#001 fluff

The door opening brought your attention finally to something else so you wouldn’t have to stare at the god-awful white walls and listen to the ticks of the clock. A woman appeared wearing a similar outfit to you, beaming once she saw you sitting stiffly at the staff table. She walked over fast, her heels clicking against the floor as she did.

“Hi (Y/N)!” Lisa greeted as she sat across from you, helping herself to the box of stale treats that sat upon the table. “Mhm, you won’t believe this.” She spoke as she bit into a pastry. 

Lisa amazed you. She was always positive and perky despite being a prisoner at the laboratory the moment she stepped foot onto the grounds. She knew everyone and seemed to know everyone’s business. At first, you found her unnerving due to the positive energy but now found her energy much needed to combat the dull and even grim energy that roamed the lab halls.

“Oh? Please tell me what I simply won’t believe.” Your words were nothing to her as she finished her treat and leaned towards you. “Mary and David, you know them, right?” She grabs your wrist as she talks, “Linda says that she saw them together. Like together, together.” You can’t help the look of confusion that crossed your face at the news. “But I thought Mary was married?” 

“So did I! But Linda says that she saw them being closer than just friends. Now I know I shouldn’t say this but.” Lisa’s voice drops to a whisper, “Is it really that bad? I mean we are kinda stuck here for God knows how long. Do you really think she’s ever going to see him again?” Her words cause you to pause and frown.

Lisa was partly correct. Anyone who became an orderly or even a nurse was trapped in the laboratory. Any family or spouses you had, you had to leave behind entirely to commit to your job. You knew Mary wasn’t going to see her husband again. And if she did, it wouldn’t be for years and years. Who knew if he would even be alive when she could. Or if she would be alive.

“Well, I guess congrats to her for finding some happiness in this place.” You finally speak after a ghost of a minute. 

Lisa lets go of your wrist to steal a sip of your coffee, face scrunching up in displeasure as she does. “That’s awful. I can’t tell what’s worse, the amount of sugar you added or the coffee.” Her words causing you to roll your eyes in response. 

“Is that all you have to tell me? The paper must be dry today.” Lisa snorts at your words before placing down the dirt water you had to call coffee. “Actually...” Her voice grows in pitch, immediately causing you to squint your eyes at her in distrust. “Lisa. Whatever you are about to tell me, better not make me walk out of this staff room.” You warn the woman who has a Cheshire grin on her face.

“Supposedly you have yourself an admirer. John told Linda, who told me, that he saw Peter watching you. And from what he said, it isn’t the first time he’s been caught staring at you.” Her words cause your cheeks to grow warm as you lean back in the squeaky staff chair.

Your feelings for the tall blond man were well known across the staff. You couldn’t even count the dozens of times you had been caught simply watching him as he did his daily tasks. You weren’t even sure what about him stole your attention, or why anytime you and him shared brief words you found yourself breathless and suddenly so aware of everything around you.

Peter was so perfect it unnerved you. No matter the time of the day you found yourself finally getting a glimpse of him, nothing about him was out of order. Not a single stray hair out of place nor a single wrinkle on his pristine white shirt.

But maybe that’s why you liked the man so much. Despite how he perfectly blended into everything the lab represented and was, you still couldn’t get him off your mind. He always lingered in the back of your mind as you cleaned or even while you prepared to turn in for the night.

“Peter watches everyone. There isn’t much else to do when we are stuck in the same cycle everyday. Remember he works directly with the kids. Dr.Brenner probably wants him to be aware of everything around him.” You grabbed your mug and placed it away from you both as you frowned. “Yeah but-” The staff room door opening cut the conversation short as you both turned to glance at who had entered.

Sure enough, there was the man of the hour. Peter almost seemed surprised at the presence of you two but quickly masked it with a polite smile. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything?” He questioned, tone curt and polite.

“No! I mean, no. I was just leaving. I gotta get back to work anyways, always on the clock.” Lisa was quick to stand, throwing you a look as she did. “I’ll see you later (Y/N), It was nice seeing you as well Peter.” Lisa was quick to say her goodbyes and all but flee the staff room leaving you alone with the man.

You couldn’t help but blink in shock at the now empty chair. Shock soon took over as you realized she had all but abandoned you with Peter.

“May I?” Peter’s question brought you out of your thoughts as you turned to see him gesturing to the now empty chair Lisa had once sat in. “Oh yes! Go ahead. It’s the staff room after all.” You quickly cringe as you accidentally state the obvious.

