#fic fix

“No! Oh dark mother, please, no!” Faustus Spellman jolted up in bed, pushing the bedspread off his naked chest which now heaved up and down with heavy breaths.  Faustus was unaware of just how sweaty he was until he buried his face in his hands.

“Honey? What is it? What’s wrong?”

Faustus looked up to see his Zelda, in her eyes he saw concern for him. “Zelda, come no closer! Don’t make me hurt you more! Please, I beg of you, stay away!” Faustus moved from middle of the bed to the end. 1 moment he felt the mattress beneath his hand, another moment there was only air. Faustus prepared himself for the fall, only it never came, for Zelda had rushed to his side, pulled him up and in an effort to comfort him, tried to put his head on her chest, which made him very confused. He fought her. “Zelda!  Get away from me while you can!”

Still, Zelda was worried. “Darling? Hush now, can’t you see that you just had another nightmare?!”

Faustus shook his head. “It wasn’t,” He insisted. “It was too real this time.”

Zelda tried again. “What did you dream about? Walk me through it, all that you can remember.”

Faustus sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. “It was like no time had passed. I was struck inside Blackwood, who of course, trying to hurt you and the coven. I just can’t escape it, can I? I truly am evil!”

“Try to focus, Faustus. Please tell me what happened.”

“I founded another church. The Church of the Night Pilgrims.”

Zelda shook her head. “There is no such church. I would know, as an ordained high priestess, I have a current list of all the world’s covens. I can show it to you if like.”

“I won Mary Wardwell to my cause!” He said firmly.

“Impossible for 2 reasons!” Zelda’s reply was just as firm. “Mary Wardwell would never abandon her faith that easily and secondly, you never properly meet that mortal, only once when you with stuck in Blackwood.”

“I freed the Eldritch Terrors.  I did!” He insisted when Zelda only sighed.  “All 8 of them, the darkness, the uninvited, the weird, the perverse, the cosmic, the return, the endless and the void. I also almost ruined Hilda’s wedding with the uninvited.”

Zelda pleaded gently by putting her hands on his chest. “You have warned us about the Terrors ever since you spilt from the curse. We have taken all the precautions but not 1 terror has shown up yet. It’s been 13 years and waiting.  You didn’t ruin Hilda’s wedding. You escorted her down the aisle after saving her groom from armed robbers. The 2 of you have been best friends ever since remember? Darling, please, you have to stop!”

But Faustus couldn’t stop; He was afraid if he stopped talking, he would give into the tears that were just below the surface and then he would never be dried eyed again. “Oh, and Lilith gave birth to a boy and called him Adam.”

“Easy fix. Lilith’s son is named Alexander and shortly after his birth, she met a man called Adam who was working for Emperor Blackwood. You just got your wires crossed on that 1.”

Rather than calm down, Faustus stiffened. “Oh goddess! Emperor Blackwood! Even if I had the power, why would I go around arresting witches? It makes no sense! For goddess’s sake, I’m a witch myself! And why would I spent so much time and energy to get rid of Sabrina? She’s such a sweet girl and we have made our peace.”

Zelda listened patiently. “Yes, I agree with you about Sabrina, but I have no idea what else you’re talking about. Blackwood took the title of Emperor when he stole Elizabeth’s throne, not you. As for arresting witches, well, my love, that simply never happened.”

“What of the weird sisters?” Faustus demanded.

“They’re fine,” Zelda assured him.  “Prudence, Dorcus and Agatha are all fine.”

“No. Agatha was insane and was murdered by Prudence and Dorcus.”

“You cured Agatha of her insanity years ago and then all was forgiven, for her and for you.”

“And the other sisters?”

“What other sisters?” Asked a confused Zelda.

“Well, for 1, Rosalind Walker.”

“What?! Rosalind is a seer, not a witch. Never was, never will be.”

“And Mambo Marie? Or Baron S-something, as he turned out to be. He was a lord of the underworld, who was still in love with you.”

“What? Poppycock! Mambo Marie is still living in New Orleans. We know that because she got married last month. Prudence went to the wedding and we sent her off with a gift. Hecate, Faustus, you signed the card. We all did! I just got a lovely thank you card from Marie and her new wife the other day. Anyway, it doesn’t matter because I love you.”

