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Emile POV
I blinked my eyes quickly, taking another sip of my peppermint tea. I'm running on only an hour of sleep, and even then it was really just a light doze.

I was just sitting at the kitchen table, my notebook next to me.  I stared at it lazily.  I know I need to start working again.  But I've just been so busy.

Logan, Deceit, and I work together to figure out Wylan since we are probably the smartest three intellectually.  Then I have to help Wylan with his extremely toxic relationship with Corruption and his depression.  Then I work with Virgil and Quinn on their PTSD from being with Corruption and suicidal issues.  I work with Evan in speech therapy and physical therapy, considering how much the parasite destroyed his body. And on top of that, I have all my regular patients like Elliot, Kai, Larry and Dot.

Which meant that I haven't been able to get a moments reprieve since Wylan showed up. So two days now. Did I get any breakfast this morning?

I'm worrying so much.  What if I can't help everyone?  What if I never get Wylan out of that toxic mindset?  What if Virgil or Quinn don't get the help they need to heal.  What if Evan can't speak ever again?  What if I fail?

"Emile," Logan said, making me jump to attention.

"Yes?"

"Evan said he wanted to talk to you," He informed me. I smiled and nodded, biting back a sigh.

I slowly stood up, tucking my notebook beneath my arm and carrying my tea.  I had to sidestep some empty boxes to get to the stairs.  The only good thing that came with Wylan's arrival is that Patton has forced Remy and I to move into the Light Sides place.

Remy complained but I liked the idea of staying here.  It also helped reduce the risk of getting separated and kidnapped by Corruption.

While I've been helping everyone, Remy moved all our stuff into our new room.  He grumbled he entire time but he knew it was for the best.

I knocked on the guest bedroom door, where Evan was staying, letting him know someone was coming in.  For whatever reason unknown to me, Evan and Remus have been avoiding each other.

I opened the door and stepped into the room.  He smiled at me, lazily plucking a few strings on his guitar.

"Good to see you Evan,"  I told him, sitting down at the end of the bed.  "Do you how do?"

Great, not.  He wrote, reminding me of Elliot. 

"Well why's that?"  I asked.

I don't know how to explain it.  Evan wrote with a sigh. 

"Nervous?"

Guess you could say that.  He added with a shrug. 

"Don't worry,"  I said with a smile.  "There's no judgment here."

Thanks.

"Logan said you needed me?"

He started writing again, setting down his guitar.  You're a couples therapist right?

"Yep," 

Something happened between Remus and I.  Evan wrote, his hands a little shaky. 

"Yes, I did notice you and Remus had become very distant these past few days,"  I remarked.

And so began a long two hours of Evan explaining what Remus did.  Followed by another two hours of speech and physical therapy. 

~•~

I felt ready to collapse, but I also feel that I haven't done enough.  There's still so much to do. 

I still have to talk with Virgil and Quinn.  And Logan said he wanted to talk about Wylan later.  Thankfully I have no more sessions with my real world patients today. 

Maybe if I were a good therapist, I'd be able to handle all this.  I'm really failing this time.

I tried pushing away those thoughts, forcing myself to get back up.  It didn't work too well.  The more tired I got, the more angry with myself I became.

I don't know if it's because I'm spending so much time worrying about other people rather then myself.  But it's my job so I just have to suck it up.  The others are more important.

I want to cry.  I just want to lay down and cry.  I am so tired.  I can't do this.

I sit there, all day.  Being smothered in everyone else's issues.  Helping them.  But who's there to help me?  Who's there to talk me through everything that happened with Corruption. 

Do I even deserve something like that?  Maybe once I my job right, I can get help.  When everyone else is okay, then I'm allowed to heal.

My hands were shaking so much, my tea about to spill.  I tried to still my hands but I couldn't.  I could barely focus on my notebook in front of me.

"Salutations Emile,"  Said a voice that was starting to get on my nerves.

"Hey," I mumbled, turning around slowly. Wylan was there with him, crying yet again. "Is something wrong?"

"Wylan is have another predicament," Logan answered.

"I just wanted to know if I could up my sessions," He mumbled. "I feel really numb a lot now and I know that's not good."

"Well of course," I said with a fake happiness. As if we didn't already see each other for one hour every day.  But Wylan needs help and I can't deny him that.