If Peter had noticed your stumble, he chose to ignore it as he sat himself down across from you. As always, he looked perfectly put together. Nothing out of place.

A moment of silence passes as the clock ticks to fill the space.

“So..how's your day going?” You asked the blond man across from you who smiled at your question.

“It’s going fine so far. It’s only about noon?” He pauses to glance at the staff clock, “Yes, only noon. The kids are taking a small break before attending to more lessons so I decided to spend my break here. I wasn’t expecting company though.” 

“Oh, I could leave, if you want to be alone?” Peter shakes his head at his words and waves a hand. “No, In fact I’m glad you’re here. I feel like we never get to have time alone.” You feel the warmth return once more, his words immediately causing your brain to turn.

You begin to fidget, running your finger against the table in a line repeatedly. “Yeah, we both are pretty busy huh? Me cleaning this whole place and you working with the kids. I’ve seen you with them, you are great with them. Not trying to be creepy or anything...” You trail off feeling shyness begin to creep on you.

“I could say the same to you.” You raise an eyebrow in confusion at his words. “I’ve seen you talk to them when you think nobody is looking. The younger children seem to adore you.”

“Oh, I guess I wasn’t as sneaky as I thought I was. I can’t help it; I’ve always had a soft spot for kids. I used to babysit the neighborhood kids when I was a teenager. My friends couldn’t believe I’d rather spend my nights after school watching toddlers or screaming five-year-old’s.” You chuckle as you speak.

“That’s good though. The kids need positive interactions between everything. And with how you seem to brighten up when talking to them, I would say it helps both you and them.” You both share a kind smile at his words. “They always get so happy when you enter to clean and give them that smile you always do. You don’t fake liking them and you don’t show fear towards them.”

“Of course not. They are just kids at the end of the day, they need kindness as they grow. I know Dr.Brenner doesn’t want us interacting with the children outside of professional acts, I just can’t help it. Rather it be just a smile at one of them or a small conversation, I’m not going to ignore them or treat them like how some of the other staff does.” Your nail tingles as you finally release your finger from the cycle of a line.

“Well still, it’s good what you are doing. It’s risky but I’m sure the children can’t help but get excited anytime you enter the rainbow room. That smile of yours no doubt making their day. I know it makes mine.” His words make your heart pound in your chest.

 Peter’s expression changes to one of almost shyness, a look you had yet to ever see on his face. “Although I must admit, I can’t help but feel jealous when you turn and smile at anyone else that isn’t me. I know it’s silly as you are simply smiling at the children or even other staff, but I can’t help the jealousy that fills my mind.” Peter speaks as if his words don’t carry the weight of dozens of apples falling from a tree.

“Excuse me?” You found yourself whispering as your face grew boiling hot at the sudden words from the blond man.

“Oh, would you look at the time? I must be returning back to children for lessons.” His words are fast and rushed as he speaks, panic outlining them. As you steal a look at Peter as he stands up, you catch sight of his flushed cheeks. The red staining them almost like a paint splatter.

“Peter wait-” “I’ll see you soon I assume?” He questions as he all but throws himself away from the table and towards the door.

You knew if anyone walked in, you and Peter would be a sight for sore eyes. The shock painting your features and the red exploding on his face would no doubt be a pair the staff would never get tired of gossiping about for months.

Mouth unable to form words, you simply nodded as he opened the staff door.

“Goodbye (Y/N).”

“Goodbye Peter.” You respond as he all but runs out of the room, leaving you sitting at the staff table in shock.

His words replay in your mind as you bring a hand up to gently touch your cheeks that were flushed with warmth. You can’t help the small giggle that escapes you as you replay his words non stop in your mind.

You had been awake for hours, staring up at the white popcorn ceiling in the dark. Alone, you were left to your own thoughts as the others slept soundly, piled on top of each other. 

Eddie's soft snores filling the room in comfortable white noise. Robin babbling incomprehensibly, her arms and legs twitching every now and then under the weight of Steve. Your eyes cast over them and to the table. 

You couldn't even read the bright red numbers on Steve's bedside clock anymore, eyes too bleary and heavy. 

You needed to get up, tip toe around and just contemplate every decision you had made up until this moment. How had it all come here? 

Were you simply this poor of a decision maker, or like Rome, did all roads lead here? Roads to an inevitable demise, started with you. 

