Damien

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Her waiting room was covered in flowers; daisies, sunflowers, and every lily under the sun it seems. She didn't seem to be one for roses, and none of the tattoos covering her did she have a rose on her body. I sat next to her in a comfortable chair that came with the expensive room, but the room seemed like such a small price to pay.

Guilt settled into my stomach as I looked at all of her injuries, her skin paler than I remember. My heart practically broke at the sight of her, but it continued to crack as she remained unconscious. I missed her, so incredibly much.

As soon as she wakes up, I'm telling her everything. Why I forced myself to be with Courtney, the gang and all of our secrets, and how much I love her. I truly love her, and she deserves so much more than me; but for now, I want to be selfish.

I was to hold her, kiss her, be with her in every sense of the world. Take her to Italy to meet my mom, bring her to Paris and Berlin and buy her everything she every even looked at. She's my angel, my princess, and she serves to be treated as such.

Now if she could just wake up.

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Fern

Pain is a well known feeling, although it often comes with happiness. Giving birth hurts like hell, but you get a child out of it. Tattoos hurt but you get artwork on your skin.

I just hoped this pain came with something good.

I felt such a heavy weight on my chest as well as my eyes, not letting me open them. I could hear the noises of the machines next to me, so I knew I wasn't dead. My bones ached like they hadn't moved in days, and I forced all of my energy to my fingers to twitch them.

A sharp intake of breath told me someone saw, someone was sitting next to me and holding the hand I just moved. I could tell who it was, by the buzz in the air surrounding us and the familiar smell of Italian coffee and leather.

Damien. My Damien.

My heart began to race as I tried to force myself out of whatever hold this darkness had on me, the resulting sound coming out of the machine causing him to start panicking. I could here him shouting for the doctor as I tried pushing at the black depths surrounding me, but it all ended when a sharp pain entered my arm; and I fell under.

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I felt lighter this time, like I could actually wake up. I forced my eyelids to open, looking up to a dark room with barley any light filtering through. I pushed myself up, wincing at the ache in my arms of not moving for so long. I had no idea how long I was out, but I knew it must've been a while.

The flowers around me were slightly wintered, withering in the large vases they sat in. I smiled when I saw no roses — I loathed roses. They always reminded me of death, never love or lust like they were supposed to mean.

The room was practically filled to the brim with flowers, the overwhelming smell attacking my nose as I turned and looked around stiffly. I grinned as I saw Damien asleep on the couch, a tight white shirt clad on his torso as well as grey sweatpants. I pulled the IV out of my arm as well as shutting off the heart monitor besides me, shaking out my limbs the best I could.

I swung my legs over the side and stepped down, stumbling down onto the cold marble floor. I sighed as blood began rushing back to my legs, lifting myself up with the help of my hospital bed. I finally stumbled over to Damien, smiling at his worn face. He looked so tired.

"My love." I whispered, I leaned over him as I reached down to brush his cheek with the pad of my thumb. He looked so exhausted, even as he slept on the uncomfortable couch. I shook him gently, his eyes barely sliding up as he peered up to me with his dark eyes. "Come with me Damien."

He nodded numbly as he stumbled off the couch, blindly following me with my hand outstretched. I climbed back into the hospital bed and pulled him down with me, wrapping my arms around him and pretty much laying I've this chest. I snuggled into the crook of his neck while his hand played with my dark locks, stroking up the curve of my back.

"This is such a cruel dream." I heard him murmur beside me, his hot breath spraying out across my skin.

"What do you mean?" I placed a kiss right below his ear, smiling as he shivered gently.

"You're a dream my little vixen, my little Angel." I smiled as I sat up, my hair falling to create a curtain between us and the world surrounding us.

"This isn't a dream Damien, I'm sorry." He looked at me with furrowed eyebrows before his eyes widened, his arms wrapping around me to pull me to his chest.

He placed kisses all over my cheeks and neck, pushing my dress aside to kiss all over my bare shoulders. His hand ran through my dark hair, resting against my cheeks when he finally pulled my lips to his own.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry my darling." He whispered against my lips, his forehead resting against mine. God I loved him, I swear on my breathing body and beating heart that I would love him with everything I have.

"It's not your fault, but I love you Damien. I know you're dating Courtney and everything but I do, I love you and I was going to tell you that day we presented our art projects but I got torn away and –"

"I love you too. I'm not with Courtney, well, I was, but only because she convinced her father to keep you off online, so none of my enemies could find you and hurt you. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been with her. It broke my heart seeing you with Charles, so I could understand how you felt."

I grinned as I gave him another kiss, running my tongue along his lips until he opened and granted my tongue access. He moaned against my mouth as I deepened it even further, pushing him against the hospital bed behind me as I laid over him more.

"Wait wait," He sat himself up, his eyes flirting across my skin. I'm sure he saw all the bruises, the scars, even my tattoos now. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"She's my mom Damien, as much as I hate her, I love her just the same." His face fell a bit as I spoke, before it hardened into stone. "What aren't you telling me?"

"Baby, I'm sorry." A single tear fell down my cheek, I already knew what he was going to say before he said it. I wasn't stupid, I knew the wreck was bad, I had just hope that somehow...

I was kinda relieved though, I wouldn't be in much pain anymore. I looked up to Damien, his eyes soft as he watched me. I breathed out a heavy sigh, I guess I should tell him.

And I did.

I told him everything, about my father and Stella, about how they truly died. About the torturing and why I had these tattoos, to cover the huge scars along my back. After I told him he wrapped his arms around me so tight it hurt with all of my bruises, but I just let him. It was as if he was afraid I'd drift away, like I'd leave him like his mother did.

He told me everything after I told him about me, about his mother and his father and Italy. He swore he'd take me to meet her, he'd bring me to Paris and Berlin, since he knew I'd always wanted to go there. He even told me he'd bring me to get more tattoos to cover these scars, he'd even get some with me.

"Damien, I can't get any where I can't cover them up. Whatever job I get in the future, I mean, you know I want to be a doctor." He smiled before kissing me deeply, his tongue playing along with my own before pulling back to look me straight in my eyes.

"Be our doctor, the gang keeps on growing. I want you here for as long as you'll have me, so think about it."

He spent the rest of the early morning hours swearing he'd protect me, and kept muttering about the many different ways he'd kill and torture the leader of the gang that killed almost all of my family. I finally looked around at all the flowers, before poking Damien's cheek to get his attention.

"What's with all the flowers?"

"I knew you loved flowers, so I wanted you to have your own personal garden while you were healing."

I just smiled and kissed him, like I was always meant too.

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