Private Finished I think we have an Emergency

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He didn't mean to come back to the island.

He'd waited three weeks at his house, milling about and doing farm work, throwing himself into repair projects as though fixing a fence or refinishing an old cabinet or mending a torn quilt would somehow mend the damage that she'd done to him over the last two years.

She.

Her.

That woman.

Guinevere Haze.

The stuffed horse was sitting on his dresser and starting at him. He tied her ribbon around its neck, but sometimes, in a moment of weakness, he'd peel it off the horse and fall asleep holding it like a rosary, whispering prayers he didn't understand. He always felt ashamed in the morning and he'd slip it back onto the horse and never think about it again.

But then, Lochlann had his own phone call, and he remembered what she'd said to him, to his family, right before she'd packed her bags and left: "There's been an emergency."

They called with questions about Dani.

And Dani led to his parents having some very uncomfortable questions for him.

It wasn't something he wanted to think about.

He wondered if that phone call was Guinevere's fault, some kind of last-ditch effort to get him back to the fucking academy, and he hated her, because it worked.

He was going to confront her. He was going to tell her that enough was enough and that they were done.

Those last words hurt him more than they should have.

No knife could ever hurt as badly as this: "I love you Lochlann. Goodbye."

There was a commotion at her apartment but Lochlann didn't think anything of it until he was almost in the doors when someone was stopping him.

"Sir there's been an--"

Lochlann caught site of the woman they were carrying out on the stretcher and Lochlann felt his entire body go numb. He didn't wait to verify that it was her. he didn't have to. He could always pick her out of a crowd. She was all he could see in his life.

And he ran.

When he realized his human legs could only get him so far, Lochlann dropped the glamour.

He'd never done something so brash in public before, but he was a monster, and this was an island full of monsters, and some monster had done something to her.

He didn't think.

He just ran.

He was human when he burst into the hospital and he was human when he screamed at the nurse, and he was human when he demanded information from the desk, but no one would tell him anything. He was human when he jumped over a medical cart and fucking punched the doctor in his face, and he was human when he looked down at his hand and saw it was throbbing.

He was human when he looked up at Aiden Hart and Aiden Hart hesitated, then set the syringe he'd been about to plunge into Lochlann's neck back down onto the cart.

He was human while he paced the waiting room.

He was human while he sat with his head against the glass window.

And he was human when they finally let him slip into the chair next to her bed. He laid his head on the bed next to her, his arms folded beneath it, and Lochlann closed his eyes, and he waited.

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Lochlann felt his name rather than heard it.

Her voice was so quiet it was almost inaudible, but he'd been so eager for some sign of something that he was certain he'd have responded if she even thought his name too hard.

"Hey," he said.

And then, he realized, he didn't know what else to say.

He lifted his head and he was staring at Guinevere Haze, but it was different. It was wrong somehow.

Guinevere Haze may have been human, but she'd always been a god to him. Indestructible, no matter how broken. But now, she seemed small, and fragile, and human, and very much like a high school girl.

"Hey," he said again. "How....how are you?"

it was a bad question.
 

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Lochlann had never before felt so helpless.

He thought he'd felt helpless the day she'd texted him and he'd found her sick with fever. But then, at least, there'd been something he could do. He could care for her.

Now, she was in a hospital bed and there was nothing he could do or say.

Slowly, Lochlann reached out and touched her hand. He didn't try to hold it, just tested the waters.

"I'm here," he said.

He didn't want to offer an explanation. He was certain it was her fault up until he saw her, but now, Lochlann was not sure. Gods, did he want a drink.

He needed to know.

Lochlann needed to peel this off like a bandaid.

"What...happened?" he asked.
 

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Her father?

Lochlann stiffened but he didn't remove his hand from hers. His eyes narrowed.

"Took too long to do what?" Lochlann asked.

There was a stillness around him that was strange to see. He was placid on the surface but beneath that, everything inside of him was swirling into a whirlpool. Her father. Guinevere Haze was a mystery. Her mom was gone, he knew that much, so it was just Guin and her father.

He thought about her stories about working on the farm.

He thought about her dislike of heights.

he thought about her beautiful painted hands.

he thought about this:

I love you, Lochlann.

"Hey," Lochlann said. He was still, too still, and he placed his other hand ontop of hers. "I am going to be here for you."

Lochlann Cabyll-Ushtey was going to kill someone.
 

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"I don't..." Lochlann didn't understand.

His face searched hers but he was still now. He blanched. He watch the bead of sweat drip down her face but, despite that, Lochlann didn't want to lick it off of her. For a moment, he couldn't think, he couldn't breath, he couldn't move.

He closed his eyes.

I love you, Lochlann.

This

was

his

fault.

He picked up the pieces of himself that were left and packed them into a small, tight box that he buried inside himself. Lochlann packed up his honesty. He packed up the look he gave her that night. He packed up the memory of her lips on his. He packed up the way she reached for him another night. He packed up the way she said Lochlann.

