LoveBite [2]

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After being pushed by Anya through the halls and into the elevator on a wheelchair, Satine is taken to the common room with Peter walking right beside her. They stop in the living area and Peter kneels down in front of her.

"I'm gonna leave you here with Anastasia and goes find the others." He folds his arms on her knees."I want to tell them what you told me last night."

"Okay." She breathes, her head lying in her palm.

He sighs as he stares up into her light and beautiful eyes and grazes his hand up and down her calf. She places her hand on his cheek and brushes his hair out of his face as he lifts his head. He grabs her by the hips as he gets to his knees and he leans over her to wrap his arms around her waist. His head laid on her front, he closer his eyes as she pushes her fingers in his hair and hugs him as tight as she can.

Anya backs away while gripping her arms behind her before she crawls up onto the couch. She moves herself as far away from them as she can while continuing to stay with them because she doesn't want to ever go anywhere else. But their broken hearts are too much for her right now. But no matter how far away she gets, as long as she's in the same room, she'll always feel it all.

Peter hangs his head and nuzzles into her for a moment before he backs away. He rubs his tearful eyes and stands while clearing his throat as she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes.

"Are you good here or do you want to sit on the couch?" He sniffles as he fixes his shirt and she stares up at him for a moment before she shakes her head.

"I'm good." She hangs her head.

He sighs solemly, fearing that he won't be able to be as okay as she needs him to be. He cups her cheeks and lifts her back up to lean down for a kiss, desperate for her loving touch.

"I love you so much." He nods without a doubt.

"I love you too."

He gives her one last kiss before he leaves the room and Satine takes a deep breath beforr she turns to Anya.

"Are you hungry?" She grins while setting her chin on her palm and she hesitates.

"Yeah." She nods softly and Satine grabs the armrests of the chair and pushes herself to the edge. "I can push you there." She quickly gets up and hurries to her side.

"I can do it." She nods softly. "Don't worry."

"But..." She shakes her head and she looks down at her. "You're not supposed to get up, you're sick."

"Baby, I'm not sick." She shakes her head. "I'm okay."

"No, you're not." She mumbles fearfully.

Satine sighs and pushes herself up anyway. She stumbles a bit on her heavy legs and Anya jolts back with wide eyes. She takes a deep breath and starts moving, trying to hide the fact that she is struggling to keep herself up. A sudden heatwave washes over her body and as soon as she gets to the kitchen, she leans her hands on the island counter, breathing heavily through the heat.

"Anya." She calls and she pauses before she hums in reply. "Can you get the bread?"

She hurries to the pantry and does as asked and grabs the peanut butter as well. She places those on the counter as Satine stands up straight. She widens her eyes as her vision begins to fade to black. Anya gets the jelly next, but she doesn't get a paper towel, seeing as she can't reach, nor does she get a butter knife because she's not allowed to touch those yet.

Satine woddles her way to those two to get them herself before she's back to where she was.

"Uh..." She breathes as she begins to sway and she blinks, trying to see, but everything around her has gone black. "Anya, I need you..." Her legs shake as her head grows heavy. "Go get Peter."