'Another day, another post-traumatic order'

Chantelle was put onto a drip and the doctor said that there isn't much that can be done but wait. I couldn't tell how Bella felt about the incident. About me.

She stays at Chantelle's side, holding her hand; but her and I hadn't talked much. I leave the room to get us both some water, I really hadn't drunk much, maybe only two beers but my throat still feels dry.

I come back and pass Bella some water. "Thanks," she says softly. "I've rang her Mum; I think I will stay with her until she gets here; but I-" She looks so conflicted.

"Can't forgive her?" I offer.

She pursers her lips together and shakes her head.

I caress her cheek, "you're a good person Bella, setting up boundaries for yourself doesn't make you a bad one."

She smiles sadly. "Thank you," she rests her hand on mine and stares deep into my eyes.

"What kind of person do you make of me after tonight?" I ask hesitantly.

She continues to stare into me with a tiny crease that has formed at her brows. "I think there is a lot I don't know, things that you are hiding from me to protect me. But that's what you do, you protect. The innocent, the helpless, and me. In fact, I can't imagine the limits you would go to just to protect me."

"There are no limits for you and I," I whisper.

The crease moves from concentration to a concerned wonder. "Then share your burdens with me Tyson," and she gives me that same look when she found me on the floor in the middle of a freak out. A look that she would carry my soul with her, no matter the weight.

"Bella?" Chantelle sits up groggily.

Bella moves to go back to her as my phone dings. My heart sinks as I see Ace at the top.

"What is it?" Bella asks with worry.

I cough and try to give a comforting smile. "I have to take care of something, meet you at mine later?"

She comes over to me. "Is everything okay?" She puts her hands on my face.

I nod my head. "Nothing to worry about, I'll explain when I get back," I offer reassuringly.

She kisses me softly, the kind of soft that reminds me of the gentle life I want with Bella. She kisses me this way to keep me grounded. "I love you," I whisper; giving her one last kiss on the head before leaving.

Prospecting fucking sucks. You are pretty much a mix of a slave and a joke. Why anyone wanted to willingly do the stupid shit before being patched over eluded me.

Ace wants me to pick up his favourite burrito. It doesn't seem like a big deal, until I realised that burrito is in a different state. Five-hour drive one way. It is just after two in the morning, and I have my second show tonight.

He is making me his personal bitch and it is fucking infuriating. This is also the first time in my life that I wish I owned a car. Every part of my body aches and my eyes strain to stay focused.

Pulling up to the shop, I stretch all of my limbs and sigh knowing this is only half way. I will need about three Red Bulls to get me home.

'Open 24/7' flashes at the top of the door, and inside there is a middle-aged man with sunken eyes behind the counter. "Order for Ace," I ask.

He grunts slightly. "He says he changed his mind and wants you to pick up a burrito from a local store," the man offers no smile.

Mother fucker.

I resist the urge to take a baseball bat to this entire shop.

Instead, I very calmly head to the fridge and pull out three Red Bulls.

I pull up to The Lost Souls club house a little after eleven in the morning. I feel completely drained and want nothing more than to climb into my bed, with Bella at my side.

The door is automatically unlocked for me before I even knock, this is my first time being here since I was a kid with my dad. It's quiet at this time, a few girls are passed out on couches, with another couple members watching a movie. I remember the head office being upstairs and begin the climb. "Aye prospect!" One member calls as I head up. I wave my hand but don't look back.

I knock twice before Ace calls me in.

I chuck the burrito at him and his smile grows. "How did you find the ride?" He asks like the dick he is.

"Refreshing," I answer calmly.

He nods his head as he unwraps the foil and takes a bite.

"Do you need anything else?" I ask like the good lapdog I am.

He shakes his head. "We have church Saturday night though; I'll message you the address."

"Looking forward to it," I leave without another word.

Pulling up back home I know I can get a few hours sleep before I need to head to the theatre. There is a note waiting for me on my pillow.

'Have gone home, tell me everything after your show.

I love you, Bella.'

I smile like an idiot, I loved that she is copying me. I put my phone on charge, set forty alarms; and then let a peaceful sleep take me.