"We also need to start discussing with Deceit about Corruption again,"  Logan told me.  "Wylan has shared vital information."

My tea cup started started shaking in my hands again.  But I just nodded and smiled. 

"Of course,"  I mumbled.

Thats when Remy, Roman, and Virgil came downstairs. They were discussing who had the better jacket; Remy or Virgil.

Remy took one look at me before rushing to my side.  He pulled the mug out of my hands and sat it on the table.  He was good at catching me when I overworked myself. 

I practically collapsed into him as he picked me up and carried me back upstairs.  No one questioned it.  People knew better then to get in Remy's way or question him.

I curled into Remy's chest as we headed to our new room. He shut and locked the door behind us.

Remy sat me down on the bed and gave me a look. I just smiled gratefully at him for getting me out of that situation.

"Baby what did I tell you about overworking yourself?" He asked, tapping a heeled foot against the floor.

"They need my help," I argued.

"And you need to take care of yourself," Remy told me. "I love that you're amazing and selfless, but you're just as important.  You need help too."

"But-"

"No buts," He said, cutting me off with a deep kiss.   I kissed back, wrapping an arm around his neck.

Remy smirked into the kiss and pushed me back on the bed.  We made our for a bit, breathing heavily through our noses.

Things got heated and Remy grinded down on me a bit. I couldn't help but moan into the kiss from the sensation.

"Want me to distract you and make you feel good baby?" He mumbled into my ear, nibbling at my neck.

"Yes please," I gasped as he bit my neck.

"Maybe I should punish you for not taking care of yourself," Remy added, smirking down at me. But I shook my head.

"No," I whined. "I want soft and gentle and lots of loving cuddles afterwords."

"As you wish Emi," He laughed. I sighed at the nickname but was cut off as he pulled my sweater off me.

He quickly discarded his jacket and shirt. I looked up at him because damn is he hot when he's shirtless.

"Staring is rude," He teased, starting to undo my tie. I hummed in response but otherwise didn't say anything. He tried to get my shirt unbuttoned but sighed in frustration.

"Too many damn buttons," He complained, finally managing to get my shirt off.

I laughed and pulled him in for another kiss. He moved down my jaw and neck, making sure to leave lots of hickies.

I moaned as he started messing with my chest. Teasing me and leaving little love bites everywhere.

"So beautiful," He mumbled, kissing my stomach.  I think I'm chubby but Remy always disagrees with that. 

"Love you Rem," I whispered.

"Love you too Em," He replied as he started pulling my pants down.

