(Aaron P.O.V)

What is that beeping? Ugh, Alexander, turn off the alarm. Alexander!

Ah

Ah what is that?

It hurts! It hurts! Ithurtsithurtsithurts!

Make it stop! Make it stop!

Alexander, Alexander make it stop!

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(Alex P.O.V)

Aaron started to toss and turn in his bed while I held his hand. Beeping of the heart monitor quickened. It is an endless noise, yet it is one I do not want to stop hearing. Comforting, but almost like the background music in horror films. When things get quieter and more flat, you know something is going to happen.

"Aaron, Aaron, it's okay!" I grasp at his hand, but the heart monitor only beeps even faster. Ugh, the noise! "Nurse! Nurse!" I shriek, they rush in. They do things to the machines and Aaron, to get him to relax once more. More drugs? He is going to be so off his shit when he finally wakes up. He will wake up. He will wake up. He. Will. Wake. Up.

I kiss his knuckles. They are bruised and rough.

Was he trapped in the office? Oh God. Was he punching at the door, trying to get it open? Trying to make enough noise to attract others to help him get out? How many beams fell around him? How many trapped his body without consent? Scaling flames rising around him...

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(Aaron P.O.V)

Have I fallen asleep in the office again? My back is stiff and my legs feel cramped. Didn't Alex say he was getting us coffee? God, I could drink out the entire business right now.

I slowly open my eyes, expecting to wake to papers, books, and unpacked boxes. Instead, my sight swims, eyelids shut quickly against the sudden white light.

I groan. I feel something move besides me. Where the hell am I?

I start to panic.

What are your surroundings, Aaron? Breathe. Think. What does this feel like? What does it smell like? Think.

Feels like... Not comfort... But not discomfort.... Bed? It's a bed. Am I in bed with someone? Not my bed. Not even my room. Lights are too bright. Hurts.

Smell... Sterile? Chemicals?

Sounds.... Beeping.... Beeping... Beeping.... Be-breathing? My breath? Or another's?

Aaron

What?

Aaron

What!?

I am not thinking my name. Am I? Am I saying it?

"Aaron! Come on! Please!?"

Familiar voice... Oh!

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(Ah-liccs-anders P.O.V)

It is treacherous to watch. To watch someone you love be in pain. It's like he is dying. No, it won't be the first time I have stood side by side with Death, as he takes the hand of someone I knew and led them to the other side. A better side.

I say his name. I say it again. "Aaron!" I repeat until I get any sign, any small reaction.

My endless hoping comes true: his eyes flicker.

Come on. Come on, now. Open your eyes for me, please.

Please. Please, baby, please.

"Alexander?"

Tears are brought to my eyes. How voice is raspy and dry. He struggles to keep his eyes open due to the heavy drugs they've put him on. Words seem difficult for him to form. Flinching, at every sylibol.

"Shh, it's me, my love. I am here. Rest." I hold his hand, only bandaged slightly at the wrist and around the thumb. I do not press hard, in fear of inflicting further misery.

"Where? Wh- I?" He struggles at the words again. Too many substances flowing through his brain. Too much pain to not have them. It's unnerving to see him like this. He's such a sharp, quick witted person, and in this dullened state...

"Where are you? You're in a hospital. Shh, don't worry. Everything will be fine. They'll keep you here a bit longer to be sure you're okay to be home."

"Cry- You. Crying." He lifts his arms slightly, no doubt trying to reac my face to try to wipe them off my cheeks. Tears, stream down. He does that, he holds me and wipes the tears of my cheeks when I'm sad. He kisses me and tells me how amazing I am. He... He's trying even now in this state. "What happen?"

"There was a fire. And I left you up there!" I broke down at my own words. I collapse back into the chair, bury my head into the bed. I keep a hold onto his hand. He tries his best to comfort me, before the drugs pull him back under.

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(Aaron P.O.V)

Motherfucking Morphine

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(Alexander P.O.V & time skip a few weeks)

It's been a month nearly since the fire and hospitalization. Aaron is... quiet. And more than he used to be. The building hasn't been completely rebuilt yet, but I don't think he - we - will be able to go back. His nightmares, screaming my name, saying that the flames are frowning closer. He used to sit by the fire with me and read. Now, everytime it crackles or pops, he jumps and whimpers. His scars... You'd expect them to be rough and unforgiving. Instead, it is soft, sensitive skin. Medication for his more extensive burns helps to an extent. The lesser burn scars start to fade already.

"Alexander, I'll be alright. Stop looking at me like that." Aaron chimes from the other end of the table. We work from our apartment, for now. Even injured, the man still works.

"I know, Aaron. I just... I like watching you work it's cute." It's a half more so of a quarter lie. He is cute when he works and studies things... But he also might be doing it to distract himself. I must make sure he will be all alright.

"Everything is and will be fine, Alexander. I love you." He smiles softly at me, then turns back to the papers.

"I believe you. And I love you too, cutie." I am sure everything will be alright

And it is.

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Well, the ending to this was terrible.
Disclaimer: I have little to no knowledge of medical things around burns and such.