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CHAPTER 25: Heal me (Mar'i POV)

It had been almost 20 minutes since we had fled from S.T.A.R labs back to our apartment. With the police on their way and the cure finally in our possession, we had decided that our safest option was to administer the cure here out of the way. By the time the cops would have reached Hale and he would have told them about us, the cure would be gone and we would safely be on our way to going to the past. Well, that was the plan, but there was still so much smoke in the air to clear.

As soon as we walked through the door, Damon went straight to the mirror, presumably to look at the amount of damage caused to his face and body in the fight.

Susan and I stood near the couch, watching him.

After a moment's silence between us, I spoke. "Susan, would you mind giving us a minute?" I ask quietly, making sure that Damon cannot hear us.

She looks over at Damon, worry filling her eyes as her son grows paler.

I place a hand comfortingly on her shoulder, "I know how to help him, but I also need to explain some things."

She half smiled in understanding and nodded in agreement. "Please wake me up if something happens." She asked before walking away into her room.

I watch her leave, waiting for her to fully disappear from sight. Finally, I take a deep breath, trying to think about what the hell to even say.

"Damon, your mum has gone to bed." I approach him as he stands in front of the mirror. "I-" I cut myself off as I catch sight of the amount of blood on his t-shirt.

With everything that had been going on, it hadn't really occurred to me just how much blood he could have lost.

I noticed his face getting increasingly pale and sweaty, losing any more blood and he was at risk of passing out.

I hold onto his shoulder so that he faces me. "Let's have a look at that." I speak, trying to pull his hand away from clutching his wound.

"No, I'm fine." Damon argued simply, his voice lacking emotion as his lips resting in a straight line after speaking.

I tried desperately to hide my irritation. "Either I have a look at it, or you bleed to death." I reply simply, hoping that at least for a moment he'd stop sulking and listen to me.

I saw the determination in his eyes melt away as he nods slowly in agreement.

I blow a stay piece of hair out of my eyes and usher him onto the couch. I notice him squeeze his eyes slowly in pain as he lies onto it.

I hover my hands over him in case he needs help. "We can't take you to the hospital;" I explain, "you're supposed to be 37, so you're going to have to trust me."

He scoffed loudly and purposely, "HA, trust you!?"

I hold my head in my hands in both guilt and to stop myself from an outburst.

I take a deep and deliberate breath and walk over to the cupboard next to the sink. Opening the door I scan the area for a first aid kit. Seeing what resembled one, I pulled it down and grabbed a small bowl and filled it with cold water from the sink.

Carefully, I walk back to Damon who is watching my every move.

I set down my equipment and perch on the end of the couch so that I am in front of his stomach.

The air was thick and intense, both with anger and unspoken explanations.

"I'm sorry, Damon." I spoke quietly, moving his hand away from his cut.

This was all I could think to say, even though there was so much more than needed to be said.

He kept silent, but his eyes were still burning onto me.

I begin to work. Slowly I lift his shirt up to find the source of the bleeding. After lifting it a few inches, a huge open gash revealed itself on his left side.

I cringe slightly at its appearance, thick red oozing from it as black lined the edges of the broken skin.

I struggled to open the first aid box whilst holding the shirt up. I sign in frustration as it falls over the wound as I let go to get a cloth.

Seeing my frustration, Damon slowly sits further up. Before I can ask what he's doing, he slowly and carefully lifts his shirt over his head, exposing his upper body completely.

My gaze couldn't leave his body, but from the corner of my eyes I saw him toss his bloodied shirt to the floor, his eyes fixated on me.

I fell blood rush to my cheek at the sight of his muscular torso. I clear my throat and mutter a quick 'thanks'.

I fumble around slightly, grabbing a cloth from the kit and dunking it into the cold water. "This will be a little cold." I warn simply, my hands trembling as I wring out the cloth water.

I placed it over it cut in one fluid motion, trying to make it as quick and painless as possible. Damon winced a little at the contact but slowly melted into my touch.

I continued to dab at the wound, carefully enough not to irritate it, but thoroughly enough to remove the dried blood. I dip the cloth back into the water a couple of times, letting it transform red.

"Right." I breathe steadily, "The cut isn't as deep as I though it was, so I don't think that you need stitches." I turn away from him and back to the first aid box on the floor. I dig around for a bandage, "I'll check that there isn't any glass then I'll bandage you up and the bleeding should subside."

"Are you sure?" Damon asked, his voice husky through lack of speaking.

I pick out a large bandage and a pair of scissors, "Yes. I know that I'm not a doctor but I know what I'm doing."

Damon didn't reply, so I continued to unravel the bandage.

I'd spent a lot of time in the past watching my dad patch himself up after fights as Nightwing. He could have a look at it when we go back to the past, but in the mean time, this would do.

I tilt my body back to Damon, holding out the bandage in a large stretch. "This, erm." I cleared my throat, "this, might sting a little."

Damon's eyes widened as I pushed the bandage against his cut, the pressure obviously painful. "Sorry." I manage to mumble as I fiddle with the scissors in my other hand.

"I've felt worse." Damon spoke softly, looking directly into my eyes.

I'd really hurt him by lying to him.

I shake away the feeling of guilt in my mind. "I need this to be as tight as possible. Can you lean forward so I can reach around your back?"

