A Match Made in Hell

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I brush his hair away from his forehead, placing a kiss to it as gently as I can.

"He'll be fine in a few hours, but he needs rest." A doctor says, "physically and mentally. He's exhausted." She suddenly pauses, "do you gentlemen, live together?"

"Yeah, yeah we do." I quickly answer.

"How long does he usually sleep in a day?"

"Maybe 6 to 7 hours? I have to drag him to bed sometimes. I've even woken up a few times in the middle of the night, seeing him wide awake." I say truthfully, not daring to lie to a doctor.

"Anything that causes stress in his life?" She asks. "Does he get angry a lot? Not that it's any of my business, but are there any personal issues? Perhaps about his family?"

"His job is stressful in general, he sometimes starts pulling at his own hair, even smashing his head against walls. He gets mad alot, yet doesn't take it out." I poke the inside of my cheek with my tongue, chanting in my head for this woman to leave. "He doesn't have any personal issues that I know of. But I'm pretty sure he'd tell me if he were stressed."

"Okay, okay." She answers, looking down at her notebook. "Thank you for your time, sir. Let us know if you need anything."

"I will, thank you."

She shuts the door as she leaves, her expression blank and cold.

I turn to nick, who's lips are parted slightly as his chest rises and falls, painfully slowly.

I take his hand in mine, gently placing a kiss onto it. He doesn't twitch in the slightest, not a single movement in his body.

Letting out a dramatic sigh, I bring his hand to my face slowly, kissing his palm.

It makes me want to puke, knowing how much pain he's in right now. Knowing how much pain he'll be in once he wakes up.

It makes me want to puke, that I've just realised how hard everything is for him. Having a job like this isn't easy. Not just the job, his life in general.

What my family has done to him.

Scratch that, they aren't my family.

I hate that there's nothing I can do to help him. It's not just the job, he also has his personal problems, everyone does. Sure, I told the doctor he didn't have any family problems that I knew of, but I know that he's been away from his family since he was a kid.

I don't exactly know how it feels to be away from the people you love for so long, yet I still feel bad for him. He's suffering, too much, and there's nothing I can do.

Something suddenly snaps me out of my thoughts. Just as I feel like I'm going to fall asleep.

He's caressing my cheek.

Soft and gentle, our skin barely touching. He's too weak right now, he can't move his body in the current state he's in.

"Nick," I whisper quietly, a wide smile on my face.

I stare at him as he tries to open his eyes. It takes him 10 seconds to come to his senses, but still can't open his eyes properly and squints his eyes.

I get up in an instant, turning all the lights off and leaving a single small one on, just so I can check up on him when I need to.

He tries to bring his hand to his face to rub his eyes, but can't manage to do it.

"Easy, love. You're hurt, but you're going to be fine soon."

He puts his hand back down, slowly getting used to the lighting around us as he opens his eyes.