Curiosity Killed the Cat

I Love You.

Kat's POV

It takes forever for me to come to, out of the murky darkness. A soft pillow sits under my head. A tube sticks out of my arm and snakes all around the floor, attached to a machine. I struggle to sharpen my vision from its fuzziness, but all I'm able to see is the bed, the cool, white tiled floor, and a boy sitting at my side with his head resting on the bed. At least, I'm pretty sure it's a boy. The figure stirs a bit, enough to make me realize that it's Jason.

Hold up. Could've sworn I blew his face off fairly recently. Even the thought of it sends pain shooting through my chest. I killed the only person in the world who ever cared about me. It's a hallucination. The drugs pumped into my body are giving me false hopes, making me see the thing that I want to most.

"Hey," I slur.

The figure's eyes snap open and its hands rapidly reach for mine. My eyes focus more, and there's no doubt that it's Jason.

Impossible, I think.

"You're awake! Are you in pain? How are you? I mean, like how are you feeling?" He splutters.

"Dizzy," I answer. "Who are you? It can't be..."

The gray intensity in his eyes suddenly look crestfallen. "You mean you don't remember me?"

"No, it's not that... I'm hallucinating, aren't I? I'm probably talking to a wall right now. You're dead," I say. More pain in my chest.

Jason grins. "Nope. Lost my eye, but that's about it."

"Huh?"

"Surprise! Can't believe no one told you."

My eyes well up with tears. If my brain is playing tricks on me, I don't know how I'll ever be able to recover.

"Don't cry! I'm not mad or anything. I'd probably shoot me in the face too if I were you."

I smile feebly, acknowledging his joke. "I guess they managed to retrieve my memories without frying my brain."

"I should be dead, but they have some new technology that saved me. Makes patients heal crazy fast or something."

So that's what they're using us for. Well, besides for genetic engineering. I have a strong urge to tell Jason what they're doing, but I can't. Not yet. He would do something reckless to the point where Quinn would know I said something. Then we'd all be dead. I'll have to play this all very carefully.

Jason touches my face softly, his pale eye fixed intensely on mine. A bandage covers the left side of his face, and probably will for quite some time.

"Missed you," I murmur.

Jason pulls me in close, until our noses are pressed together. "I love you."

My heart does a somersault from the desire and passion in his voice.

But my brain has to immediately disagree with his words. I'm not the same girl you fell in love with months ago.

"This would be the time to say something," he whispers against my lips. He needs me to reassure him of something that I can't guarantee. Those three words are powerful. They're a promise, in a way.

And I can't afford to promise anything. Not yet. Not when I'm in the mess I am in now. The words are left frozen on my tongue, unspoken.

Hurt registers on his face for a split second, but disappears quickly as his arms wrap around me, trailing around my waist. His lips press against mine, at first soft but become hungrier and more passionate with each kiss. I love you, his lips try to convince me.

My hands begin to tremble from nervous excitement. I pull away slightly, only to have him push more into my lips, his kisses are desperate and hungry now, as if searching for something more.

"Jason," I mumble in protest.

This seems to bring him back to his senses. He regains his self control. "Sorry," he says, suddenly looking ashamed.

I kiss him on the forehead. I'm exhausted, both from the drugs in my system and from what just happened, whatever that was. I can't fully understand it. We've kissed before, and at the time I barely even knew what that was. But this was different. Passionate desire fills my chest and makes me flustered. My heart flutters in a strange way, something I've never experienced. It scares me. I made him stop because I never knew feelings like that existed.

"You should rest," he says.

"Don't leave," I murmur.

"Never."

He slides under the thick blanket with me and wraps his arms around my waist. His head rests between my neck and shoulder, as if it was meant to be there. A perfect fit.

"I love you too," I'm about to say, but I drift off into the dark depths of sleep before I'm able to.

Author's Note:
*fangirls* THIS CHAPTER WAS SO FUN TO WRITE! Anywho, hope you guys enjoyed! :D You should comment and vote. Right now. Do it.