The fall (pt 2 To The asylum)

Chapter 3

The light shining in from the window heats up my face, and it's enough to pull me out of the dull slumber of sleep. I feel something breathing in my ear, and I exhale slowly, melting into Harper's body.

Wait a minute.

Something's not right.

It's not like I'm in pain or anything, I actually feel quite nice except for the normal pounding of my head, but something's missing.

Woah.

Holy shit.

I didn't have a nightmare.

For the first time in what seems like forever, I didn't have a nightmare.

"Harper." I say quietly, feeling slightly guilty for waking him, because he seems so peaceful, calm and steadily breathing against my body, arms around my waist, a small smile on his face.

He just grunts in response.

"Harper." I laugh softly. "You fell asleep."

"I know." He grumbles sleepily, lips two inches from my ear.

"I didn't have a nightmare."

His eyes snap open. "Oh my god." He sounds surprised, but happy. His grip around my waist loosens. "Me neither! I didn't have a nightmare, oh my god. Do you know how long it's been since that happened?! Holy Jesus..."

"Harper." I laugh, brushing some of his morning hair out of his face. "Calm down."

He laughs loudly. "Are you kidding me?! I haven't slept like that since the motorcycle accident! Oh my god.."

I decide to let him continue his little moment, seeing that there's really not another option, and it may or may not be ridiculously adorable.

"What time is it?" I yawn when he's finished, wiggling out of Harper's grip to roll over towards his nightstand.

"I don't know, like, noon."

I almost fall off the bed.

I jump out of the covers, causing Harper to startle, and grab the small clock on the nightstand. 11:30.

crapcrapcrapcrapcrap.

"What's wrong?!" Harper says, throwing the covers off of himself and sitting up, rubbing his eyes.

"I have to get home, now, I need my medicine."

Harper's expression darkens. "What do you mean?"

"I was supposed to take the medicine two hours ago, I have to get it in my system before the things start happening again. Dammit Dammit Dammit."

Usually, I take my medicine in the morning when I wake up, as long as it's before 9:00. If I don't, well, the visions start coming back. Preventing those awful things is about the only thing the damned pills are good for.

"Crap, Harper, I'm sorry, but I have to go." I say quickly, climbing out of the bed and attempting to stand up.

"Wait-"

"I'm sorry." I sigh, finally managing to get to my feet, and walking towards the door.

"WAIT." He says loudly, and I stop halfway out. He looks like he's begging. "Will you come back later? Please? I promise I'll be out of bed."

I shift my weight, tapping my foot anxiously. "When?"

"I don't know, just like some time this afternoon. If you could sleep over, that'd be great too." He smiles cheekily, sounding exhausted despite the fact we both slept pretty soundly.