You knew deep down that they all blamed you for everything, the walls whispering the words in the silence.

You didn't give the old floorboards the chance to whine, as your sock clad feet almost floated over them. The Harrington house was so silent that the lock on the front door being turned sounded like a gunshot. You took a deep breath before pulling open the door. 

In your sleepy confusion you didn't understand at first that beyond the now open door was misty daylight, and pouring rain outside of Hawkins Lab. Looking behind you back into the house it was still pitch black. 

You left the door open as you moved to a window. Beyond the window was Steve's street, no rain, and dark enough that the stars and moon alone illuminated the street.

Looking out the door once more, you decided to go out. 

You're kinda cute but it's raining harder

My shoes are now full of water

Lovely to be rained on with you

Stepping out the door, you were immediately drenched. You felt sad and disappointed but could not remember why. 

Behind you was no longer Steve's house, but the front door of Hawkins Lab. Inside the glass doors, nurses rushed around, a receptionist sat at a front desk, nothing like how you remembered it. This looked more like a hospital than your personal hell. 

The walls inside were not stark white, there were messy rainbow circles taking up an entire wall. Clearly painted by young children. The Lab now had a lobby, and comfortable waiting room chairs.

Turning back to the parking lot and looking out at all the people running to their cars in the rain, you shivered.

The rain pounded against you as bounded down the steps, your arms wrapping around yourself, head down to keep the rain out of your eyes. 

It finally clicked, why had you walked to work on today of all days. Your memory was no longer foggy, completely clear, like coming out of a drunken haze. 

You had walked to work in the golden and pink light of the early morning, breathing in air so crisp and cold it almost felt sharp in your lungs.

How hadn't you seen the rain coming? How hadn't you smelled it in the air? You could feel that you were forgetting something, multiple things, it didn't make sense.

You looked down, Hawkins Lab had never given you real clothes. Or had they? It was becoming increasingly fuzzy as you walked further and further away from the door. 

The rain pounded almost painfully hard against your skin, but then it stopped, and you were left with just the sound of heavy rain hitting fabric. 

You looked up and there he was. Beautiful, angelic, almost ethereal in the foggy light. 

"Walk to work again, Y/N?" 

The words came out without thinking, shouting over the pounding rain, echoing underneath the canvas fabric of his jacket, "I didn't think it would rain!"

He smiles, "We never do! Do you want a ride home?" 

It's kinda cute but it's so short

Then you're drivin' me home

And I don't wanna leave

But I have to go

His car is warm, even in the bitter cold outside, the inside feels heated and cozy. The seats so soft and comfortable they almost reminded you of your bed and nearly pulled you into a blissful sleep. 

Your favorite music was playing softly, but something was clawing at the back of your brain, telling you that something was wrong. 

But how could something be wrong when he was right there, so close you could smell his Vanilla Bourbon cologne. A scent you could faintly recall from long ago, but now it consumed you and held you in it's embrace.

You looked at him and felt those same feelings you felt years ago, he was even more beautiful than you remembered. Though, your memory of him was tinted blood red, those memories were fading just as quickly as you could recall them. The fearful anxiety that filled your chest faded and faded so quickly you were left at a loss for words why you had been scared in the first place.

The silence was peaceful, but your favorite song still scratched in your head, but the uneasy feeling faded away like waves being pulled back into the sparkling ocean. 

"Are you okay?" He asked suddenly. 

You turned towards him, wondering how you'd found yourself in a fuzzy black blanket, "What?"

"Its just... You haven't said anything in a while, I wanted to check in on you. I know thunderstorms can be scary sometimes-"

"I love thunderstorms," you injected, "it's my favorite kind of weather." 

The corners of his lips twitched up into a sweet smile, "Thunderstorms, huh? What is it about them?" 

"I like the way the rain sounds from inside, and the rolling of the thunder, like a tidal wave of relief and peace rolling over. The light filling up a dark room for a moment, I love it all." 

His smile was bigger now, "I'll remember that." 

You kiss me in your car

And it feels like the start of a movie I've seen before

Before

He pulled up to the front of your house, putting his old beat up car, possibly a relic from his father's time, in park. 

You turned to him, heart pounding in your chest just as hard as the rain pounded against the exterior of the car, almost deafeningly loud. 

Your lips parted but no words came out, how on earth would you speak? It was like you had forgotten how to. You could feel it in the back of your throat, but it almost strangled you. 

Say something! Anything! Anything at all! Just make a single sound come out! 

