Lost & Broken ( Patrick )

[Legion]

Frown deepening as she nuzzled into him more, pressing tighter into his arms. While normally he would have been thrilled at the contact this was different. This was because she was suffering in her dreams. Something that she couldn't escape from because the drug that Patrick had given her saw to that. While it made Patrick feel bad he had to remind himself that this had to be done. That she needed a full nights rest even if it was horrible. It was for her own good. It didn't really help Patrick though, didn't give him much, if any consolation. He was left there to hold his trembling girlfriend.

As the trembling only increased more violently and there was more yelping and whimpering Patrick was having a hard time listening to it all. If she were awake he would have comforted here, but not there was little he could do other then wait it out. But to him this seemed to last for hours and hours, minutes feeling like hours and the hours feeling like whole days to him. To ease the pain Patrick would reach into his pocket and retrieve his prescription painkillers, illegal of course. He would pull two out and take them dry before placing the bottle back in his pocket.

Patrick's grip on her would never let up as he held her close to him, knowing it likely did no good but continuing to try and comfort her as she spoke through her dream again, "Yer not there any more. Yer here with me."

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Once more the tone of his voice was enough to bring a slight sense of calm to the nightmare that she was in, though when the images in her mind shifted to Earth walking in....his mask being hung upon the hook by the door, the light coming on.....That face....The one that she feared more than anything else in the world....She would give a little cry and struggle to move away from the phantom her mind constantly created.

Though there was no escape from him this time. The sensations so real, just like every other time. His hands, his breath, his words. The way he grabbed her. The way he touched her hair and the way he bit her, hit her, used his knife to cut her and torture her. Telling her that this time she was going to play with him. That she didn't get to hide from him this time. The words, at the time, very confusing to her seeing as how she had not known about her other half yet...just that she blacked out. Only, every time he told her that it was her turn...she was never allowed to blackout....Instead she suffered through every agonizing bit of his "affection" toward her.

Time Skipping!

The nightmares lasted for several hours. Several very long, long hours. But eventually, once her mind could take no more and once she had cried herself out, her small body would fall motionless against Patrick and her breathing would again start to even out. She didn't seem quite as peaceful as she had been in the beginning of her sleep, but she did at least, seem to be resting in a better state than she had been.

In her mind, she was simply curled up on the cold, dark room and wishing that she could go home..That she could see her family again, her brothers....That she could see Issac again, or any of her friends...Patrick included despite the distinct thought of him not wanting anything to do with her. Yet as the thought entered her mind, she would subconsciously shift her body into his and nuzzle against him....her more reality oriented mind reminding her, even in her sleep that he was there, that he did want to be around her....that he did love her.....

Though not long afterwards, she would fall completely still. No words issued. No thoughts other than that dark room and the cold swallowing her up. And that is how she would stay for the remainder of her sleep....a few more solid hours of sleep before she began to stir slightly...

A little groan released as she shifted, her first thought being that she didn't know where she was and almost reacting by having some kind of panic attack...But before that could occur, she caught a whiff of something familiar, something that comforted her and put her at ease. His scent. The result of such being her body pressing against his as she rested her head upon his chest and let out a soft little sigh.

A few moments later she would brush her tongue over her lips, relieving that dry feeling of her mouth and very weakly speaking up, though yet to move or open her eyes. "Hey baby...." A dull ache starting to surface in her muscles, though it wasn't so bad that she could not move without crying out or whimpering...It just meant that when she did move, her movements were slower and more sluggish....She would however, move that is....her hand moving to slowly smooth over his stomach as she worked to try and force her eyes to open, the lingering affects of the sedative making it a rather difficult task.

Eventually, she would use what strength she could currently manage and roll onto her back, trying to use the motion to force her eyes open, those lashes fluttering slightly as her dark locks spilled across her face....Though still too lazy to raise her hand to remove them, ...."I slept all night?" Her tone rather normal, calm....however sleepy and lazy it was....a tad bit pouty given the whole...not wanting to wake up. Making her come across as more cute than anything.... Eyes eventually opening and her head turning to the side so that she could focus on him...very lazy little smile trying to curl onto her lips. Just happy to see him still there, to wake up beside him and have that sense of comfort wash over her instantly.

