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They are back at home now and Ben has a cast on his arm from the crash and a fever some how passed on by someone in the hospital:

Ben's POV:

The past week has been tough. Even though I don't remember it my body sure does remember the stress and the lack of sleep that had gone on previously. I came home thinking I would be able to return to my normal schedule. Boy did I get that wrong. I had come home and pretty much passed out on the couch. And ever since then I haven't moved and Ian hasn't left my side. I would wake up to see Ian cleaning or adjusted things to make me feel comfortable. Every time my stomach pronounced its emptiness, in a blink of an eye, some soup or bread would be there. But most of all, every time my arm ached or my heart ached for company..... Ian would be there. 

I had just finished a small meal when I fell back asleep. I kept on having dreams of that black room. It always ended with me near Ian. But this time it was different. It started out as usual, in the black room with Ian's sobs filling my ears with pain. Everything aches. Now normally the room would fill with happiness and colors that fill me with joyous emotions. But this time the crying kept ringing through my ears. It was confusing. I thought I knew what was going to happen. But I clearly didn't. The crying continues and an image fills in the black spaces. I couldn't make it out......I rubbed my eyes and blinked over and over. But I couldn't see it. Ian's crying was louder and louder. Soon it turned into him shouting. What was he saying?" Ben, I don't love you, just go on. Okay. Just go back to Denmark. Please... it would me good". What!!! I looked around in shock. What had I done wrong. The image put before me grew clearer. It was Ian, sending me out of his house with a loud yell. Soon this image was every where and Ian was repeating the same phrases. I looked and yelled apologies. What had I done. It all became to much for me. I did something to harm him. Why would I do that. I lost my sense of reality. They walls of the dark room collapsed on top of me. There was nothing I could do but cry.

Ian's POV:

The second we came home he just crashed on the couch. It was funny.... I had the urge to do that to. But I didn't. The doctor told me Benjamin needed rest and food. So I listened. I fixed the lighting so it was not to bright and presented him with some food and drink so he would not starve. Sometimes he would murmur things in his sleep. Some things made me blush some things made me worried for his health. But I didn't dare wake him up. Slowly, growing tired myself, I sat down on the couch and started to fall asleep. 

Crying. Who was crying. I reluctant wake up to see Ben curled in a ball, injured arm layed flat, crying. I was scared. No I am not a wimp. I was scared for Ben's reson of tears. I picked up and layed his head on my lap and ran my fingers through his thick hair. I kissed his forehead, trying to ease down his tears but it didn't work. So i sat there for an hour cradling and compforting my helpless husband. 

Ben's POV: 

I awoke with my face stained with tears and Ian, his hand in my hair, softly snoring. He quickly shook awake to the sudden movement of my awakening. He look at me as I sat up. He kissed my cheek."Ben..."." Yes?"." You were.... crying. Why?". I told him of my heart aching dream as he looked on. He grabbed my hand and told me he would never do that." I know"."Then look me straight in the eye and tell me that I wouldn't do that". He tickled my chest as I struggled to tell him the expected phrase." You..... would ne- never..... d- do that". I yelled in between giggles." Good", he smirked then left the room to start dinner. I was crazy. Why would he ever do that. I laughed to myself as the smell of soup wafts from the kitchen.