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Cruz was starting to spend more time conscious– even so, though, April could see a crippling melancholy sweeping away the soul of the man she knew. The most exercise the man had done for almost a week was either sitting up or rolling over.
Now, she sat by his bedside, as she had for the past week, holding a glass of water to his lips.
Cruz lifted his hand to find and touch the glass, looking for something familiar in a world of absolute darkness.
"How are you feeling?" she asked him softly, tipping the glass back slowly so that a bead of water trickled into his mouth.
He swallowed, then pushed it down so he could speak. It took him a minute to muster the motivation. "…I…" Well, how could he say? The rage, betrayal, the burning need for relief? The physical pain? The absolute sorrow, desperation, and crushing realization that he was entirely helpless?
How could he say that?
"You…?" April prompted gently, brushing her thumb over his knuckles.
"I feel empty," he whispered back in the same tone of hollow defeat. So muchhe wanted to say, and so little energy for it.
She turned his face towards hers, leaned in to kiss him tenderly. "I'm sorry."
He inhaled slowly. "April.. "
“Yes?” She lifted his hand to her lips.
"…" He drew another breath. "I know where this is going to go," he murmured. "You'll grow tired of taking care of me, leave me out on the streets and I'll die," he continued in the flat, lifeless voice. "Or I'll die from some stupid accident. I'm utterly.. Useless, now.."
Tears threatened to overflow from April’s eyes, which were squeezed shut. She inhaled shakily. “Do you really think so little of me, that I would leave you on your own?”
His nose started to run down his lip in watery drips, his tears. "Everyone gets tired eventually," he whispered so painfully.
April carefully wiped it all away with a handkerchief, shaking her head before she realized that he couldn’t see the action. “Not me.”
"You say that now," he forced the words from his choking throat. "Oh, God," Cruz was starting to work himself into a panic, mind reverting back to feeling himself bleed out into the snow, alone, so alone.
“No.” April took both his hands in hers and moved closer so that he could feel her presence better. “Never. I swear it on my life.”
"You don't know what it was like," he gasped, "I thought i was going to die, I was going to die and all I could think about was you,"
“You’re right, I cannot imagine what it was like.” The tears were tricking down her stricken face. Again. “But I don’t have to. I’m not going to leave you, Cruz.”
He clasped both of her hands to press against his face. Cruz tried to speak, but.. He could only manage tears.
April mopped them up, again and again, clinging to Cruz like she was his anchor, his lifeline. “I love you. And this isn’t going to change that. Nothing is.”
"Promise," he choked to his lover.
“I promise.” She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, the wetness of her cheeks brushing his.
He held onto her head tightly. It felt so difficult to celebrate his life, when what happened had left him crippled like this.
She rested her forehead against his— carefully, of course— and murmured sweet words.
Cruz listened to her soothing voice. It was all he had now.
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