“Well, you shouldn’t!” Faustus jumped away from the bed and from Zelda’s gentle touch. The tears finally started to fall. “I killed Sabrina! Or I helped her to her death when I tried to sacrifice her to the void so I could have it power for myself. You tricked me which made me blind and later, Prudence took a chainsaw, cut off my limbs and buried them at the 4 corners of the world and you were both right to do it!”

Zelda calmly got off the bed and went to her husband. “I don’t know what the void is, but I do know that Sabrina is fine. Yes, she is!” Zelda stressed when Faustus shook his head violently. “In fact, right before I came back in here to check on you, I just off the phone with her. Sabrina just got final approval for her new office and she wanted me to thank you.”

“Sabrina thank me? Whatever for?!”

“Perhaps because you helped her find the place? Or because you co-signed for the loan. Or because you gave the idea to be a therapist in the 1st place?”

“I did?”

“You did.” Zelda confirmed. “What about the other things you said? Are you blind now?”

“Only by my tears.” Faustus mumbled.

Zelda gently wiped his eyes for him. There. Now, what do you see?”

“What I always see when I look at you. The most beautiful woman, witch or mortal, in all the realms.” Zelda smiled at him and it would have been so damn easy to give in. Faustus wanted so badly to believe he could be this great guy who would live with this goddess who had owned his heart forever.  He leaned in to kiss her but turned away at the last second. “No! I can’t! If I can dream all this, then I must still be dangerous.”

“Faustus- “

“Zelda, I’m going to leave now and you must promise me that if you ever even hear the name of Faustus Blackwood, you will run the other way!”

“Alright, I will.”

It broke his heart completely to hear her agree but it was for best. However, he only half turned before he felt Zelda’s hand on his arm.

“You know; Faustus Blackwood no longer exists. You are Faustus Spellman and this” Zelda leaned over and took a framed picture from the nightstand. “is Faustus Spellman’s family, taken not even 2 weeks ago.”

Faustus looked at the photo. They were all there. Him, Zelda, Hilda, Dr. C, Sabrina, Ambrose, Prudence, the twins, Judith and Ju-no, their names were LJ and Jake now. They were all smiling and happy. Then Faustus saw a face that was not in his dream at all. “Cordelia?”

“Of course, Cordelia.” Zelda smiled. “Our 12-year-old is probably downstairs right now, eating cereal and watching TV, like she does every Sunday. I love you, and I won’t let you throw away 13 years of your hard work to be mentally well. It was all a dream, Faustus. It means nothing. Everything’s fine. I really hate that it’s been over a decade and Edward’s curse still has the ability to haunt you like this.”

Faustus couldn’t quite hide a little smile. He was touched beyond words how Zelda thought of it as Edward’s curse, not his own. Still, he wasn’t sure. “How can I know that this isn’t the dream?” Faustus wondered. “What if I’m still stuck inside Blackwood?” That thought terrified him.

“Blackwood has been gone and buried for the last 12 years. Still, if you have to be convince that this isn’t a dream.”

“Ow,” Yet he smiled when Zelda pinched him.

His wife raised her eyebrow. “Not enough? Okay.” Zelda leaned forward and kissed him deeply.

During the kiss, Faustus felt Zelda unbuttoning his shirt. “What are you doing?”

“Checking,” Zelda said matter of fact. “Earlier you mentioned Prudence cut your limbs off. If that actually happened, you would have scars.” She lowered his shirt and kissed around his shoulders. “No scars here. Wait, I need to check on something.”

“Where are you going?”

“On the night we buried Blackwood, I had to save your life with a binding spell. Which means that if you have a mark on your body, I have it on mine as well.”  Zelda explained as she went to look in the mirror.

Faustus came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her middle. “I was beheaded too, but your neck seems fine.”  He gently brushed her hair aside and began kissing her neck.

“What about my shoulders?”

Faustus was still kissing her neck when he tugged off Zelda’s silk robe and let it fall to the floor. Then 1 at a time, he pulled down the straps of her nightgown. “Nothing here,” he reported. He claimed her lips with his own and then kissed her brow. “You know; I did say all 4 limbs.” Zelda felt a delightful shiver as Faustus let her nightgown fall to the floor. His long arms felt the front of her until he got to the limbs of her thighs. His fingers made quick work of her underwear, letting them fall as well. “You are perfection.” He whispered as he touched the most secret part of her.

