“Okay, yeah, sure. I’ll meet you outside,” Stefan said with a smile, getting up and tossing his cup before exiting the cafe and leaning against the building. His left hand found his right, and he twirled his daylight ring around his finger even more. It moved easily over his skin, and his eyes scanned the streets while he fiddled with his ring.
“I do suppose you’re right,” Tom laughed, a blush covering his face as the comment was processed. “Oh gosh!” he blurted, covering his face with his hands to hide his deep blush. “Gerald, you’re killing me!” Tom joked, still hiding his face from the other, but peeking his eyes out from behind his fingers.
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It had been a few days since Amelia had been taken to the hospital, by her brother. She had bruises all over her body and it hurt like hell.
Oliver wanted to go with their father, help him with the company but their mother had made sure, she would go so he could stay with Amelia. Sighing deep at first, she smiled when she saw Oliver returning with a milkshake. “It’s your favorite.” He smiled. Amelia chuckled softly. “Thank you, Ollie.”
The smile disappeared when she saw him “Alex….” She whispered “What are you doing here?” She looked at Oliver “Please stay?”
Oliver nodded. “I will.” He promised “What are you doing here, Alex?” He frowned @heart-on-her-sleeve
Amelia had taken some time off from college to let her body and mind heal. Laying on the couch, she watched tv but soon enough fell asleep. She had been so tired lately, glad she was able to stay home.
Alex had been in rehab for several weeks now, and he honestly was miserable. Withdrawal was much harder than he thought it would be, and the thought of coming home to Amelia was the only think keeping him in line. He thought about checking himself out several times, only to have Oliver somehow finding out and showing up, arms crossed and intimidation seeping from his being. He didn’t have to even say anything for Alex to turn on his heel and stay in rehab. After several weeks of good behavior, Alex was granted a visit home with a court-mandated (Oliver mandated) chaperone. He’d been waiting for this day, and he was going to go all out for Amelia on this trip home.
On the way to Amelia’s place, Alex had first stopped at the florist and picked out a bouquet of flowers for her, then made a quick stop at a grocery store for some chocolates and a large stuffed animal. He juggled the items as he made his way up to the front door, unlocking it with his key and stepping in. He saw Amelia right away, fast asleep on the couch with the TV still playing. He set the gifts down before sitting by her feet, placing a gentle hand on her foot. “Amelia, I’m home, baby. I’m home.”
“Oh, I am. Trust me,” Ray drawled, leading them back to the car. “Truffle pasta? Damn straight! You know I love it just as much as you do.”
She chuckled soft. “Goofball.”
When they arrived home, Amelia got out of the car, taking off her heels as soomn she arrived at the porch.
Ray beamed at the nickname that he was so proud of. “What can I say? My goofiness is brought out when I’m around those I’m highly comfortable around.” He followed behind Amelia, ensuring she got inside safely. “I threw some laundry in before I left, there should be some warm clothes in there for you. I’m going to get things started for dinner before changing.”
“Don’t be so stubborn, please.” She answered. Ashley laid her low-temperature hand on his forehead. “Help will be here soon.” She promised.
“Who’s coming? What do you see?” She looked worried. “What’s happening?”
Tom held his palms to his eyes, trying to wipe the traumatic vision from his mind. “I don’t know. I just had this feeling that I was in danger. I saw someone with my face. I didn’t hear anything, though.” He was breathing heavy, the headache lingering but becoming more of a dull ache rather than a sharp pain. “Wait, who did you call? I’m fine!”
“Oh, yeah. of course!” Stefan said, almost sheepishly, nearly forgetting that she was naked under the blanket. He stepped away, walking down the short hallway to give the woman space.
“Calm down, I’m here now.”
“Stop panicking, you’re only making it worse!”
“I can’t breathe-“
“Are you having a panic attack? Wait- let me help, just breathe.”
“Oh darling, no one cares about your pity act. Gasp for air all you like.”
“It’s just a panic attack, I’m fine, I’m used to it just- give me a moment.”
“Give me space I can’t fucking breathe!”
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god-“
“Why are you shaking so much?”
“You look pale… sit down.”
“Are you all right?”
“D-don’t come in- I’m fine-“
“Look at me, okay? Everything is fine, just breathe, in and out. In and out.”
“I think I’m going to throw up.”
“Stop crying, I’m so sick of you pretending to be scared.”
“Did something happen? Are you okay?”
“I didn’t know you suffered panic attacks.”
“I thought you stopped having these…”
“Have you taken your medication?”
“Okay, sit up, watch me, and breathe. We’ll do this together.”
“Don’t panic like that! You’re going to give me a panic attack too!”
“Yeah, I heard about Peter. He’s kind of scary, don’t you think?” Tom shrugged. “I think I might just stay away from those two, yeah?” He got up from where he was sitting, still leaning heavily against the wall. “I should, uh, probably go back to work,” Tom said, clearing his throat after his voice wavered.
She stood up, smiling. “He is. He also thinks he is so loved.” Ashley smirked, but then looked at him. “Are you okay?” she looked concerned. “You don’t look okay, to be honest.”
Tom took a step, but his head went swimming and he caught himself on Ashley’s shoulder before he nearly took a tumble. He leaned back against the wall and took a deep breath, closing his eyes. “I, uh, woke up this morning with a headache. But not a-a- usual headache. It felt different,” His voice was strained as he spoke. His head felt like it was being wrapped in a vice grip.
She helped him on the bed. “And you still decided to work? You’re staying here.” Ashley sent her friend a text with the message, he was not feeling well. Then she called her brother Scott, his boss and their friend Deaton and…. Derek. Yes, he had a dark past but he knew about this stuff and she trusted him “I called a few people to help you. We will find out soon, what is going on.”
“Patients need paramedics,” he strained, his headache piercing across his skull. He squeezed his eyes shut, and visions of his doppleganger flashed across his eyelids. He didn’t hear anything from the vision, but he just knew.
Tom gasped suddenly, sitting up in the bed. “They’re coming.”
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