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Chapter 10

It was now late at night and we were watching some random movie on T.V It was about some british teenagers and had something to do with aliens. It was actually pretty funny, but I wasn't paying attention. Instead I was watching Vic. The way he moved and how he reacted to the movie were much more entertaining then the kids running around on screen. I was sprawled over one side of the couch with Vic on the other.  Every few minutes, Vic would let out a large yawn. Cute. His eyes kept drifting closed, but he would open them and shift around, as if he was trying not to fall asleep. I wonder why he's so tired.

About 30 minutes passed before the movie ended, and I looked over to Vic again.  His arms were folded in front of him and his head lay softly on top. His hair was fanned over his face as he breathed deeply. He looked peaceful, but I knew that sleeping there all night wouldn't be comfortable. I knew from experience that sleeping in that corner of the couch could fuck up your back. I stood up from the couch and stretched my arms above my head, looking at the clock on the T.V.

1:37AM.

Surprisingly, I wasn't at all tired. Normally I'd be exhausted by this time, but I guess the nap I had taken earlier had given me energy.  I decided that I should move Vic upstairs so that I could keep watching T.V without waking him. You could just lay him down on the couch and watch T.V upstairs. For some reason I found myself wanting to go out of my way for him. I walked over to Vic, and tried my best not to trip over anything since I had taken off my glasses. I stood in front of him and stared down. I didn't want to wake him, but I needed to get him upstairs. Although he was a good three inches shorter than me, and a lot lighter, I was kinda scared about carrying him up the stairs. I wasn't exactly super strong. Fuck this, let's just go for it. I leaned over and slipped one arm behind his back, and slipped the other one under his knees.

One. Two. Three.

Vic shifted as I lifted him, but thankfully he didn't wake up. That would've hard to explain. I moved so that Vic's head was resting against my chest. The way I was holding him was no where near being romantic or cute, it was awkward and down right dangerous. I felt like I was holding a delicate child, except Vic was heavier than a child.

I began walking towards the stairs, and mentally prepared myself for the journey up them. Eventually I manage to reach the landing at the top of the stairs, and I stumbled over to the bed. I let Vic down gently before pulling the blanket over him. A sigh of relief escaped my lips when I realized I had successfully gotten him up the stairs and into bed. Nice one Kell.  After I left Vic upstairs, I got myself a bottle of water and sat back on the couch, beginning  to watch the the movie that was now playing. About half the movie had gone by when I heard something from upstairs. Probably just Vic talking in his sleep. Suddenly there was an audible yell, and it wasn't from the movie. It scared me so much I nearly dropped my water. What? Another sound could be heard, and this time I decided to do something about it. I got off the couch and hurried upstairs into my room. Vic was still in bed, trashing around and mumbling things. 

"Vic?" I said, getting worried. He was kinda scaring me. From what I could hear, it sounded like he was saying names, as well as the words 'help'. Something was very wrong.

I moved closer to the side of the bed as his breathing deepened. He let out a loud whimper as my eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. Immediately after I sat down on the edge of the bed beside him, he let out a heart wrenching scream. My eyes widened as he trashed around more, nearly hitting me.

"It hurts!" He cried, his eyes still closed. 

I placed my hand on his shoulder.

"Vic, wake up." I said loudly.  He continued you scream and move violently, and it scared the hell out of me. His breathing was erratic, and I knew he has breathing a lot harder than he should have been.