As soon as she was able, Zelda turned around. “Now that I’m all checked out, let’s finish with you.” The pretense was dropped entirely after that, just like Faustus’s pants. They tumbled backwards onto the bed, clinging tightly to each other as they made love.

“I love you, Zelda.”

“I love you, Faustus.”

Faustus fell asleep quickly after their lovemaking. It was no surprise to Zelda. After all that dreaming in the night, he must have gotten very little rest. She kissed his forehead and whispered, “Sleep long, sleep sound. Let no more dreams come around.” Happy with her spell, Zelda got up, got dressed and started the phone calls.

 Faustus awoke to the sounds of a busy kitchen. 1 look at the clock told him he had slept the day away. Just taking a shower and getting dressed made him feel better. He went downstairs and the 1st thing he saw was the weird sisters, who were setting the table.

Prudence looked up first. Although Faustus felt weary, her eyes and her smile were welcoming. “Hello, Father.”

“Hello, Mr. Spellman.” Agatha and Dorcus said together, in that unique weird sister way.

It was oddly comforting. “Hello, girls.” Faustus was still smiling when he felt a pat on his back.

He looked beside him to see Dr.  C. “Hey buddy! Zelda called and said you had a rough night. We thought a nice family dinner would make you feel better.”

Faustus remained speechless but he walked into the kitchen with Dr. C. Then he saw the steel wrist band on Dr. C’s arm. “You still have the incubus?”

“Of  course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Uh…never mind.”

They reached the kitchen where he saw more Spellmans readying dinner. Well, most of them. Ambrose was leaning against the island, casually reading a book and dipping his free hand into a food bowl, until LJ slapped his hand away.

“Father! You’re finally up, sleepyhead!” Jake tossed him a teasing smile as he carried the chopped carrots to the stove and dropped them into the pot that Hilda was stirring.

“Hey Dad,” the child’s comment was casual as she walked by him, carrying a side dish, bound for the dinning table. However, Faustus had to reach out and touch her, afraid she would disappear right before his eyes.

“Cordelia!  You’re real!”

Her face, exactly like Zelda’s, clouded over in confusion. “Thanks? So are you?”

He watched her walk away and for the 1st time, Faustus thought that perhaps Zelda was right, perhaps it all had been just a dream! Then Faustus saw something that made his heart drop into his stomach. A very   much alive Vinegar Tom got off his dog bed and went to his food bowl. Of course, he had no problem with the dog being alive. Heaven, when he first heard of the familiar’s death, his gut instinct was to run and comfort Zelda, yet he couldn’t because he was still married to Constance at the time. No, the problem was that Tom’s life was Marie’s final gift before returning to the underworld. If that part of the dream was real surely everything else was real too.

Faustus was still trying to sort fact from fiction when an arm came around his waist and Zelda kissed him. “Feeling better, darling?”

“Vinegar Tom is alive?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“Don’t you remember?”

“Humor me, dearest, please?” Faustus begged.

“Well,” Zelda’s voice lowered to a whisper. “As you know, I cried hardest for Tom on his birthday and you always do your best to comfort me. But 3 years ago, when she was 9, Cordy must have heard us for later, when we went downstairs, we found her petting Tom’s stuffed form.”

“Yes!” The memory struck Faustus’s brain like lighting. “I managed to get Cordelia out of the room, but you called me back a moment later, Vinnie was alive. We didn’t know how to explain it to Cordy, so you kept Tom at the academy for a few weeks. When Vinnie came back, we told Cordelia that he was a new dog, named Vinegar Tom as tribute.”

“Yes! That’s exactly what happened.”

Faustus was smiling at his wife when his feet felt warm. He looked down to see Vinnie sitting on his shoes. He picked up   the dog and, together with Zelda, petted him. “I’m glad you have your soul mate back.”

“I’m glad I have both my soul mates back.”

“You said that to me before. The night VT came back.”

 5 minutes later,  with everyone around the table, Faustus finally realized who was  missing. G  He was about ask when the front door opened.

“Hi all. Sorry I’m late.”

Before he realized he was doing it, Faustus ran to her and hugged her. “Sabrina!”

“Hi Uncle Faustus. Nice to see you too.”

“Your tongue! For the love of Hecate, please show me your tongue!”

“O-okay.” Sabrina spit out her tongue.

