You were back at the cliff, and the whispered, hushed, quiet voices told you do try again and again until you felt euphoria. Until you felt numb. Until nothingness took over your body and soul.

You startle awake in the strong tatted arms of Adrian. He was alive. You just had a bad dream. No, scratch that. Nightmare. You were wrapped in his protective arms, his presence surrounding you like I cocoon. He wasn’t shot. You were alive, like it or not, and you felt all of it. Your scream when you had arisen from your sleep echoed through the four walls of the bedroom you and him shared, and it echoed in your ears.

Adrian was there, gathering your dazed, terrified form gently in his arms. He wanted you safe, because after your last two attempts, he felt so fucking terrified to lose you to the grim reaper. He lets his lips brush over your forehead, letting you stay in his lap for as long as you needed until you felt better enough to go back to sleep. He tracked your sleep schedules, eating habits, and everything about you.

He reaches over towards the nightstand and grabs the water bottle, handing it to you. “Here, Lenochka, drink it.” He softly whispers in the dark. When he sees you drinking too fast, he pulls the bottle away. “Slower. Or you’ll choke.” He scolds as he hesitantly hands the water back to you. He didn’t want you attempting again. That’s why he tracked your phone and put a dental tracker, all which you knew about.