Daily Battles

Part 4

The last chapter of this series. It was a good one, I think.

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***Day 14***

You wake up the next morning slightly dazed. At first you panick when you realize your not in your bed, but then, last nights memories flood your mind and you relax a little.

"Morning half pint." The annoying voice of James greets you. You sit up only slightly wincing from the pain in your leg.

"Morning." You yawn. Looking over you see him at the stove. "What are you making?"

He smirks. "Hungry? I ran and got eggs this morning. Figured you would need the protein for your leg."

You frown. "Did you get any sleep at all?" James shakes his head.

"Nope. But don't worry half pint, I don't sleep much these days..."

You can't help but feel slight guilty. He turns the burner off and walks over lifting you up from his jacket. "Come on, time to eat." You can tell he's being extra careful, his steps are soft like a stalking cat, and his arms are still as glass. He's also antagonizingly slow.

You huff. "I'm not like tramutized, or anything like that James." You joke. "Well maybe a little, but I'm not scared of you or anything, so you don't have to be so slow." You reassure him.

He sets you down before a plate that you can use as a table, and spills eggs on it. "Yeah well...it doesn't hurt to be careful." He mumbles. It's not that dark. The storm seemed to have eased off, but the lights are not on.

"Did the power come back?" You ask hopefully.

He shakes his head. "No, the stove is gas not electric. If you were wondering." He adds. You nod in understanding and begin to dig into the eggs.

While you both eat you notice that he keeps shooting sad looks at you. After about ten minutes you throw your hands on the plate. "Stop looking at me like that! I'm not gonna die just because my leg is busted up. Geez your making me depressed." You groan dramatically in an attempt to lighten the mood, but it seems to have the opposite affect of what you wanted.

"I'm leaving (Y/N)." James states suddenly.

Your jaw drops. "...I was kidding.." you whisper.

"No, it's not that." He ducks his head, but you can see the small smile. "I've stayed here way to long. I need to go."

"Where? And why?" You begin. "What do you mean you've stayed to long? Is it the smell? It gets a little musky when it rains but—"

That gets a small chuckle out of him. "I don't know, because I'm kinda on the run, and it's not the smell. I promise."

You munch on some eggs for a minute, "Figures he's on the run" you think. A sharp pang in your chest flairs. "Well, I'll miss you...do....do you think I'll ever see you again?"

"Actually," he rubs his neck. "I was hoping to take you with me."

Your jaw drops again. "W-What?!" You splutter. "Go with you? Are you insane? Just because you caught me doesn't mean I want the whole frickin world to see me!" You couldn't leave! This was your house— your parents house! You knew every nook and cranny, every memory you have ever made was here!

"Come on (Y/N)! Do you think you can make it long with your leg? You can't walk, you can't get food." He rationalizes. "And what if there's another rat? You said so yourself, you wanted to see different places!"