Damon clenched his jaw a little at my lack of reaction to what he had said, but regardless he complied.

I reached the bandage around his shirtless back, my arms encircling is body. I naturally blushed as my head rested on his muscular torso as I struggled to overlap the bandage at his back.

For a moment I sink into him before pulling myself together and leaning away from his body. I tape the bandage together at the front and admire my handy work.

"We're done now." I announce quietly, letting the blood leave my cheeks as I stand up from the couch to walk away.

Suddenly I feel a hand grasp my arm tightly.

"No." Damon spoke clearly, "We're not."

I tense slightly after I see the cold look on his face. I slowly lower my body back to sitting down next to him.

I tuck a stray piece of tangled hair behind my ear as I wait for him to speak.

"When were you going to tell me?" he asked simply, almost sternly, his eyes not leaving me as I avoid his stare.

I let silence consume us for a long moment.

I was tired, physically and emotionally, I didn't want to do this, but he needed it. I owed it to him after what I had put him through.

"I wasn't." I mutter softly, the honesty in my words cutting the silence like a knife.

His eyes widen slightly in surprise. "How are yo-, I mean, what is it that you have?"

I close my eyes, "Well," I stop a minute and try to think about what to say first. "I was born with a large amount of a toxin called Sophthium in my system, nobody knows why. Basically it's something that people are not familiar with and have no idea how to deal with it. I've tried countless treatments growing up but nothing seems to be able to permanently remove it from my body."

I stopped and looked at him for a reaction. He didn't give one so I continued, "Nobody knows how long I have left."

It was a while before he spoke. I could see the cogs turning in his mind as he took everything in. "And this cure could heal you?"

"I don't have a clue; I just assumed that it was worth a shot."

Some colour had returned to his face as he looked less weak than before. "And yet you offered to cure my mother and go through with this whole thing without telling me?!"

I sign in irritation at his change in volume. "Well, what could I have done!?"

He sat up further in frustration. "Mar'i you're leaving yourself to die!"

"Like you said, she's the only family that you have left. She's important to you!" I shouted back.

"You're important to me Mar'i, God can't you see that!" His voice softened at the end, defeated in a way.

I wasn't going to argue, to respond or anything. I couldn't handle this right now.

I took his hand, "Hey, its okay. You're going to be okay." I soothed.

"STOP SAYING THAT!" he suddenly burst. He ran a hand through his messy hair to steady himself. "It's not going to be okay. YOU'RE not going to be okay!"

I frowned at his tone; he was making this a lot harder than it had to be. "You have other friends Damon, you only have one mother."

"I know but it's different." He argued his voice threatening to rise again.

My voice began to grow at the failed comfort, "How is it different?!"

"It's you!" he argued, his volume matching mine.

"So?"

"I can't lose YOU." He shouted.

I scoffed, my voice cracking slightly as I knew what he was trying to say, "What!? Why me?"

Please say it.

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!" he shouted, holding the sides of my head in his hands to force me to look at him.

Silence over took us, only to sound of his long laboured breaths could be heard as they hit my face. After a moment, his hands started to slide off the sides of my face and down to my shoulders.

He left them there and dropped his gaze to the floor as I continued to remain silent.

My breathing sped up at the confession. I focused on the pulsating of my heart as it sped up.

For the first time, I felt alive.

I steady my breath, looking at Damon properly as he continued to stare at the floor. Tears clouded my vision but I could see clearly enough to reach out for his face with my hand and force him to look up to me...just in time for me to pull his lips to mine.

The heat was instant as he quickly responded to my kiss, his own hands reaching for my face as he cradled it gently.

He held me as our lips continued to work, his movements were frantic. I could only assume that his thoughts knew there was so much to lose and he was holding me like I would slip away. His right hand slid from me hair and slowly brushed down my cheek.

The movement sent shivers up my spine as I lent in even closer, my arms encircling his body and roaming around his back.

I didn't know what I was doing, how I was supposed to feel, but what I did know is that I was kissing him with everything that I had and everything that I'd lost.

Of course by this point, our bodies were begging for oxygen and my lips had certainly begun to tingle with the feeling of becoming numb from such desperate movements and amount of pressure.

Reluctantly I pulled away first, leaning back enough to steady my breaths, but keeping our faces close.

"Damon Hale." I spoke softly, closing my eyes as I feel him rest his forehead against mine as a sign he was listening. "I've been in love with you from the moment that I met you."

I felt my eyes fill with tears as I kept them shut. I took a breath and continued, "I once told somebody that breathing wasn't living. And until now, I didn't really understand what living meant if it wasn't breathing. But with you, I know that THIS" I hold my hand against his cheek, "is truly living."

Damon's breaths grew quieter, "Now I really can't lose you." He spoke softly, reaching up and kissing my forehead.

"Hey." I whisper as tears fall from my eyes, "Everything will be okay." I promised, but we both knew that wasn't true.

Damon's eyes narrowed in pain as he reached up and wiped my tears away with his thumb.

He laid down further, shuffling closer into the couch and pulling me down into the space next to him.

I rested my head on his chest, mindful of his injury. His arms circle my waist as he held me tight.

Feeling the most at peace I had felt in my whole life, I slowly let my eyes close for a well needed sleep.

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