I could barely move without wanting to scream. Every inch of my body felt like it was being pulled off, the burning, searing pain unrelentless.

I felt Léon's heat beside me, I knew he had gotten it worse and I had to pretend I was fine, just so he wouldn't worry.

"Ugh...... I have so many regrets........" He groaned, and flipped over to air out his other side, he hissed in pain as he did so.

"Same." I responded, not wanting to move, but at the same time really hungry.

I heard his belly growl, his beast getting mighty  tired of waiting.

Mine followed.

We looked at each other and groaned in displeasure. Slowly and delicately getting up to find something to eat.

I felt my skin rib against my clothes and I about screamed. I had been cut, bitten, hit, bludgeoned and bruised, but nothing compared to getting your skin microwaved.

I could tell Léon was in pain, he had completely taken his shirt off, and his pants were unbuttoned as well, I could see his neon green boxers poking out, I laughed at this.

Why am I looking at them?

I pushed the thoughts out of my head and continued to slowly make a meal. Léon helped me but after a few minutes I made him sit down.

"I wanna help, I'm not that bad!" He whined, wincing as he talked.

"No, you can help by sitting down and healing, my skin is tougher than yours anyway." I began to cook, it was harder that usual, and about ten times more painful, but I caught Léon's eyes trailing me.

"What? Do I have something on me?" The way he was looking at me freaked me out, but a second later and he burst out laughing.

"No, I just wanted to freak you out." He said in between laughs. But he stopped in his tracks and shuddered in pain.

"You little-" I raised my hand to slap the back of his head, but put it down, we were already in enough pain.

"S-sorry....." He looked down and I suddenly felt guilty.

"It's fine." I sat down beside him, and winced at the sharp pain that went through me.

I leaned against the bedboard, Léon right beside me, I closed my eyes and I suddenly felt very comfortable.

I was in a bed, soft and fluffy, And I felt waves crash against the mattress, and Léon's heat still next to me, he was asleep, absent of burns and, honestly, quite cute.

He moved in his sleep, rolling over with a small smile. His hand grazed my own and I felt an electric shock go through my body. I immediately moved it, unsure why I was shocked.

I then looked out over the sea I had placed myself in, It was how I relaxed, in times of stress or when I was just bored.

Though I was always alone, it was the first time Lèon had been here with me, it was kinda nice.

"Ái........." He moved again and he grabbed my hoodie, pulling on my hood.

"Go back to sleep." I told him, and I gently moved him away from me, it wasn't the real him, just a memory.

"No....... I can't. I'm cold." I realized I was witnessing last winter, where we had to go to extremes to stay warm.

My mouth moved without my say and my actions were taken over by the memories.

"Shhh... I am too....... come closer." It was dark now, like a cloud was being cast over us, and I suddenly felt undeniably cold.

He did as he was told, I felt his body flush against mine, he wrapped his freezing arms around me, pulling me closer to him.

And I went red. Not only in the memory. But I, myself was blushing profusely.

I then was snapped awake. It was the middle of the night and Léon was asleep beside me, He must have thought I had fallen asleep, and did the same. On the table beside me was lukewarm food. Meaning he would have had to finish cooking, bring it over to the desk and set it down. In his condition.

I was still red from my escapade into memories, and I felt my heart pounding out of my chest. I needed a distraction, maybe once we were both healed we could explore. Just anything to get my mind off things.

I needed to get my mind off him, and the memories. They were in the past and we were just cold, nothing was meant behind it.

I fell into an uneasy sleep.