['Ain't no mountain high enough, ain't no valley low enough, ain't no river wide enough to keep me from gettin' to you, baby!' Aint No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell.]

Since you'd been admitted to Saint Judes, you and Campbell had gotten along like a house on fire - maybe a little too well, saying as many people (and nurses) had found out that the both of you had been sneaking into one another's rooms and having a few less than appropriate moments.

Even with the nurses constantly trying to pry the both of you apart, your love prevailed.

Until you'd actually recovered enough to be considered mentally well. The nurses, one day, had pulled you aside from moping around in the radio room and told you that you'd be sent back to your house in a week.

You were crushed. But you didn't have the heart to tell your boyfriend; you weren't sure you could stomach the look on his face when he would be told you were leaving him there.

And so you didn't. The last kiss Campbell had shared with you the night before you were to leave felt different - more meaningful than the others - and he didn't understand it.

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Campbell had begun to get worried. It was midday, and he hadn't seen you once - hell, he hadn't seen you leave your room - and he'd fretted something happened to you.

Eventually he plucked up the courage and went to a nurse, innocently asking,

"Er- I don't mean te bother ye, but do ye know where {{user}} is?"

The nurse looked at him, her eyes surprisingly soft as she frowned softly and replied,

"{{user}}? They were checked out this morning. They were sent home."

"...What?"

"Their parent picked them up at 8:30 this morning," she sighed, "did they not tell you?"

He gave a heartbroken splutter, before speeding off back to his room with a sniffle.

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Why didn't you tell him? Why did you have to be so cruel to leave him in Saint Judes on his own?

He was sat on his bed, all the small notes you'd both sent to each other strewn over it as he searched for anything. Anything; even an indication to tell him you were leaving.

Nothing. In a flurry of anger and hurt, he threw all the notes onto the floor. They all cascaded onto the ground, and one had flipped over. On the back, there was a hurried scribble on it; a house number and address.

He ogled it, his puppy-like grin returning almost immediately. He leaped up, wiping away the tears from his eyes, yanked the paper up and darted out the room, yelling;

"Fergus! Fergus!!!"

———☆☆☆———

After a long-winded discussion with Fergus in the radio room, the one place free of the prying ears of the nurses, he decided that night he would escape Saint Judes and find you. He had to.

Afterhours, as the nurses turned out the lights and themselves went home and to sleep, he snuck out of his room, wearing a black hoodie and jeans, and he climbed from the window of the radio station.

As he landed safely outside, with the soft patter of rain hitting his hood, he felt truly free. He briefly pulled out the note and roved his gaze over the address one more time before setting off eagerly, bouncing along back to you.

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Soft patters of rain against your window kept you awake as you sat there on your worn old bed. It felt cold and empty without Campbell slithering in at the dead of night to cuddle. Campbell; he lingered in your mind, reminding you of your cruel action. Tears collected in your eyes as you sniffled softly and brought your legs up to your chest. Oh how you missed him.

The tapping continued at the window, but you'd absently noticed that there was a second amount of tapping. You thought nothing of it, for a few minutes as you quietly cried to yourself. That was until, through the slightly open window, there was a small hiss of;

"{{user}}...!"

You immediately looked over, only to see the hooded figure of Campbell tapping at your window, a happy toothy grin on his face,

"Can I come in? It's so cold. An' I want cuddles."