“Pink and normal. Yes!”

“What’s with him?” Asked Sabrina.

Zelda came up behind her husband. “Your uncle had an awful dream last night. I’m afraid he’s still recovering.”

“Oh, well, don’t worry, it’s just a dream.” Sabrina kissed his cheek.

“Not great.” she muttered, confirming his fears. For her to admit that - she had to be doing worse than he thought. 

They pulled onto the private airstrip, both relieved to be going back to the bunker. He helped her out of the car, and carefully boarded the plane. 

Once they were in the air, Kurt turned towards her, giving her a worried glance. 

“Maybe you should lie down for a while.” he suggested, knowing she would be more comfortable and rest easier. 

Jane nodded, unbuckling her seatbelt and moving to the front of the cabin to the small cot. Kurt helped her lay down, reaching out to brush the curls off of her forehead. 

“Jesus! You’re burning up!” he cursed, feeling her forehead properly with the back of his hand. 

Jane just closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. 

“How long?” he asked. “How long have you been feeling sick?”

Jane shrugged. 

“Before we left the bunker.”

“Jane…” Kurt said sadly. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Jane sighed, opening her eyes to look at him. 

“We needed to find the paintings…”

“At the expense of your health?” he asked quietly. At Jane’s silence, he continued. “Jane you can’t keep putting the mission before your own well-being… you did it yesterday and you passed out from blood loss… and then today. I never should have let you leave the bunker.”

Jane shifted so her hands were resting on her belly. She could feel the heat radiating out from under her shirt. Infection was setting in. 

She looked up, staring deeply into Kurt’s eyes. 

“I did what had to be done.” Her face contorted in fear. “I needed to find you… yesterday… I needed to make sure you were ok.”

Kurt’s face softened at that. “Oh Jane.” He took one of her hands, bringing it to his lips. 

“I knew if I told the team how bad I was, the focus would shift onto me. But I couldn’t… I couldn’t do that until I knew you were safe.” She sighed. “Then I passed out and that plan went to hell.” she grumbled. “I was so scared… Kurt… I was so scared I was going to lose you.”

He could see the desperation on her face. “Sshh it’s ok… I’m here now.” he hushed, leaning forward and kissing her on the temple. “But you really need to start taking care of yourself… you knew you weren’t feeling well this morning, but you said nothing… then again… you were shot yesterday… I’m so stupid… I never should have let you leave the bunker.” he reiterated. “I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking of your well-being… of course you would try and push through.”

Jane sighed. She knew he was right. She was going to end up getting herself killed if she didn’t start taking better care of herself. 

“I just feel so much pressure to do the right thing.” she said in a small voice. “I just feel if I’m not pushing myself to my peak, then I’m not doing my job.”

Kurt’s heart broke for his wife. She seemed to be stuck between a rock and a hard place. 

“We all know that you are doing what you think is right.” he replied. “So far everything has worked out.”

“Yeah but at what cost?” Jane quipped. “Reade died. I brought Hades into our home. I was shot. You were kidnapped… how much more can we take?” 

Kurt deflated. “You are right Jane. We probably can’t take much more… I know I can’t… so I need you to start taking better care of yourself… so you can take care of this team.”

Jane nodded, unable to form words. She knew he was right. How was she meant to take care of her own, if she was sick with an infection that she probably could have avoided if she had stayed back at the bunker, hooked up to an IV full of antibiotics. 

“I need you to promise me you’ll tell me if something is wrong.” he said seriously. He didn’t need the extra stress of wondering if she was truly ok all of the time. 

Jane nodded softly. “I promise.”

Kurt smiled gratefully, turning to look at her stomach. Her hand was still pressed to her side. 

“We do need to take a look at that.” Kurt said, breaking the silence. 

Jane blew out a lungful of air. “I know.” she said quietly. 

Kurt retrieved the plane's small first aid kit, before returning to his injured wife. He lifted her shirt gently, before slowly peeling back the bandage. 

The wound was an angry red and swollen, indicating that infection had well and truly set it. 

“Oh Jane.” Kurt replied before he could stop himself. The fact that she had had to have surgery alone in the bunker, made his heart bleed. He wished he could have been there for her. 

“It looks like you’ve popped a couple of stitches.” he told her. “That's why you’re bleeding.” 

