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Phantoms of Hope (Nate and Mat+Steph) (Part 4)

"Is there anything else you need?" Nate shook his head and closed his eyes.

"I'm fine now," he murmured, tired. "I just need some rest." Cristina nodded, understanding, and bent over to pick up his empty cup. She turned to the kitchen, but then she hesitated and turned around again.

"Why didn't you call me?" She asked quietly. Nate opened his eyes a little. "You could've called. You needed help, I would have come." Nate let out a small sigh and let his head loll.

"Even after I yelled at you?" He mumbled. Cristina tilted her head and fixed him with a solemn gaze.

"I upset you," she said, "I was the one egging you on. I'm sorry, it was such a stupid argument." Nate shook his head.

"No, I-I was such an ass. I should have been more considerate." Cristina set the cup down and knelt by his side.

"Nathan, no. If you think you're at fault, then we both are wrong." She leaned and put her forehead on his. "What do you say we forgive and forget?" She murmured. Nate nodded.

"I'd like that," he whispered. Cristina smiled and tilted her head, and their lips met. They kissed briefly, but their hearts hummed in reunited companionship. Cristina smiled and brushed his hair back in order.

"Now get some sleep." She pecked his forehead and backed away. Nate watched as she picked the cup up again and made her way into the kitchen to wash it.

"I don't suppose you called the ambulance, did you?" He called.

"What?" The sink turned off. "No, I was at home when the hospital called me," she answered. "They told me your neighbors made the call."

"My neighbors?"

"Yes. A couple, I believe is what I was told." Nate frowned and rubbed his head. His thoughts were foggy, but he remembered very clearly not meeting any of his neighbors. As a famous music artist, it would have been dangerous; he could have gotten trampled by stalking fangirls from worldwide- and that's a genuine concern, there's no being snobbish about it!

"Did they give a name?" He asked.

"I don't know, sorry. You'd have to call the doctor."

"All right." And then he said, "I haven't cleaned out your stuff yet, if you want to stay the night." Cristina bit her lip thoughtfully, and then she nodded.

"I'd like that." She smiled, and Nate smiled back. "Good night then. Get some rest." She draped a blanket over him, turned off the light for Nate, and went on her way to the bedroom. Nate watched her go, and then he reached for his phone to call the doctor. He squinted in the bright artificial light as he scrolled through his calls history, but then he stopped. His tired eyes widened.

According to Nate's phone, he had made the call himself.

Mat kept his breathing quiet and even as he listened in the darkness. It was the middle of the night now. Nate was snoring softly, and he seemed to be relaxed and at peace. Okay. The borrower took a deep breath. Here it goes. He separated from the shadows and trekked across the floor. He used his borrowing hook to get up on the coffee table, and then he studied the distance between the table and the couch. That's going to be a big leap. But if I want to wake Nate up and see if he would hurt me, then I have to take that chance. It'll be a big fall if I don't make it though... No, just stick to the positives. You're doing this for your family, Mat, for your family! You can do this! He took a few breaths, backed up as far as he could, and then he ran for it. He flung himself off the edge, and his jump took him almost all the way onto the couch- except he slammed into the side of the armrest and gasped as the breath was knocked out of him. He scrabbled to get a hold when the blanket suddenly shifted, and he looked up to see a familiar pair of human eyes on him.