And we all know what happens now.

~~~Le MaGiCaL TiMe SkiP cAuSe iM nOt wRiTiNg sMuT~~~~~

Remy POV
I looked for something to watch on TV, finally settling on American Horror Story.  I sighed and repositioned onto my back. 

Emile was still sleeping next to me, completely dead asleep.  He needed it so I was glad he was asleep.  He was out pretty much the second we finished.

He was facing away from me but his back was pressed against my thighs and lower side.  My eyes trailed down the large amounts of hickies and love bites I left all over his neck, shoulders, and chest. 

We were both still naked, the blanket barely making it over my hips but Emile had pulled it up to his shoulders.  I didn't feel like getting up to get dressed or waking Emile up from his much needed sleep just so he's wearing clothes.  Besides, we're perfectly okay with being naked around each other. 

I couldn't be more in love with Emile.  Maybe I could marry him one day.  That would be amazing.  We've been dating for so long anyways, why not be husbands?

I sighed.  That would have to wait until Corruption is gone.  I refuse to do something like that while that asshole is still out there. 

Emile stirred a bit in his sleep, turning over and hugging me basically.  I became a pillow for him.

Not that I was complaining.  Emile needs sleep since he's overworking himself yet again.  He tends to always do that when things fall apart. 

I got so angry and worried when I saw him there.  Shaking, obviously tired, circles under his eyes.  And Logan and Wylan there wanting him to do even more then he already does.

For a therapist, Emile is really bad at taking his own advice.

He will constantly put everyone else before himself.  And it causes him harm.  He doesn't get sleep or food.  And then he starts feeling bad about himself. 

Emile stirred again, slowly opening his eyes.  He let out a long yawn.  I kissed his forehead as he rested his head back against my chest. 

"Feeling better?"  I asked him. 

"Yeah,"  He said, letting out a content sigh.  "Still tired though."

"And you'll stay right here in bed until you aren't anymore,"  I told him. 

"But-"

"You need to take care of yourself,"  I reminded him.  "Rest baby, you need it."

Emile let out a long sigh but otherwise shut his eyes again.  I gently ran my hand though his hair.

"Can you at least bring me some tea if I'm stuck here until I'm better?"  He mumbled.

"Of course,"  I said, pulling myself from his arms.  He whined at the loss of warmth and contact but stayed still in the bed. 

"Be right back babes,"  I promised, kissing him lightly. 

I pulled on my boxers, black sweatpants, and my white shirt.  I checked the time, seeing that it was only just past 5 pm. 

Perfect.  I'll make Emile some tea, grab some snacks for dinner.  And then Emile and I can stay cooped up in our room for the rest of the night.

He needs one night without worrying about anyone other then himself. 

I walked downstairs to the living room, surprised to see everyone there.  They were all sitting on the couch, playing scrabble in teams.

Damn.  Emile and I could do good with that game.  Too bad though.  Emile needs time to himself, not more forced socializing. 

"Ayyy there he is!"  Roman yelled. 

"Get any Rem?"  Remus asked in a teasing manor. 

Usually I would have laughed at the joke, but anger flared up in me.  Only Emile can call me Rem.  And these guys made Emile overwork himself. 

"Me and Emile's sex life is none of your damn concern,"  I said lowly. 

"Sex is always my concern,"  Remus argued.

"F off,"  I said, resisting the urge to flip him off, but Evan's here.  "Now if you excuse me, I'm trying to make my boyfriend some dinner."

"I thought you couldn't cook,"  Roman snickered. 

"Well Emile is a little busy at the moment because, oh yeah, you guys made him overwork himself.  Again."  I hissed at them. 

I angrily started boiling some water for tea and throwing some pizza rolls into the microwave.  I glared at everyone as shock washed over their faces. 

"What do you mean?"  Patton asked. 

"Emile is a nice, caring, selfless person,"  I said.  "So he always ends up worrying more about everyone else then himself in these situations.  He gets overworked and he crashes."

"Well we didn't mean for that to happen,"  Roman said uncomfortably.  "He's a therapist, we thought he could handle it."

I turned around angrily, rounding on Roman.  Anger filled me.

"Oh so since he's a therapist, his feelings don't matter,"  I said sarcastically.  "Yep.  That's all he is.  Someone for everyone to dump their issues on." 

"Remy-"  Logan started. 

"Oh!  No!  Don't you dare 'Remy' me,"  I said, borderline on yelling. 

"Remy."  Patton said this time.

"No!"  I yelled.  "Emile has not slept in two days.  Two fucking days!  He has been taking care of all you and your fragile ass minds!  He spends hours dealing with you four!"  I pointed at Quinn, Evan, Virgil, and Wylan.  "And then he deals with you talking about shit he doesn't want to be involved with!"  I yelled at Logan. 

"We apologize if we upset Emile, but you need to calm down,"  Logan told me, only succeeding in making me angrier. 

"I will not calm down until you guys start respecting Emile as a person with feelings instead of just a therapist for you to throw your problems on,"  I told them. 

Grabbing the food, I stormed back up the stairs.  I was fuming with anger.  I opened the door and slammed it shut. 

Emile jumped a bit in shock, but obviously seemed to understand.  Tears were falling down his face, telling me that he heard everything. 

I quickly set the food down and discarded my sweatpants and shirt.  I pulled Emile into a tight hug, noticing he put his pink boxers back on.

"It's okay baby,"  I told him.  "I got you."

I moved us so we were laying back down, me spooning him.  Emile continued to cry softly.  I was silent, letting him just cling onto me in a coping manner. 

We stayed like that for a while as Emile mumbled bad things about himself.  I countered everything, usually accompanied with kisses. 

"Thank you,"  He finally breathed out.

"No problems babes,"  I said, pressing kisses on his face. 

"Love you,"  He mumbled, giving me a kiss.

"Love you more,"