Jane grimaced as he changed her bandage, trying her best not to cry out as he patted down the gauze, before taping it to her skin

Her pain was picking up and she couldn’t stop her heart rate and breathing from accelerating along with it. Jane closed her eyes, swallowing thickly, the nausea returning with a vengeance. 

“Jane?” Kurt asked, noticing her distress.”What’s wrong?” 

“I really don’t feel well.” she replied, remembering her promise from earlier. She brought her hand to her lips, trying to quell the sickness within. 

Kurt, understanding her distress, fetched an airsickness bag from the overhead compartment, returning to Jane and kneeling beside her. 

“Just breathe.” he said softly. 

He watched her hands return to her stomach, clearly losing the battle with her own body. 

The pain in her side was white hot, her vision greying. Overcome with agony, she turned on her side, reaching for the bag, and vomited from the intensity of her injury and the infection coursing through her body. She held the bag with one hand, the other grasping at her wound. She felt Kurt’s hand on her back, and she couldn’t help but whimper at the relief that came with his touch. 

She coughed and gagged, trying with all her might to get the churning in her gut under control. The pain in her side was unlike anything she had ever felt in her life. The worst part - she was vomiting from the pain, but the vomiting was causing more pain than she could handle. Eventually her agony won out and she found herself sagging into Kurt’s arms. 

“Jane!” he called, reaching out and catching her before she fell off the cot into a heap on the floor. He lay her back gently, brushing her hair away from her face to try and gauge where she was at. Jane was semi conscious, in so much pain that she was silently screaming. She turned her face into the side of the pillow, her tears running down her cheeks and into her hairline. 

Kurt disposed of the airsickness bag, before returning to her quickly. He stroked her head, trying to offer what little comfort he could. 

“Hey… shh… you’re ok. Try to slow your breathing down… I’m right here with you.” he murmured, at a complete loss on what to do. She needed a doctor, but he knew she would never agree to it. 

The next wave of agony hit, Jane writhed on the bed, trying to curl into the fetal position. Kurt couldn’t stand to see her like this. With one look at her pleading eyes, he got up off the floor and climbed onto the small cot behind her. He pulled her against him, holding her as close as he dared. “Breathe with me.” he instructed. “Come on Jane you need to slow your breathing down.” He started taking long slow breaths, encouraging her to mimic him. 

Very slowly, he started to feel her breathing normalise and he could feel the tension steadily leave her rigid muscles. Eventually, she had relaxed enough, falling into an exhausted sleep. 

Kurt sat there with her nestled against his chest for the remainder of the flight. When the Captain notified him of their descent, he shifted out from under her, managing to pick her up and gently move her back to the seat, buckling her in. She didn’t even make a sound - that which made him both relieved and even more concerned. He was beginning to think she was closer to being unconscious than just asleep. It was only when they landed, that he tried to rouse her. 

“Jane…” he murmured, cupping her chin and stroking her face. “Come on my love, time to wake up.” 

Jane’s face scrunched in pain, before her eyes cracked open. She whimpered softly, preferring things when she was unconscious. 

“Can you walk?” Kurt asked, knowing that she would probably struggle to get down the stairs. His heart clenched when she shook her head ‘no’. He needed to get her home. 

Patterson has managed to acquire two bags of intravenous antibiotics. They had been saving them for a rainy day as they had been so hard to come by. Well, it wasn’t just raining… it was pouring. 

Jane’s fever had skyrocketed and he could feel the heat radiating off of her skin from a metre away. 

Kurt lifted her gently, her only response was to bury her face in his neck. Her energy was totally spent and she felt worse than when the ZIP poisoning had been killing her. 

Ice cream had thankfully organised a car to pick them up from the airport. Kurt carried her down the stairs onto the airstrip, and softly placed her in the backseat of the car. He joined her from the other side, pulling her against him. 

He was barely getting a response out of her now, her body too overcome with the infection. 

“Hang on Jane…” he whispered, wondering if he should just take her directly to the hospital. 

The decision was made for him once he realised their driver either didn’t speak English, or was just ignoring him. It wasn’t long before they pulled into the boundary of the bunker. 

The driver opened the door for him and Kurt got out quickly, making his way round to get Jane. He lifted her back into his arms, cradling her limp, overheated body as gently as he could. 