And he buried it.

"Yes," Lochlann said. "I will be here with you."

Her hand was still between his own. He never dropped it. He wasn't shaking. He was still and rigid.

"Guinevere....what is your father's name?"
 

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"Fine," Lochlann said.

But it sounded bitter, which meant he was scared, so he shook his head and his voice softened. Instead, he said, "Okay."

He would find out.

He swore by the sea and by the land that he would find out. Lochlann licked his lips. The scab on his bottom lip was gone, but he swore he could still taste blood. He felt her hand turn beneath his and her fingers squeeze his and Lochlann shook his head, telling her to stop.

Why was he here?

In this room or on this island?

Lochlann sighed. He pulled the chair up closer and rested his face back down on his other arm so he was looking up at her while he held her bare hands.

He did not answer her question.

"Are you hurting?" he asked. "I can ask them to bring you something else for the pain. or I can get you something for the pain. I know a guy who makes something amazing."
 

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Lochlann sighed and pressed his face into the blanket as though he was trying to smother himself.

He bit the inside of his cheek, counted to ten, then exhaled. When he looked up at her, his eyes were sharp, and he inspected her face. He counted to ten again.

He scootched the chair closer yet and leaned over the bed at her, looking at her face closer, taking in her scent. He pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear. He wasn't going to kiss her.

"Do you really want to know?" he whispered. He wasn't touching her but, in different circumstances, the posture might have been sexual. Instead, it was possessive.

He was going to call for something for the pain.
 

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Lochlann licked his lips.

"I will," he said.

He caressed her hand within his own. he didn't squeeze, but he wanted to. instead, his hand slid beneath her sheets until he found what he was looking for.

Lochlann squeezed the button for the nurse and then he sat back in his chair to study her again.

"They were already at your apartment when I got there," he said. "And they said you were found alone. How long was it?"

A muscle in his jaw twitched.

How long did she lay there before they found her?

Lochlann's shoulders were rigid when the nurse came in and his eyes were narrowed.

"Can Miss Haze have something stronger for the pain?" he asked.
 

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Lochlann did not like the sound of her laugh.

He did not like any of the sounds that she was making, or the way her white skin looked less like moonlight and more the color of dead flesh. He did not like that she smelled like the faint, off-lemon of hospital antiseptic and the kind of sweat that drenched off a person when they were conscious but shouldn't be.

Lochlann did not like that he looked like her fault.

"The last time I was here?" Lochlann said. He crossed and uncrossed his arms. He was out of the chair and pacing by her bed side. He stopped and said quietly, "The last time I was hear was to pick up Dani's body after the autopsy."

That was his fault, too.

He was seeing this now. The pattern was so obvious.

He'd been blaming what he was for so long, but this went so far beyond that. It was who he was. There was something so fundamentally screwed up with him that anyone who loved him died.

He was a flurry of erratic movement, pacing across the room and then after the nurse. He reached out and grabbed him by the arm. The nurse arched an eyebrow and shrugged Lochlann off, but to his credit, the nurse hesitated.

"Look at her," Lochlann said. "Please, do something."

And then Lochlann was pacing again and once the nurse checked something and left with a chart to request a stronger poultice, Lochlann was back at Guinevere's side.

He was looking at her. The bags under his own eyes matched hers.

He was never going to sleep again.

Lochlann said, "I remember this."

She was so small that he was able to sit on the bed next to her in a side-straddle position without touching her. He slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out her ribbon.

Lochlann's hands were steady when he reached up and brushed her hair from her face. He pulled it away from her flushed skin and tied it back with the bow.

He hated the bruises on her neck. He hated the bruises that crept out from beyond the collar of her hospital gown. His finger prints were all over her even though Lochlann never laid a hand on her, not like this.

He swallowed.

He looked down at the floor.

"I'm glad I'm not here for your autopsy, too."
 

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Her hand was on his face.

Her fingers felt like icy trails of frost spread out against a January window. He looked at her then and, for a moment, the corners of his eyes wrinkled together as though he was going to look at her the day she'd said those horrible damning words.

But they didn't. He'd packed that away and that's where it stayed.

Maybe she wouldn't die. She was human, but that didn't tell her anything about her lifespan. He didn't quite know what her abilities did to her. She'd survived whatever the hell had happened to her.

Lochlann put his hand over her own but his fingers barely grazed her skin.

"I know you will," he told her.

He leaned forward and, with the barest of touches, Lochlann grazed his lips against hers.

His fate was in her scarred, broken hands.

He pulled away from her but he didn't get out of the bed.

"What do you need from your apartment?" Lochlann asked her.

He was suddenly practical. He cocked his head to the side and eyed her warily.

"Clothing? Books? Laptop?"
 
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