Hey guys. For those of you that don't follow me or look at my posts, I just got over the stomach flu. So that's why I was absent for a while.

And no, there are no updates on my aunt. Thank you for praying.

This is just Eddie Brock fluff/angst. And it is short but I'm too sick to write much.

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It was Monday, in the middle of the night. Eddie's eyes cracked open and he saw the red digits of the alarm clock. It read 3:54 A.M..

Eddie closed his eyes, telling himself that he still had roughly four hours to sleep. He was cradling his pillow in his arms, flipping over from his side to his stomach, and-

And then he flipped right over on his back, breathing heavily, eyes suddenly shot open and staring up at the ceiling.

Then he sat up fast, shifting the bed, and looked down at you.

You were fast asleep until he plopped back down on his side, this time, facing you. His fingers went to the side of your face and you jerked in your sleep, eyes opening wide fast.

"Eddie?" you murmured.

"Shhh," he hushed, laying down. He put his arm around you. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

You hooked your fingers in the neckline of his grey t-shirt. "Well, why are you up?"

"Bad dream," he said, then he added, "I think."

"Don't remember?" you asked into the side of his neck.

"No," he sighed.

It wasn't anything new for him to have bad dreams; ever since Venom, and especially ever since Venom marked Spider-Man as his enemy. But it made you worry for Eddie.

"You're shaking," you said.

"S'okay. I'm okay." He nodded slowly.

You tilted your head up and kissed him on the jawline. Bringing your hands up through his hair and down his back, you snuggled close to him, trying to warm him and comfort him all at once.

He held you tighter.

"Are you sure you're okay, Eddie?" you asked, fully awake now.

"I'm fine," he said. He kissed your forehead. "I've got you."

You smiled and shook your head. "Get some sleep, you big dummy."

"Okay," he said. He kissed your forehead again, stroked your hair, and turned onto his back. You put your head on his chest and draped your arm around him.

"You sure you're gonna be okay?" you asked.

"Stop worrying about me, babe. I'll be okay," he said.

BUT YOU'RE WORRYING ABOUT YOURSELF, EDDIE.

Eddie wanted to tell him to shut up. But he chose to just ignore him.

You sighed. "Okay," you said. You let your eyes shut and as you drifted off to sleep, Eddie stayed awake.

And he just held you.

"You are the most important thing in my life," he told you, not knowing (or caring) if you were awake or not. "I love you."

IF YOU AREN'T WORRIED, EDDIE, THEN WHY ARE YOU SAYING GOODBYE?

"Be quiet," he said softly. "Just leave me alone and let me have this before you take over for good and I never get to see her again."

Venom didn't say anything for the rest of the night. And while Eddie didn't know if this was the last time he could ever hold you, he treated it like one.

Because Eddie really didn't have control anymore.