He got onto the elevator, jabbing at the button with his elbow and descended into the bunker below. 

“Oh good you guys are back… oh my god Jane!” Tasha cried running forward towards her friends. “What the hell happened?”

“Her wound is infected. She never should have left the bunker.” Kurt growled, shooting a look of distaste towards Ice Cream. 

Ice Cream put his hands up in surrender. 

“You’re saying this is somehow my fault?” he quipped. 

“That is exactly what I’m saying.” Kurt shot back. “If it wasn’t for you breaking into our home, she could have stayed here… could have healed.”

“Healed?” Ice Cream questioned. 

“She was shot yesterday. We had to remove the bullet ourselves.” Tasha explained. 

“Ohh, so that is why you needed the blood, yeah?” Ice Cream asked his eyes fixed on Jane. 

Kurt didn’t reply, instead he turned, moving towards their bedroom. He was stopped by one of Ice Cream’s thugs. 

“Get out of my way.” Kurt warned. He was in no mood to be toyed with. 

“Oh let them pass.” Ice Cream said with a wave of his hands. “Clearly, she needs to lie down!”

The thug moved out of the way without a second word. 

“Tasha.” Kurt called over his shoulder, indicating that she should follow him. 

She ran after him, holding the door open to the sleeping quarters. She helped Kurt lie Jane on the cot, taking note on how high her fever was. 

“I’ll get the antibiotics.” she said, taking off towards the storage cupboard.

While she was away, Kurt got to work gently stripping Jane to her camisole and underwear. When Tasha returned, he watched her insert an IV into her hand, running the tubing to two different bags - one antibiotics and the other saline. 

“Thanks Tasha.” Kurt said sincerely. Tasha merely nodded, before leaving to go back to Ice Cream, to help Rich and Patterson. 

Kurt retrieved a bowl of cold water and a cloth, before returning to Jane, sponging down her face and neck in the hopes to cool her down. 

She was still unconscious, though she was reacting to the cool cloth. 

“Oh my love.” Kurt whispered. Seeing her like this was bringing up painful memories. He had nearly lost her far too many times for his liking. She was definitely a cat… though he wondered how many of her lives she actually had left. 

He sat there, sponging off her forehead, listening to the steady drip of the IV for what felt like hours. Tasha had popped her head around the corner to check on them multiple times. On the third visit, she told him that Rich and Patterson had found the paintings and were on their way back with them. 

It was only after the bag of saline had been replaced and Tasha had injected some painkillers into the IV, that Jane started to shift. She coughed weakly, her hand coming to rest on her belly again. 

“Jane?” Kurt asked, hopeful. “Open your eyes baby.” he murmured, stroking her face. Her fever was already showing signs of improving. 

She cracked her eyes open, taking in her surroundings with a confused expression. 

“How-“ she cracked. 

“You passed out on the plane.” Kurt explained. “You’ve been unconscious for hours.”

Jane exhaled softly, raising her left hand to inspect the IV. 

“We’ve pumped you full of antibiotics in the hope we could control the infection without medical intervention. 

“Kurt…” she rasped. 

“Here.” Kurt said, handing her a water bottle. She took a couple of sips gratefully. 

“Kurt I’m sorry…” she whispered. At Kurt's raised eyebrows, she continued. “I never should have said what I did… you are a good man. I’m just so worried that we are turning into what Madeline has made us out to be.” 

Kurt took her hand, mindful of the IV. “I know.” he whispered. She had hurt him when she had said that, but he had known it was just her own insecurities showing through the cracks. 

“I do know you… and you know who you truly are.” she said softly. 

“We are just doing what we need to to survive.” he finished for her. 

“I’m also sorry for what happened on the plane… and for passing out.” she mumbled. 

Kurt rolled his eyes. 

“Jane. You were shot… yesterday.” he said incredulously. “The fact that you were able to get out of bed was a miracle - let alone bounce around Europe… you’re only human.” 

“I know, I know. I’m not a superhero.” she replied sarcastically. 

Kurt cocked his head to the side. 

“Well I wouldn’t go that far… you’re my superhero.” he whispered, kissing her fingers tenderly. 

Jane’s face softened at that. She reached up to stroke his face. “And you’re mine.”

Kurt could see she was already fading, her energy levels totally spent. 

“Get some rest.” he murmured softly. “I’ll be right here.”