Lox's POV....

Headache.

Light is barely shining through the curtains. I don't want to move or wake up Greya but my head's about to explode if I don't take something for it.

"Greya, Love?" I gently brush my hand up and down her arm.

She yawns, stretching one of her arms over her head and turns her body to face mine. Strays of her long wavy hair falling over her face. I brush them away so I can see her beautiful eyes.

"Are you okay?" Her fingers find my hair and my headache thanks her for the hint of relief.

"I n...need t...Tylenol or m...Motrin if y...you have a...any?"

"Yeah, of course. I'll get some now," she's says, reaching for her phone and checking the time.

"W...what time i...is i...it?"

"6:10. We have another hour and a half tops of quiet before Chase gets up."

Three hours of sleep. This is going to be a rough day. I don't usually sleep well on any given night but after a seizure, I need all the recovery sleep I can get.

Greya goes to the kitchen so I force myself to sit up. My left arm is pinned against my chest and my hand in an excruciating tight fist. My left knee won't straighten either. Typical after a seizure and I usually sleep with a splint. Another seizure is bound to happen today or tomorrow, I never only have one and done.

Greya's going to see a lot of things I'd rather her not ever witness. She'll realize how disabled I am if we plan to take this relationship further. Now is better than later for her to change her mind about me. I pray to God she doesn't.

"Here." She hands me the Motrin and another glass of purple liquid.

"Y...yuck," I tease.

"I know. It tastes terrible but it helped when we all had that stomach bug last weekend."

I need to piss. How the hell am I going to make it to the bathroom? Maybe my leg will straighten once I stand.

"C...can y...you help m...me to th...the bathroom?" Total turn on, I know.

She reaches for my AFO and shoes and places then next to me. She then massages my calf muscles a few minutes first, hoping that will help. Massaging definitely releases some of the tension in them, so we shall see.

"I d...don't th...think I'll n..need those," pointing to my brace and sneakers. My toes reach the floor but my leg doesn't want to drop any further. Damn seizures. Maybe in another few hours my muscles will release.

Greya then looks at my pinned arm. No chance she'll be able to lift it any higher until I try to stretch it out or something. We can try to fix my arm some after I take a leak.

I raise up my right arm and she moves to my right side, wrapping my arm around her shoulders as she holds my waist. "Ah," I clench my teeth so I don't wake up the boys. Standing up is torturous. But I need to move around so all my muscles get working again.

We stand together waiting for gravity to fully straighten my knee so the rest of my foot can touch the floor. If this doesn't work, I'll have to crawl to the bathroom and there's no fucking way I'm having her watch me do that. Not today anyway.

I should have her wake up Liam. He'll carry me there no problem. That's what he'd do if I were at home or I'd use the urinal in the bottom drawer of my nightstand. Here I have two options, both humiliating for me.

"I'm s...so s...sorry Greya." What am I doing to this poor girl. This is why it's only been Liam and I. This is only a glimpse of my morning routine and Liam helps me with most of it.

"Stop apologizing. None of this is your fault. Here get on my back."

"W...what? n...no I'm t...too heavy."

"I've piggy backed Fynn's drunk ass before, so come on, we'll be fine."

She's crazy. And she never ceases to amaze me. If it were any other girl experiencing this situation with me, they would've run already.

I'll never doubt her again as she easily gets me to the bathroom and gives me my privacy after I convince her I can pee on my own. Watching a guy needing to sit to pee would cause more havoc to my already low self esteem.

Thankfully the sink is right near the toilet so I can grab onto it and shuffle my way over to wash my hand.

My left heel finally touches the floor while I stand here, yet walking on it is still out of the question.

As much as I want to curl up and hide in my own room, I also want to be here with Greya, how ever much I embarrass myself. She doesn't blink an eye when she notices I need help, she just helps and the way she does it seems so familiar to me. A living angel's the only way to describe her. Sent to me for reasons I can't explain.

"All s...set G...grey."

She comes in a bends down slightly for me to get onto her back and seconds later we're back on the couch.

"We have some time before the boys wake up. Let me help you with your arm and I can massage your leg again."

I like her determination to fix me. Or try to anyway.

After she massages my arm and pries open my fingers for me, flexing and bending them a few times, the pain goes away and I'm no longer imprisoned by the death grip my hand muscles had over me.

"What usually helps after you've had a seizure? Does Liam do what I'm doing for you?"

"M...more times th...than I c...can count. Every d...day after I...I woke f...from my c...coma. H...he's had t...to c...carry me, h...help m...me eat, sh...shower. I...I can d...do most of th...that on m...my own n...now. Liam's h...helped m...me get t...to th...this point. He's th...the best b...brother I c...could ever a...ask for. All I...I had r...really."

"You have me now. And Chase, Fynn, Cohen, Declan, Ari, all of us. You and Liam aren't alone anymore." Her emerald eyes shining back at me, tears pooling in them like a dam waiting to burst.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you in the beginning." She blinks the tears away.

This is the third time she's apologized for not being with me after my accident. What does she feel sorry for? She didn't know me, we weren't friends. I wish we were.

"Y...you didn't kn...know. Y...you couldn't h...help me th...then if y...you didn't know."

"I guess not," She lowers her head, her eyes gazing over an imaginary spot on the floor.  It sounds like she blames herself for not being there during my years of recovery.

"Come h..here," I motion for her to sit next to me and I wrap my arm around her, pulling her into me.

"P...please d...don't feel s...sorry for m...me. It h...happened and n..now I n...need to k...keep t...trying to g...get better."

"It should've never happened, everything you've been through."

I agree with that. Who knows why shit happens. Why I was driving that day, why a drunk driver decided to swerve in front of my car.

"It w...was an a...accident."

She doesn't respond, only stays close to me.

It's Sunday and everyone usually comes over here to hang out and eat together. I should go home but I don't want to leave. I enjoy spending time with my new friends even if I can't do much of anything today. I can have Grey or Liam explain what happened so they know why I'm acting stranger than the norm.

I rest my head onto hers and yawn.

"You're probably really tired huh?"

"Yeah, I...I am. S...sorry I w...won't b...be good c...company t...today but I'll t...try." If I don't get more sleep, another seizure will happen quicker than expected.

"Looks like Liam slept in Fynn's room so you can sleep a couple more hours in my bed if you want? Chase will be up soon anyway and he isn't the quietest."

"Th...thanks, yeah."

Greya gets up and then sits back down in between my legs and grips the back of my thighs. "Get on." She says it without a care in the world, like it's totally normal to carry around the guy your dating on your back.

I laugh because what else is there to do.

Greya laughs a little with me while I hold onto her with one arm. I'm glad we see the humor in this situation.

Greya's very strong, I'll give her that.

We let go of each other when my butt is on her mattress.

As soon as she turns to face me, I reach up and caress her cheek, pulling her close enough for me to kiss her. Her warm lips part just enough for my tongue to slide in and meet hers. Our kiss is gentle and slow and another vision of us enters my mind again. I wish I could explain them.

"Thank you," I clearly breathe the words into her mouth and kiss her one more time. I could kiss her all day.

"You're welcome," she whispers back. "Now get some sleep, I'll check on you in a few hours.

I lay back onto her pillows while she covers me with her comforter.

As soon as my eyes close, I drift into endless different dreams. Dreams that seem so real that instead of sleeping peacefully, I'm constantly trying to wake up so I can make sense of them all.

I don't wake though. I remain with Greya in her room, on her couch, in the school hallway, in a room that has a piano and a picture of me and my mother. One realistic dream after the other until Liam enters the room, touching my shoulder and waking me from them.