I knew that it concerned Michael. Max and Alex were informing the rather reluctant Maria of who Michael really was. About his parents, about his upbringing, about what social events might have contributed to the man he was now. They were trying to smooth over what had happened. Because right now - like Dresden had pointed out - was not the time to be angry with each other. Maria needed to trust Michael. Or at least not to hate him.

I was trying to concentrate on what they were saying. I was trying to listen to the comforting sound of Max's voice and the soft laughter from Alex. I was doing my best to try and make out if Maria was happy or angry. But after drifting in and out of consciousness for a couple of minutes, sleep won me over and pulled me down into a deep and dreamless slumber.

When I finally made my way back to the world of the living, I found myself lying on my stomach with blankets covering my body and Max filling my vision. He was asleep, facing me, with his arm and leg draped over my body, pinning me to him. The room was silent and dimmed, telling me that it must be in the middle of the night.

I laid there for a couple of minutes, tracing the lines of his face in the semi-darkness. He looked so relaxed and peaceful when he slept. My heart grew with love and protectiveness. He was so beautiful. Inside and out. And I loved him so much.

Eventually, I couldn't stop myself from leaning forward and brushing my lips with his. The soft sound of contentment moved between his lips and he used his hand to pull me closer.

His eyes blinked open when our noses touched and a tired smile grazed his lips. His voice broke with sleep, being darker than usual, as he whispered, "Hi."

I smiled, curling further up against his body, loving the peace and natural feeling being this close to him brought me, and whispered, "Hi."

"Did you sleep well?" he asked quietly.

I did a quick search of the state of my body, realizing that I felt pretty good. "I think so."

He smiled and kissed my lips softly. "Good."

His eyes tiredly blinked closed again, but I kept watching him. Kept thinking of how lucky I was to have him love me. Of how grateful I was to have him in my life. How much he meant to me. What a beautiful soul he was. What an amazing person he was.

Without opening his eyes, with only an amused smile spreading across his lips, he whispered, "It's in the middle of the night, beautiful. Get some more sleep."

I knew that he had heard my thoughts, but it was not like they were secret. I had no trouble letting him know exactly how I felt about him.

"How long was I asleep?" I questioned, starting a mental calculation. It had been afternoon when Maria had been hurt and the meeting had happened shortly after that. So I must have fallen asleep early in the evening. Missing supper and all.

He inched his left eye open. "More than 24 hours."

My breath stopped. Huh? Did I hear that correctly?

I cleared my throat and my voice was just above a whisper as I croaked, "What?"

He opened his other eye, let out another satisfied sigh and hugged me closer again, brushing his lips over my forehead. With my nose pressed up against the warm side of his throat, he said reassuringly, "Don't worry. I kept track on you the whole time. The rest were a bit worried when you didn't wake up, but I guess you really needed sleep."

I frowned. I hadn't misheard him then. "I missed a day?"

"You needed the sleep," he continued naturally. As if it was a very simple fact.

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