𝑶𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝑬𝒚𝒆𝒔

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 |𝟐𝟒|

"Derya! Dery-" I say again, and try to move forward. I catch myself against her dresser before I can fall.

"Derya, help me pl-" and suddenly she's there, ducking under my arm and taking some of my weight. We take a step forward and I nearly plummet to the floor but Derya's hand shoots out and presses against my chest, keeping me up.

We struggle to her bed but finally, my aching body comes to rest on a soft, yet uncomfortable, bed. A moment later, a bright light shines in my face and I squeeze my eyes shut. The pain in my body intensifies and the dizziness worsens.

"Derya," I groan through gritted teeth. "I need-" A sharp pain cuts me off and I let out a hiss, my back arching slightly at the sensation.

Through the haze in my head, I can hear her shuffling around and then feel the mattress dip beside me. I can't understand much of what's happening, with this blistering pain distracting me from everything else around me.

I know I say something to her, I know I feel the burn of the antiseptic against the open wound but I can't seem to focus. I allow myself to relax against her bed, feeling her fingertips brush against my skin in the softest touch.

A little while later I feel her tap my cheek. It takes me a while to get my eyes to focus on her. Derya waves something in front of my face and I get what she's telling me to do. With every bit of energy I have in me, I sit up enough for her to wrap the bandage around me, using my arms to support my weight. My head rolls back with exhaustion and I fight the urge to fall back and sleep.

I lie down when she pushes my shoulders, then the mattress dips as she sits beside my head. I don't know why I did it. Maybe I lost all the blood in my head, I have no idea why, but I bring myself up again, and rest my head in her lap.

Turning my head, I look up at her with blurry eyes. I try to stay awake. I try so hard to stay conscious just so I can enjoy the feeling of her hands in my hair and her fingers rubbing across my jaw.

God, it feels so good but I can't seem to keep my eyes anymore.

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I wake up cold, alone, exhausted, and in pain. There's a blanket thrown over me and I'm shirtless underneath it. What the fuck?

Pressing a hand to my side, I sit up slowly, trying to remember what the fuck happened and where the fuck I am. Swinging my legs off the edge of the bed, my foot knocks into something on the floor. The thing moves a little bit and as I stand up, I remember where I am.

The thing on the floor happens to be that gorgeous, blue-eyed girl that helped me in the middle of the goddamn night. What the fuck is she doing on the floor?

I move around, kneel down beside her sleeping form. She's curled up into a tight little ball, a thin blanket the only thing covering her.

I try pulling the blanket out from under Derya, but her fingers are holding on to the material in a death grip. Wrapping my hands around her own, I manage to pry her fingers off.

I hear her sharp inhale, feel her shudder under my fingertips. The back of my hand grazes her arm and that's when I realise how cold she is.

I frown down at her, worry weighing down on my shoulders. Why is she so cold? She's wrapped up tight in a blanket, wearing a long-sleeved t-shirt but she's still ice cold.

I nibble on my bottom lip in worry as I slide one hand around her waist and the other under her knees.

"Jesus, you're freezing," I mutter to myself. I hold her close to my chest as I heave myself up despite the pain in my body.

Derya sniffles softly, moves closer to me. Her cold cheek rubs against my shoulder, causing a shiver to run down my spine. Her thin fingers curl around my neck, digging in slightly - almost like she can't seem to get close enough.

"Shh, go back to sleep," I murmur into her ear.

Gently, I set her down on her bed, prying her hands away from my neck. I press the back of my hand to her forehead, still more worried about why she's so fucking cold. It's not normal.

"Why in hell would you sleep on the floor, sweetheart? God, you are freezing. Why are you so cold?" I mumble to myself.

I glance at her sleeping form in her bed, curled up in a little ball again, those long eyelashes fluttering as she falls back to sleep again.

I should go. I shouldn't be here right now. She helped me out and I fell asleep on her bed, forcing her to sleep on the floor. Why would she sleep on the floor? That should have been me. Did she think I wouldn't be comfortable with her sleeping beside me? Fuck, my head hurts with all these questions.

I should go. I should grab my stained shirt, jump out of the window and leave. But instead, I undo the laces of my combat boots and climb into bed beside her.

I can almost feel the coldness of her skin, and before I can change my mind, I grab her waist again and pull her into my chest.

Derya releases a soft sigh, rubbing her cold cheek against my chest. She shifts closer and closer until there's no space between us. I wrap her up in my arms and throw the blanket over the both of us.

My eyes flutter shut as I bury my nose in her curly hair. I press her closer to me, rub her back gently, trying to warm her up faster but eventually, I can't keep myself awake any longer.

I press my nose into her hair, hold her tighter, and fall asleep. Just like that.  

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'Ello, 'ello. Here is your double update (finally)

Before I run away again, I want to tell you guys how and why I am the smartest human on this earth. Instead of pre-writing OE and planning it properly, I did not. So if I add in something now or mention a detail now that I should have earlier please don't question it. I need to edit desperately but only once I have everything done.

I am also in desperate need of sleep because school is murdering me. 

I hate it when people stop talking to me then have the audacity to ask me why I unfollowed/blocked them on all socials. Like????

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