Bridgette is laying on the ground, asleep.

Alek frowns. "B-bri.." he winces, his own voice painful. He looks back to the ceiling and closes his eyes. The pain from the night before returning.

She stirs and wakes up. Memories flood in and she gasps, sitting up quickly "Alek!?" She looks at him quickly, fear in her eyes.

He opens his eyes,"Mhmm." He hums in response. He shuts his eyes again, the lack of light making him uncomfortable.

She trembles and quickly crawls beside him "Oh my gosh! Are you hurt? Are you okay? How's your neck? Please don't die!" She holds his hand tightly.

Alek places his other hand on hers, stroking her with his thumb.

"Its witching hour! How long have you been awake?" She notices his silence "Oh I'm sorry! It's like Victor... you won't speak until later morning..." She looks worried "Do you need anything? Point or... or make hand pictures! Anything!"

He opens his eyes, his hand moving to her cheek. He could hardly see her features, but didn't need to.

She whimpers and shuts her eyes "P-please Alek... say something..."

"C-come.." he croaks out. He looks at her.

Her eyes widen "W-what? Come where? What is it?" She leans closer, worried.

Alek pulls her to him, kissing her lightly, not wanting to speak more.

She shuts her eyes and kisses back, sighing in relief that he is okay. She kisses the wound on his neck lightly "I'm sorry... you don't need to speak..."

"Mm..." he closes his eyes, smiling lightly. He pats the bed next to him.

She looks at it "Hm?" She lays beside him and stays close. She kisses his arm "What is it?"

He uses his good arm to hold to her waist. Alek drums his fingers on her side, pulling her closer.

She blushes and gets as close as possible, kissing his neck wound again. "I-im glad you're feeling better..."

He leans his head back, exhaling a tired sigh.

She kisses his chin and then his jaw "We have a few hours... but I have to go at about 6:00... okay?"

He holds to her tightly. He pulls her hand to his lips, kissing her fingertips.

She sighs "... I'll get timber back... I will..." She kisses his cheek "And I will schedule another time to hang out with Evelyn..."

Alek opens his eyes again, carefully turning himself to face her. He studied her face, worried that she would try to act alone. He tilts her head up, kissing her jawline.

She gasps "Alek, you're hurt. You need to relax..." She shuts her eyes "Im doing this alone... and keeping you safe..."

Alek places a hand on her cheek. "...N-no..." He closes his eyes. "...n-not-t... alone..."

"Yes, Alek, alone." She kisses his hand "And you are going to rest. I'm going to tell your father you are sick..."

Alek's eyes soften. "...Bridgette no..." he cringes, his throat rough.

"Timber won't hurt me, he'll hurt you. And I'm not going to let him do this to you again!" Tears fill her eyes as she recalls the other night.

Alek frowns, kissing Bridgette. He pulls away, staring her in the eyes. "...p-pr-promise..."

"I swear on my father's life.... I'm not letting him hurt you again..." She smiles softly.

Alek tries to shake his head, his thumb brushing her face."

Yes! I'm going to deal with this Alek, and tomorrow morning, your father will make his suitor decision." She sits up.

Alek watches her. He wants to tell her he's not worried for his own safety but her. He's scared of what Timber could do now. He doesn't say anything though.

"Good." She kisses his cheek gently "And I promise... everything will be okay..." She smiles.

He nods carefully, closing his eyes.

For the next few hours she takes care of him and comforts him. In the morning she gives him a small kiss before leaving the room, shutting it gently. She heads to Evelyn's room.

Evelyn had gotten dressed, her golden hair brushed and braided.

"Evelyn, we have to visit later... Alek is sick..." She looks away.

Evelyn frowns. "Sick? Oh how dreadful!"

She nods "Yes... it is..." She sighs and looks away "... Do you happen to know where my suitor sleeps? I have something to discuss with him..."

"Oh well I believe he went to the study..." Evelyn says, tapping a finger on her chin.

Momarch nods again and turns, leaving and shutting the door. Bridgette's eyes slit and she heads to the library.

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A/N: Hehehe I love the next part coming up.

L/N: Boi, reading all this now gives me anxiety XD