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For Amanda & Holly, the best Alex & Addison that I know.

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Silence Speaks {::} Addison
She crept in on tiptoe. He was asleep, she hoped, and she was not about to wake him. Faint silver ribbons of moonlight slithered past the half-drawn curtains, caressing his face. Her breath hitched in her throat at the sight of his restless features. Her fingertips ached to stroke his feverish cheek in the dark, untouched streaks, but she held back. His body was still, bundled in the kindness of their soft sheets. He had a plush pillow to cradle his head and soothe him to sleep. Alex had everything he needed there, yet his chest shuddered. Resting her hand over her own, she felt the trembling match his quivering pace.Â
The redhead promised to keep her distance. With legs tucked neatly underneath her, she settled to the adjacent couch cushion, her eyes turned on him again. The moonlight continued to drift peacefully by, paying no heed to the situation. Such things could not catch illness. Closing her heavy eyes for a moment, she expelled a sigh in the stillness. If only she could be free like that. She could hover over his shoulder, brushing back his tousled hair. She could surround him in her comfort, silently drawing the illness from his veins with the passage of time. Addison envied the moonlight and its icy fingertips.Â
Flickers of discomfort danced across his features as he passed through various levels of consciousness. There was peace, and calm, and the grotesque chaos that came with pain. Addison drew in a deep breath as if it might relieve him, but it was fruitless labor. His remarkably strong body seemed so fragile now. It was wrought with rash and chills; diseased with a sickness that once meant a death sentence. He continued to ask her why she worried, his words echoing in her mind even now, but the answer never came to her tongue.Â
Her response was never meant to be verbalized. She worried for all the things they shared--all the things they could lose. Even the most tempered steel could be weakened or destroyed. She worried for the moments when their eyes met and wouldn't come away from each other; for the touches that soothed frayed nerves and the embraces that fortified their strengths to protect their weaknesses. The man struggling to be well again was her source of solace and her foundation when everything crumbled down around her ears. Without him, she would be vulnerable. Exposed.
She worried because it was how she cared. Mental energy wasted on 'what if's and days spent away from work to mend his broken wing were well worth it. She worried because he was worth it.Â
She couldn't take it anymore. The mistress of the night sky was threatening to encase him in ice when he deserved to be wrapped in her calm radiance. Rising to her feet, she crept beneath the blankets, ignoring every warning he'd given her to stay away. He was ailing, and he wanted to protect her, but he was the one who needed this. Pressing her cool body against his back, she let out another sigh. His feverish skin warmed hers. Her arm found its way around his waist, her nose nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Here, she could feel his heart thump against her chest. She knew he could feel hers, too. It was eagerly fluttering, elated by the feeling of being home again.Â
Pressing a kiss to his neck, she closed her eyes. Her loving praises slipped effortlessly out in a whisper as the moonlight began to soothe her toward slumber. Now, she could protect him. Now, she could heal him in ways medicines simply couldn't.Â
I love you...
[Private] Home
No, you can’t get me anything. I’m fine, Addison… *swallows painfully* But I’d feel better if you go read to Gabe or something. Despite how much I love you staring at me.
Do you promise to get some sleep? *gives him a stern look*

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How's your wussy husband?
My ‘wussy’ husband has a potentially fatal disease.Â
At the rate Coop’s going, i swear he’ll be claiming the same by tomorrow. He’s got a little bit of the flu and he’s acting like the Plague has hit Seattle.
This isn't a joke, Charlotte. Stop acting like it's funny.
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He’s just scared. We’ve been through a lot lately. But that’s good that you made sure he understood… *nuzzles head into pillow, trying to formulate words* I’ve been better. But then I’ve also been worse.
*nods* Can I get you anything? More water, maybe?
How's your wussy husband?
My ‘wussy’ husband has a potentially fatal disease.Â
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*closes eyes for a few seconds* How’s Gabe?
He's okay... worried. He asked me if you were dying. I'm not sure why he seems to think that every time one of us gets sick. I set him straight. How are you?
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*softly smirks* It’s not the 1800’s anymore, Addison. I’ll live.
*smiles weakly* I know. Doesn't mean I don't want to watch and make sure.Â

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Making you sleep there.
It's not your fault... and I'm not trying to sleep yet. I just... *sighs* I want to make sure you're okay before I sleep.Â
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*deadpan* I’m sorry.
Huhm? *perks up a bit* Sorry for what?
[Private] Home
*squirms to get comfortable, watching Alex sleep from the safety of a chair*Â
I think I'm dying.
*flinches and pulls away from her touch, craning his neck to inspect the rash with her* Scarlet fever. *blows out a sigh before chuckling humorously to himself* I am making medical history… just not in the way I hoped.
*scowls* Shut up. This is bad... You lay down and stay there. I'll bring you some water, and I'm going to call the doctor.Â
I think I'm dying.
*looks down as she does* What the hell? *looks back up at her, and then down again at the flaming redness of his skin* That’s not good.
*reaches out tenderly to touch it* ... Does it hurt? *inspects it more closely* You don't think you...? No, you couldn't.Â

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I think I'm dying.
No, I’m staying here, just give me a cool towel or something. *takes a deep breath and struggles to get his wife beater off*
*sighs and leans in to help make it easier for him* Fine, I'll try it, but if it won't come down, you're getting in the tub. *sits back for a minute and gasps* What.... what is that?
I think I'm dying.
Told you, I’m dying.
I don’t know. Two hours ago?
*tugs back the blankets* Come on. We're going to get you cooled off.Â