To Lose Your Sanity

The Man in My Arms

Riele

I run downstairs and fill a cup of water with my shacky hands. I can feel beads of sweat crawling down my body under my royal-blue sweatshirt. I run back up to his room and open the door. The sounds of his pain now fill the whole house. His agony echoes in my head.

"Jace!" I speak without wanting to. I scream his name and jump on his bed. I pull him into my hopefully, warm embrace. "Look Jace, I am right here for you, I will never leave you so I beg you...stop crying", hot tears run down my cold cheeks. His temperature, his excessive sweat, his closed, squinting eyes, his red face. Everything. Everything makes me worry, my concern overbears me. I get the water of his desk, where I had left it with my still shcky hands. I tell him to drink some water and take some medicine. He is still panting like crazy. 

WHY?! WHAT IS IT, JACE?! Why are you like this? Why...

More tears, more concern, more panting, more noise from the bed, more sweat. Jace doesn't talk, he does everything I tell him to do. He drinks from the cup of water in my hands and then he swallows the 2 yellow-green capsules in my hand. He is so very weak, he is so very afraid, he is frightened, he is broken. No, I cannot fix him, I could never even attempt to do so. Nevertheless, I hold his hot and wet body in my arms. I hold him with a sense of carefulness that belongs to fragile things. Jace is fragile. 

After 2 hours, Jace is totally silent, he sleeps on my body. So much for taking a shower. Jace stirs once in a while, but he is fine now, he does not whimper he does not even pant anymore, his temperature back to it norm. "Jacey...you will have to tell me soon, you know?" Silence. Of course, he is sleeping, yet still, I feel a need to ask. "What did they do to you?" He turns his head the other way. "Riele...goes...mhh", his nontangible words don't make me feel any better.

This guy makes me ache. I cry. Save me. Whoever can save me. Take me away. Please...