Snow was alone most nights in the hospital. The only time he wasn't was when a nurse or doctor came in to check on him. He was sleeping peacefully when the door opened for a nurse, probably. He figured he or she would check his vitals, change his IV drip, then leave. He shifted a bit and slowly started to drift back off. He almost succeeded until he realized that the person had not come any closer after the door shut. He slowly cracked open his tired eyes, blinked away the sleep and blurred edges, then focused on the figure in front of him. He went still and utterly silent, taking him in. He was thin... He was very thin. Hair shaved but growing back, still curly. He looked pale, but he was still every bit as beautiful as the day they were separated.
"Narcolepse...?"
He moved, then. Stepping forward, then halting, his mouth opening, then closing. Snow frowned and his brows drew together.
"Is it you? Am I dreaming? Or is this another trick...?"
"I had words I was going to say... I can't remember them now. I'll just... I'll settle for this. It's me."
"How do I know?"
He stepped forward again, crossing the whole distance to sit by Snow's side.
"Because you never told anyone but me your name."
"There are other ways of obtaining that information."
"Yes... Then..."
He chewed his lip, thinking. Snow just stared, waiting in silence. His teal eyes met Snow's gray ones.
"My first words I ever spoke to you. No one else would know it."
Snow nodded and Narcolepse smiled a bit.
"You gonna get in or what?"
Snow reached up and cupped his cheek, smoothing his thumb at the corner of his lips.
"How?"
He whispered. Narcolepse tilted his head into the touch and closed his eyes.
"It's a very long story... One I don't want to tell tonight."
"I can accept that."
Narcolepse brought their lips together and Snow felt alive. Everything faded into silence and it was nothing but the warmth of Narcolepse's body. His lips. His hand lying gently against his collarbones, the other tangled in his white hair. Narcolepse inhaled through his nose and Snow wanted to pull him closer. But the moment he did...
"Agh, damn!"
Narcolepse quickly sat up and looked down at Snow's torso.
"What got you in here?"
He raised his eyes back to Snow's.
"Broken ribs tearing into my lungs..."
"Fuck..."
Narcolepse ran his fingers through his growing curls and Snow took his hand, laced their fingers.
"I'm glad you're with me now."
"I'm not staying."
"What?"
Snow looked up from their hands.
"What the fuck, why? Where the hell are you going?"
Narcolepse pressed a slow kiss to Snow's lips, then pulled back.
"I'm taking down the labs. From the inside. Mirage is helping."
"Didn't she get us all into this fucking mess in the first place?!"
