Deicide

February 13 23xx

Silas woke up warm. He attempted to move the blanket off of him, but when he tried to sit up he felt a sort of weight around him. Eden, he realized, had wrapped his arms around him.

"Eden?" Silas looked up and almost cried. Two green eyes were looking back at him.

"Silas Finch."

"Eden." Silas got up and all but jumped on top of Eden. He held Eden up against his chest and buried his head in Eden's shoulder. "I'm so glad you're awake." Silas pulled his head back to examine Eden. "Do you feel alright? Does your head hurt? Can you move? I was so-"

Eden grabbed Silas' head and pulled his face down. He pressed their lips together and stayed there for what felt like forever.

"Eden?" When Silas pulled back, Eden was just smiling.

"Silas." Eden touched Silas' face. "I'm sorry."

"Good, you should be. Jumping in front of the Blight like that, I can't believe you."

"No, not for that. For leaving you. For not being able to protect you. I'm sorry I couldn't do more. I'm sorry for everything."

"We can talk about that stuff later. For now let's just celebrate." Silas smiled. "So you remember everything?"

"Everything." Eden tried to sit up, but his arms quickly fell.

"Are you. . . you're okay?"

"Yeah. I mean, sure, there was some messed up stuff to remember, but you're so great it's all worth it." Eden sloppily threw his arms around Silas and pulled him down, and he kissed him again. "God, I missed you."

Silas held Eden's face and reciprocated, humming in agreement. Finally, they both pulled back for air. "Oh, Howlan, I should tell Howlan."

"He already knows. I woke up a few hours ago, he said he'd give us some alone time."

"A few hours? Why didn't you wake me up?" Silas looked almost offended.

"Howlan said you hadn't been sleeping well, and you didn't leave the room at all. I figured I'd let you rest a little more. And you looked way too cute to wake up." Eden grinned.

"Geez. Can you move?" Silas sat up and leaned back.

Eden tried to sit up again, but his back was sore and his arms felt sort of weak and numb. He fell back onto the bed. "Hang on, I got it." He tried again, but he couldn't even push himself up to a regular sitting position.

"Here." Silas slipped an arm around Eden's back and pulled him up. "You got it?" Silas slowly took his arm away. Eden stayed sitting up.

"Well, look at me."

"Yeah, but that means you definitely can't walk yet." Silas stood up. "Wait here, I'll get you some actual food. You must be hungry."

Eden swallowed hard. The mention of food had brought completely different imagery to his mind. "Yeah." Once Silas left, Eden tossed the blankets aside. He was surprised to see he was wearing completely new clothes, and he didn't smell bad at all. "Wait." He pulled at the top of his pants, he was wearing different underwear. He turned red at the idea of Silas changing his clothes.

"They had some semi-fresh. . . raw. . . meat? Are you okay?" Silas set down the tray and walked over to Eden. "Your face is red, do you have a fever? Do you feel alright?"

"Yeah, I just, did you change my clothes?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, I mean, you changed all of my clothes?"