. Her whole body was trembling as the now rapidly shifting between each horrible fate Marcy slowly got closer.

"Anne!"

Anne's eyes shot open. She held her arms and processed where she was for a moment, before sighing.

"Hey Sash."

Sasha held her phone in one hand, her other gripping Anne's shoulder. Anne pushed herself up so she was sitting beside Sasha and leaned on her, resting her head on her shoulder.

"Nightmare?"

"Yeah."

"Wanna talk about it?"

Anne bit her lip and nodded. Sasha set her phone down and put an arm around Anne, holding her hand with her now free hand.

"It started with uh, me beside Marcy. By a hospital bed. And then the heart monitor flatlined, and then this fucking corpse of Marcy, not like a recently dead corpse it was horrifying gets up and asks why I didn't save her."

She swallowed and put more of her weight on Sasha, who squeezed her hand.

"Other people's lives aren't your responsibility Anne. I know that must have been really scary though."

"Then after that they became like, the core. As in core Marcy. And they asked why I didn't save them. And then I saw Marcy just after Andrias took his sword out. That one was the worst."

"Did they say anything?"

"They asked why I left them to die."

Sasha nodded and rubbed Anne's hand with her thumb.

"Anne I think what happened last night, or I guess tonight triggered you because you seem to have issues with always needing to protect the people you love and feeling extreme guilt when you fail to."

"Sasha if I needed therapy I'd go pay for it."

"I'm not giving you therapy, just my view on this situation and some advice as a therapist."

Sasha smiled and her. Anne laughed and pecked her cheek.

"That is therapy!"

"Well you need therapy!"

"Ugh, whatever. Continue, dork."

"While having guilt about things you feel you could've prevented is a totally normal and common feeling, the extent I'm seeing it in you is to a concerning extent. You could benefit a lot from letting go of this responsibility you've assigned yourself to protect everyone at all costs."

Anne groaned.

"You're right but it's so hard to! And with what happened last night all I want to do is make sure it never happens again. I was so afraid. I felt so helpless!"

"Anne I wouldn't have figured out exactly how to get the door open if it wasn't for you weirdly knowing how to break open a locked door. Why do you know that anyways?"

"I really liked police dramas."

Sasha laughed and got up, offering Anne a hand.

"Why don't we go for a quick walk? Mar-Mar's had a rough night so they probably won't wake up while we're away."

Anne took her hand and nodded. The two grabbed their jackets and left the apartment, Anne holding on to Sasha's arm. They walked in a comfortable silence to a nearby park.

"Hey Anne, can you look at me for a sec?"

Anne looked up at Sasha, and as she was about to speak, she was shoved and landed in a pile of leaves. Sasha laughed and offered Anne a hand. Which Anne took, and used to yank Sasha into the leaves with her.

"Hey!"

"You did it first!"

The two laughed. Anne grabbed Sasha's face and kissed her.

"I love you Sash."

"Love you too dork."

"Hey!"

Sasha rolled her eyes.

"Sorry, I love you dork. My bad"

She giggled and pecked Anne on the forehead. Anne smiled and got up, Sasha quickly followed.

"Why don't we head home?"

She grabbed Anne's hand and kissed her cheek.

"Sounds good, it's really cold out here."

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The two of them laid on opposite sides of Marcy, holding hands as they both cuddled Marcy.

"Sasha I can't sleep"

"I can't either, you should sing or some cheesy romantic shit."

"Sasha you're a grown adult you don't need me to sing you to sleep."

Sasha laughed.

"I bet Marcy would sing me to sleep."

She said in a mocking tone. Marcy opened an eye and stared at Sasha.

"No I wouldn't. Now you two either go to sleep or quit being loud."

"Not you too Marcy!"

Sasha said dramatically. Anne laughed then went to sleep

Ignore the title, it's late, I'm tired and I work in the morning I can't go find a funky word that vaguely describes what happens this chapter. I can just find a less funky word that vaguely describes what happens in this chapter.