[Legion]

After a few hours of nightmares, a few hours of Patrick being deeply deeply uncomfortable they would end. Bringing some sort of relief to Patrick. He would let out a relieved sigh as she finally stopped trembling and whimpering, instead lying there, more calm then she had been. Patrick was sure her sleep wasn't exactly peaceful, but it wasn't as horrible as before, as it had been. At the very least she wasn't suffering through a nightmare of torture anymore. A few hours of this would go by and although it gave Patrick's mind time to shift to uncomfortable memories of its own, he found it slightly more bearable then usual, at least comforted in the fact that she was in a better place right now.

After a few hours, when the sun was rising he'd feel her stir. A groan was issued, that didn't sound like one coming from a nightmare, rather the kind of groan that came from someone beginning to wake up. A little sigh came from her as she greeted him sleeply, and though she couldn't see him he'd smile softly replying, "Morning love."

Patrick's smile would widen as her hand stroked his stomach, her rolling to her back. As her locks of hair splayed across her face she gave him that pouty little question that drew a chuckle and a soft look from his face. As she rolled onto her side Patrick would roll onto his, a hand coming up to brush her hair behind her ears as he spoke, just above a whisper, "Yeah, ye did. Ye feel any better?"

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She would let out a little sigh as she felt his hand brushing back her hair from her face, felt his flesh brushing against her own. A little smile, however lazy and sleepy it might have been, given as she closed her eyes for a moment and nodded in response to his question. "Yes...I do actually." She was a bit surprised by it actually, given that she could remember the scope of her nightmares and how badly it had played out in her mind.

If anything, she would have thought she would have woken up feeling worse, but perhaps the rest was just what she needed. Opening her eyes once more, she would reach up, slowly given the fact that her body ached, and brush her fingers slowly along the scar that crossed his eye, tracing it ever so lightly....that simple little sign of affection that she was growing all too used to showing him. "I am a little sore, but better just the same." Her hand slowly continuing its path, those eyes lingering upon his. She was still half asleep, not really picking up on the fact that she wasn't stuttering yet. But she was still awake enough to know that he had helped her more than she could have ever hoped for somebody to.

"Thank you Patrick...For everything.." A small nod given as her fingers would finish their current path and her hand would fall away, coming to rest atop her stomach with the other. "How was your night?" She knew he didn't sleep and that if he did he had nightmares, just like her...so she was curious as to how his night had been, almost feeling guilty for the fact that she slept when he could not. Though she tried to tell herself that it was what he had wanted and that she couldn't have helped it given the sedative that he injected her with.

[Legion]

A warm smile crossed his face when she closed her eyes nodding at him, finding it very cute, poking her on the nose as she answered him. Patrick was glad that she was feeling better. He knew that they'd have to do this again, a few more times, and by that he wasn't sure how many, but for now he was glad. Glad that she could feel some kind of reprieve, some kind of safe. He was happy to see her this way, not waking up terrified and screaming after the nightmares she had had. Perhaps there was hope for her in that department, or perhaps the drugs were stronger still then what he was thinking they were at the moment. Patrick preferred the former option though.

As her eyes opened, fingers running down his scar his right eye closed so her hand could brush over his eye. He smiled again softly. This was her way of showing affection to him and well he liked the feel of her fingers on his face, on his scar. It was her own unique signature letting him know it was her. As she told him she was sore but better Patrick couldn't help but notice that she wasn't stuttering anymore. That gave him those warm fuzzies on the inside. Not that he didn't love her when she stuttered but it always felt like the stuttering was trauma induced, but Patrick was beginning to realize, that while there may be truth it that, it had significant roots in Feht's existence. But it was hard to differentiate which was the direct cause. Still though, Patrick would say warmly, "I'm glad yer feeling better."

When she thanked him Patrick would roll onto his stomach, draping an arm across her stomach as his head nuzzled it's way into her neck, kissing her flesh lightly before whispering into her, "I couldn't let my love die not could I?"

After she asked him how his night went he would say softly, without hesitation, "I held ye in my arms all night, how could I complain about that?"

