A Place That Only We Know

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

 

Alina left shortly after she had made sure that Alan had dinner and promised to be back by morning so they could have morning tea. Eric and Alan talked the night away, getting to know each other a lot better. Eric had never met someone like Alan. Someone who had to stare death in the face with each passing day. Eric was truly proud of his newly found friend. He had never met anyone who wanted someone to love him so badly either. Eric thought it was sweet. They talked and talked and talked until Alan, the poor soul, fell asleep talking. Eric, per usual, was left alone again. He didn't mind though. Alan looked awfully cute when he was sleeping. Eric had never really met a male that he actually liked either. Actually developed feelings for. It was strange. Unfortunately, though, after they both left the hospital they probably weren't going to see each other ever again. Eric prayed that that wouldn't be the case. He wanted to get to know Alan, he wanted to care for him, love him, and protect him. 

 

The night went by seemingly quickly for Eric. He didn't mind whispering his thoughts to a sleeping Alan. It wasn't like he could hear anyways. It was no problem. Just as the Scottish reaper began to fall asleep the door opened and he quickly opened his eyes. In walked Alan's sister just as she did the night before. Eric looked up at the clock. Seven-thirty sharp. Eric's eyes looked over to Alan, who was curled up in a small ball, then looked up to Alina. Just from the first time he "met" Alina he didn't much like her, he came close to hating her after she told Alan that he didn't seem like a good person. Eric thought he was a wonderful person. 

 

"Will you stop watching me?" Alina asked as she began setting up the tea on the small table in the room. "It gets a little nerve wracking." Eric blinked a few times before he looked over at a sleeping Alan again. The brunette's cheek was squished slightly against his pillow while his left arm hung off of the bed slightly. Eric fought back the urge to lean over and gently hold the younger reaper's hand until he woke up.

 

"I think ye should let 'im sleep fer a while longer." Eric said quietly, his eyes still on Alan. "'E looks pretty worn out if ye ask me. 'E needs rest after an attack."

 

"And how would you know that?" She asked as she put two tea cups on saucers. "You don't know anything about the Thorns."

 

"An' how would ye know tha'?" Eric echoed in a mocking tone. "I know I might look stupid but I swear on me ever lovin' life that I ain't." Alina turned around and glared at Eric. Who the hell did he think she was?

 

"I'm sorry, Eric, but do you know who I am? I am the eldest child of Aaron and Alice Humphries; I am the heir to the Humphries family, the owner of the Humphries family business, and most importantly I am the older sister and caretaker of Alan Humphries. I know everything about him and last I checked you know nothing. I suggest you just lay off. You wouldn't know how to take care of him." Eric glared at Alina. Alina, upon ending her argument, turned around and continued to fix the morning tea. She inhaled slowly, quietly. Was this jealousy she was feeling inside of her? Jealousy over that Eric fellow? She sighed and shook her head. It couldn't be. She was just getting protective over Alan, that was all. Yes.. That was it.

 

Eric continued to glare at Alan's sister, refusing to take his eyes off of the back of her head. Slowly he sighed and let his eyes once again fall upon Alan. This time, though, Alan wasn't sleeping. His eyes were slowly fluttering open. Eric smiled. He had just met Alan but he was probably the most precious thing he had ever seen. Probably the most beautiful as well. Slowly Alan reached over to the bedside table and grabbed his glasses before he slowly slipped them on, not moving from the position that he had been previously sleeping in. He blinked a few times through his glasses, getting used to the brightness of the room before he looked up at Eric. Almost instantly a smile spread across his face. A true, genuine smile. Eric looked back down at Alan through his tinted glasses before he smiled back, wanting to wrap the small reaper into a tight hug.