He was experiencing the same, god he wanted to talk, he wanted to hear you talk, he'd listen to you for ages upon ages if he could. Your voice a sweet melody that has run though his head for as long as he could remember. 

The sound of your voice taking over every memory he has, even the ones he'd rather keep locked away inside, he closed his eyes for a moment, and put those memories back into their blood stained boxes.

You snuggled further into the dark warm fuzzy blanket, Henry dripped, the heat on high and turning the car into a sauna. 

His hair dripped and soaked into his already drenched shirt. Rivulets coating his body, water drip drip dripping off his nose in a way only romcoms correctly portrayed. 

Before you knew what was happening, his sweet lips were on yours. His hand cradling the back of your head, keeping you exactly where he wanted you. 

His lips were soft and warm and all you could think about, fireworks were going off behind your eyelids, this was perfect. Everything was perfect.

You stumbled backwards out of the car, him quickly following suit, his hand cupping your face as your back hit your front door.

His hands drifted down your body, his hands gripping at your hips and butt. You moaned into his mouth as he pulled your leg up to sit on his hip. 

You fell back into your house as he opened the door. 

Bedsheets, no clothes

Touch me like nobody else does

Lovely to just lay here with you

Golden light streamed in through slightly sheer curtains, illuminating his completely peaceful sculpted face. 

You laid there, just looking at him, eyes tracing his nose and lips, counting his eyelashes and the little freckles and "imperfections" that dotted his perfect skin. 

The golden light made him look even more angelic than normal, you could get used to this.

You're kinda cute and I would say all of this

But I don't wanna ruin the moment

Lovely to sit between comfort and chaos

The bright white lights of the Lab shone down on you, bathing you in their ugly florescence but you looked angelic all the same.

He watched from the rainbow room, hands full of the children's drawings just for you. In all of them, the two of you were depicted as parents. Him in a suit, and you in, what seemed to be, a 1950s style red dress. Of course all the kinds clothed you in red, they all knew it was your favorite color.

It was a dream of his, to have a family with you, but this was the closest the two of you could currently get. 

He could feel himself slipping, but looking at you brought him back. The way your eyes shone and sparkled with pure adoration of him.

His did the same, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turning up at the sight of your smile. He could swear that no one could ever be as perfect as you.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, letting you fall back into his embrace as he kissed at your neck, you giggling the whole time.

But it's over

Then you're drivin' me home

And it kinda comes out as I get up to go

You kiss me in your car

And it feels like the start of a movie I've seen before

Your favorite band played softly in the background. The car the same cozy warm blanket that wrapped you in the smell of him.

A sweet vanilla bourbon, that got you drunk and dazed. Lately you hadn't needed alcohol to get you drunk, only the idea of him.

You couldn't tell when the gray clouds had rolled over, and the rain, thunder, and lightning had started, but inside the warm cozy car, you couldn't help but be completely relaxed.

Like the way your body relaxes and drops all tension whilst falling asleep. Like a baby kitten being picked up by its mother by the scruff of its neck.

He smiled, the rain blurring the shapes outside, making it feel more like a watercolor painting than like real life.

But it's not real

And you don't exist

And I can't recall the last time I was kissed

He took your hand, pulling back your sweater sleeve to rub his thumb over your number tattoo. His striking blue eyes staring up at you for a moment, "We're just the same."

His shifting in the car's seat causing his stark white sleeve to shift up, revealing his own tattoo. Your stomach dropped seeing the numbers inked on his skin. It all came flooding back.

Your blood soaked memories staining the leather seats. Blood drip drip dripping down off everything like rain.

The sky rolling over red, lightning cracking loudly above head, followed quickly by deafening thunder.

Looking out of the old car window, everything was stained red, like the sky was a red piece of glass that made everything tinted.

You looked back at him, catching faint glimpses of the monster he's become.

Your chest tightening again, remembering all that had happened, and what it all meant.

It hits me in the car

And it feels like the end of a movie I've seen before

Before

Your back hit the car door, the window crank digging into your back. His hand came up to cradle your face, long claws appearing and disappearing almost faster than the eye could see.

"There's no need to be afraid, darling." His face almost glitching from angelic, to blood spattered, to demonic.

You cringed away from his hand, but he only followed, his voice becoming deeper, raspier, more demonic, "You loved me once, you can love me again."

