Dead Love

Returning

A:N/ Changed the story name to 'Dead Love.' Thanks to my awesome friend Tesneem for thinking of the name. :) 

"Pst," Grace whispered through the doorway, while on watch duty. She looked over at Emmit, who was still slung over the bed sleepily. "Emmit!" she hissed.

Emmit groaned and stirred in his sleep. Within a few seconds, Emmit felt himself being violently shook. 

"Emmit, get up!" Grace hissed louder this time.

Emmit peeled his heavy eyes open. Grace was leaned over him,  shaking his shoulders.

"You can stay there if you want," Emmit offered in a heavy, half-sleep voice. Grace rolled her eyes and stood up. She grabbed his arm and tugged.

"Come," she said through struggled breaths, "on."

After watching in amusement as Grace tried to get him up, Emmit chuckled and hopped to his feet, now towering over her. He looked over at an alarm clock sat on a small dresser, it read: 7:10. Grace ushered Emmit quickly and quietly out of the double doors of the room and into the backyard.

Emmit lazily rubbed his eyes and mumbled, "We are not going to school this early, psycho."

Grace was surprised to find Emmit's breath to smell unexpectedly odorless. She furrowed her brows at Emmit in confusion as they settled on a sidewalk out of view of Grace's house.

Emmit noticed her staring at him fixedly. "What?"

"Your breath," Grace said, confused. "It doesn't smell."

Emmit nodded. "The caso comes with it's benefits." He lifted his arms. "Odorless pits and fresh breath, baby."

"Where do I order my prescription...," Grace murmured.

Emmit laughed, then looked around. "Where are we going?"

"My favorite donut shop."

Emmit was not excited. "I don't really eat donuts. Call it a low-fat zombie diet."

"Speaking of which," Grace said. "I was meaning to ask you. If you don't eat...well...normal food, how did you drink that coffee with me last night?"

"I forced it down," Emmit replied. "It was awful."

Grace nodded slowly in understanding and grabbed Emmit's wrist. She led him down the road, sprinted across a busy intersection and finally halted before a donut shop.

"Whoa, slow down there," Emmit said. "And I thought I went ballistic when hungry."

"It was a long night," Grace said as she pushed open the door of the donut shop; it chimed as the two entered.

As Grace ordered her three glazed donuts, Emmit sat backwards on a metal chair and lay his arms across the back of it where his back should have been. Once paying for and receiving her donuts, Grace plopped down at a chair opposite of Emmit and dug in.

As Grace devoured her sugary breakfast, she peered up to see an amused looking Emmit laughing at her. She furrowed her brows. "What?" she asked with her mouth full.

Emmit shook his head. "For such a small girl, you have a very large appetite."

Grace shrugged. "What are you going to do about your dad-doctor or whatever he is?"

He pondered the question before letting out a sigh. "I don't really want to think about that. It pisses me off. I'll talk to the boys at school, see if they can convince Doc to take me back. Although, I'm not so sure I want to."

Grace nodded. "When do you need more of the drug?"

"One dose every month," Emmit replied. "I've already had my dose for this month. Extra actually."