The Only Exception

Part #4

I return at exactly eight p.m. Gareki looks a lot better, he must have took a bath because all the dried blood is now gone only to leave behind the deepest cuts I've ever seen. He is also in the extra clothing that was in the dresser. My stomach growls and I wished Mitzi would have shared some of my dinner. But she did deserve it more than me so it was alright. Gareki shifted in the bed and looked at me with clouded grey eyes. He sits up and motions for me to come over. Ever since he got captured he's been having really bad nightmares that he sometimes acts out, almost like sleep walking. I can tell by the cloudiness and how glazed his eyes are that he's having another nightmare reenactment. Slowly and cautiously I take a step toward him. He looks at me emotionlessly, it's almost looks like he's looking right through me. I place my hand on his head, big mistake. He jerks his head up toward my arm and snarls as he bites down. I scream and struggle but that only makes it worse. He finally stops long after hunks of my flesh are torn from my forearm and lay bloodied on the floor. His eyes go back to their normal state which tells me he's awake. I back myself into a corner and start crying.

Gareki's P.O.V

Finally the world comes back into sight. I must have had another nightmare. I yawn and then retch as the foul taste of blood took over my mouth. I look at my feet only to find bits of flesh in a puddle of blood on the floor. I hear slight whimpering and sniffling and look to find a horrified Nai in the corner. I happily bound toward him but he screams in terror and looks frantically around to find a way to get away. I look at his arm to find bits missing from it and blood soaking almost the whole right side of his uniform top. I gasp and frantically look around for supplies to fix it. I find some bandage and slowly approach him again. I put my hand on his cheek and rub little circles on it with my thumb. He gingerly puts his hand on top of mine and interlock our fingers. He lets me clean and wrap his arm without a word. It finally dawns on me, "Did I do this to you?" I watch in pure fear as he nods his head and tells me the story. I pull him close and he tenses up then allows himself to relax. "I'm so sorry I would never hurt you on purpose." I stroke his soft hair and whisper to him. "I know." He whispers back and starts drifting off in my embrace. I put him in the bed and crawl in next to him. I wrap my arms around him and begin to drift off myself.