Your breath hitched as tears rolled down your cheeks and coated his palms. He licked blood and tears off his fingers, smiling at you so sweetly.

~~~~~~~~~~

Steve rubbed his eyes, the morning light shining in through the blinds. Robin's legs tangled with his as they both dog piled on Eddie.

It took him a few moments to realize that you were not wrapped up in the pile as well, tattoo on your wrist, a symbol of protection.

He shook Robin awake, her drool leaving a wet patch on his shirt.

"Guys, guys, has anyone seen Y/N?" Robin shook her head, trying to snuggle into Steve's shoulder. Eddie threw his body off the bed, landing roughly on the floor to wake himself up.

Eddie's hair a wild tangled mess as he stood up, "Where's Y/N?"

Steve rolled his eyes, "That's what I woke you up for. I woke up and she was gone. Robin. Robin! Time to get up! We have to look for Y/N."

"Where'd Y/N go?"

"This is literally the entire point Robin." Steve dragged Robin out of bed, Eddie following suit. Robin stopped suddenly in front of Steve and Eddie, a horrible screech ripping through her throat.

"Oh my god." Robin's voice cracking as she fell to the carpeted floor, the downstairs hardwood stained red, your body twisted and bent, gaunt and gray.

~~~~~~~~~~

Henry's old blue car with the white top rolled up the driveway. A recreation of his old memory, one that previously angered and upset him, but now he was in his father's shoes.

He held the door open for you as you stepped out, willingly falling into his arms completely enamored by him. Clothed in a cute red 1950s style dress.

His old home in the background, a pretty yard with rose bushes, a tree with a perfect branch to hang a swing from. The perfect tree for a tree house. The perfect house with a perfect yard for a little family to keep you occupied in the prison of your mind.

Your boss had noticed how uneasy you were, and after an incident of you shattering a bottle of wine, after a customer had tapped you on the shoulder, she promptly asked you to go home and get some rest.

So arriving home, you kicked your shoes off, switched on the TV and collapsed on the couch. You tried to wind-down and relax, but you couldn’t. You hadn’t been able to relax, or even sleep, in what felt like days, and if you weren't careful, Peter would start to notice. You couldn’t worry him with this, he didn’t deserve more stress.

You jolted at the sudden sound of the front door opening. It was only Peter. “You’re home early darling,” Peter said, spotting you on the couch.

“Yeah, work sent me home early,” you said.

“How come,” Peter sat next to you, giving you a quick peck on the forehead.

“Couldn’t concentrate, the told me to go home,” you shrugged.

“Oh,” Peter responded, “I’m going to make pasta tonight, your favourite,” He smiled.

“You don’t have to,” 

“Well, I bought the stuff for it at the little store next to work before I came home,” he remarked. 

“Any reason?” you queried.

“Just want to treat my favourite person,” he planted a kiss on your cheek, “Just stay here, and I’ll call you through  when it’s done,”

“Are you sure you don’t want any help?” you asked.

“I’m sure,” Peter stood up, “I have magic literally at my fingertips baby, you just relax,”

You stayed sat on the couch hearing the muffled clatter of pots and pans from the kitchen. You couldn’t relax. You thoughts were racing through your head.

What if Brenner found you?

What would he do to Peter?

What would he do to you?

Memories of the lab plagued your mind. 

...You awoke with a groan, your limbs still shaking. Your electrical burns bandaged, but still throbbing in pain. You blinked a couple of times to clear your vision. You were in the infirmary, the white curtains that surrounded your bed giving it away.

“You should’ve stayed away from Peter when I told you to!” Dr Brenner's angry voice pierced your ears, as yet another shock was delivered to your abdomen by an Orderly. 

“Please, make it stop, I’ll do anything!” you begged, tears streaming down your face. The pain was excruciating. You didn’t know how much more you could take of this. It felt as if your brain was bleeding out of your ears. Surely you wouldn’t make it...

You heard hushed voices from behind the curtains, “Please, just two minutes, I need to see them,” 

“Fine. Two minutes, not a second more. I’m not putting myself on the line for you Peter,” 

Peter. Peter was here. 

You watched as the curtains were pulled back, and promptly closed again, revealing Peter, “Hi darling,” he was whispered.

“Hi,” you croaked out, as your boyfriend kneeled down next to your bed, and gently held your hand in his.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, pressing his lips to the back of your hand.

“It’s not your fault,” you squeezed his hand reassuringly, “Just promise me one thing,”

“Anything my love,”

“Get us out of here. I don’t know how much longer I can bare this,” you choked out, eyes welling up with tears.