Skillful dodge on his part if he did say so himself...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She would tilt her head slightly, feeling him shift upon the bed, his arm draping over her stomach and his face nuzzling softly into the side of her neck. Lightly she tilted her head, granting him more access as her eyes closed and she just savored the feeling of him there. When he whispered those words to her, she would smile softly, her fingers slowly tracing along the back of his arm as it rested atop of her. "And I can't very well leave mine, now can I?" Purring the words to him in a soft little whisper, her Italian accent all too clear when she was not stuttering or struggling to get the words out.

As she turned her head just a tiny bit so that she could nuzzle back into him, she would let out a soft little sigh and brush her tongue slowly along her lips. "Hmm, that is a smooth way of avoiding the obvious answer to my question....Will have to work on rephrasing that so you can't get around it so easily." She gave a soft little laugh, nudging him just a bit as he seemed to avoid her question. Though, she had to admit that she liked his answer enough to let it slide. This time at least.

Her small form curling into his, she would simply allow him to nuzzle into her as he saw fit, not minding it one bit and rather enjoying the sensation of him doing such. It was soothing, comforting and above all she never failed to get a sense of how much he loved her when he did that. "How about we just lay here for awhile hmm? I am in no rush right now to go anywhere." Speaking softly as she yawned lightly.

[Legion]

Patrick sighed as she used her soft little fingers to trace the back of his arm, smilingly sheepishly as she returned his question in a mirror. He would speak up rather quickly, without hesitation in a soft somewhat vulnerable tone, "Don't"

While he meant to express his desire and need for her, there was a little more fear in his voice then he wished. Try as he might he couldn't hold back the reality of his situation. She could be ripped away from him at any time, and he from her he figured but that didn't seem likely. Call it a sick invulnerability complex if you will but he had seen people he cared about die far more then he'd like, while he got away mostly unscathed, at least comparatively. Though he kept it mostly hidden from her, at least to the degree of which the fear gripped him, there was nothing he feared more then losing her. Sure if they broke up that was fine, but she'd be alive. Any pain he'd feel would be coupled with the knowledge that at least he finished a relationship that meant something to him in a way other then death.

As she nuzzled into him Patrick placed his forehead on hers, letting their noses meet, brushing against hers. A loving smile was given softly as he let that thought of fear slip through his mind. When she joked about him being able to dance out of the way of her question Patrick smiled, noting how she didn't press him for the answer, causing his smile to turn into a bit of a grin, "If there was an Olympic event for verbal gymnastics I'd be a shoo in."

As she curled into him he would pull her in closer to him, nuzzling his nose against her neck before planting a kiss there. Closing his eyes inhaling her scent before sighing quite relaxed he'd agree with her, "Sounds like a plan love."

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She heard that single word, and in it she heard the fear in his tone, enough so that she would raise her hand to rest against his cheek as his nose came to brush against her own. She didn't say anything, because she couldn't very well promise him that nothing would happen to her. They knew going into this that there was a very real chance that one of them could die or be taken from the other and she wanted so badly to be able to promise him that she wasn't going anywhere......but she refused to lie to him. Instead, she would wait a long moment, gathering up the right words and would whisper softly against his lips..."I promise...I will do everything in my power to be here for you..."

It was true and as close to a promise of not dying on him that she would ever be able to make. Things in their life were just too hectic, too messed up and complicated for her to ever be able to outright make the guarantee that she wasn't going to leave him that way...But she damn well could promise she would try. There was nothing she wouldn't do for him...Anything to bring him happiness....to save him....to ensure his life was better. Her lips briefly brushing against his own before she would feel him tug her in closer and tighter against him.

A small sigh released as she curled against him, laughing softly at his words and shaking her head just a bit. "Mmm...yes, that is true. Just means I am going to have to keep on my toes around you." A little nod given, sure that she could manage well enough if she just payed attention. Tilting her head once more as she felt him nuzzle into the side of her neck, she would shiver a bit, that kiss making her smile that much more.

She was happy that he was content to lay here with her as she had suggested. Not that she wasn't up for doing things with him or anything, she just felt so tired, and honestly, nothing brought her more security and comfort than being in his arms. Simply curling up to him and nuzzling into her pillow. For her, this was by far about as close to happy as she could imagine getting.