“I promise,”

“Darling, dinner’s ready!” Peter’s voice snapped you back from your trance.

You took a deep breath, as you  dragged yourself off from the couch, and into the dining room. Peter was placing your plate at your place on the table, “Would you like a drink?” he asked, pulling your chair out.

“Just water please,”

Peter returned less than a minute later, and set the water down on the table, “Looks amazing” you smiled at Peter as you spoke, “Thank you,”

“Not a problem. You know I quite enjoy making it,” Peter told you. He hadn’t been able to cook before in his life, and when you escaped, he had bought cookbooks-a-plenty. He had enjoyed creating and tasting all these new foods with you, lots of which he had never had heard of before.

You said little as you ate, preferring to simply listen to Peter talk about his day at work. You let out a small laugh as he told the story about how his co-worker had spectacularly tripped over his own two feet. Peter always had the ability to make you laugh when you were feeling down.

You and Peter finished eating, and you both stood up, bringing your empty plates into the kitchen. You went to turn on the hot tap, and wash up, when Peter grasped your arm, “I’ll do it later darling,” and as you opened your mouth to protest, he said “Ah, ah, I won’t hear it. Come on,”

Your boyfriend held your hand, leading you back into the living room, and onto the couch. He faced you, and clasped your hands in his, “What’s going on with you Y/N?”

“What do you mean?” you said, avoiding eye contact.

“Don’t pretend that you don’t know what I’m talking about,” Peter stated, “I’ve noticed how little sleep you’ve been getting, how jumpy you are, and how on edge you’ve been,” 

You swallowed. You didn’t know you’d been that obvious.

“Look at me,” Peter said softly, “You can talk to me. You always can. I just want to help you,”

You felt tears well up in your eyes. How could you tell him what was going on in your mind? Wouldn’t that just make him just as paranoid? Would he be angry that you were thinking about the lab, and not this new life you had made for yourselves?

You felt a couple tears drop from your eyes, and hastily removed your hand from Peter’s to wipe them. It couldn’t hurt to try and tell him. It’s just Peter. Your Peter.

“I just..” you took a deep breath, composing yourself, “I keep thinking about the lab, and what they did to me - what they did to us, and I just keep wondering...” you trailed off, letting more tears fall. 

“Wondering what, sweetheart?” Peter asked, wiping the tears from your face with his thumbs.

“What is they find us?” you blurted out, breathing heavily, “What if they take us back? What if they hurt us again?” your voice cracked as you spoke, “And, what if.. they take you away from me?” It was somehow worse to say out loud.

“Oh darling,” Peter pulled you into his lap, and wrapped his arms around you, letting you bury your head into his shoulder, “They’re not going to find us. But, if in a ten-million to one chance that they do, they’re not going to take us. I’m going to protect you. I would never let them take me away from you,”

“Promise?” you mumbled into his shoulder.

“I promise,” he affirmed, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

You looked up at him, still sniffing, but no tears escaped from your eyes, “I love you,”

“I love you too,” he presses his lips to yours, “Lets go to bed, yeah?”

You nodded, and before you could get up, Peter was tightening his grip around you, and stood up, carrying you to your shared bedroom.

Peter gently placed you onto your queen-sized bed, pulled out some comfy pyjama trousers, and one of his oversized t-shirts for you to wear from the chest of draws in the corner of the room, then proceeded to get changed himself. He had put on a plain pair of pyjama trousers.

Once your were both changed, he guided you in silence to your en suit bathroom, to brush your teeth. He then guided you back to your side of the bed, and opened the covers for you to get in.

Switching his bedside lamp off, and getting into his own side of the bed, he wrapped his arms around you yet again, “Do you think you’ll be able to sleep now darling?”

You shrugged, “I’m not sure,”

“Do you want me to help?” he asked.

“Please,” you nodded.

Peter slowly trailed his hand up, and down your back. You started to feel more relaxed, feeling like you could almost sink into the mattress. His hand traced up your back once more, this time, lightly pressing onto your temple with his fingers.

And, just like that, all your worries were gone. All those bad memories were nowhere to be seen. You felt at peace, your brain full with happy memories of you and Peter. You slowly drifted away into a slumber.

“Sleep well my love,” Peter whispered, wiping his bloody nose with a tissue, and placing it in the bin next to the bed, “I’ll be right here when you wake up. I promise.”