I just stared at him, still unable to speak. He stared right back his face a swirl of emotions of happiness, worry, love, and compassion. "For 13 years?" I asked shocked. 

"Yeah." He said breaking eye contact. 

"How long have I known you've been watching over me?" 

"For about 8 years." He said not looking up. 
"So you've known me for 10 years. I was what, 14 years old. And I've only known you for 8."

"Yeah. When I first saw you I knew I was meant to be with you, so I devoted my life to watch over you." He looked back up looking over my face to see my reaction. I smiled at him. "Are you hungry?" He asked me trying to stand up but fell back down his wounds still sore. 

I scooted over to him putting my hand on his shoulder. "How about you walk me through the steps and I'll cook?" 

"Yeah sure, but when I get better I'm cooking you a feast!" He said with a determined look in his eyes and I laughed. 

"Mmmm sounds delicious already." I said making him laugh. I smiled while I stood up, turning I helped Chase up and into the kitchen, leading him to a stool. "Alright now what's first." I said putting my hands on my hip and straitening my back once he sat down. 

Laughing he said, "Okay first you got to................."

***Pretty sure ya'll don't want to hear all this so I just skip it. They cooked and now continue***

"Aright I'm pretty sure it won't be as good as it would have been if you made it but here is your Shrimp Lasagna." I presented it setting his plate in front if him and mine at the seat next to him. 

"Oh I'm sure it's great. Your a great cook." He said smiling at me. 

"Thanks. Now let's try this. I've never had this before so I'm eager to find out how it tastes." I said digging my fork into the shrimp lasagna and putting it into my mouth. "Oh my gowsh. Dis is dewicious!" I said with a mouthful. I heard Chase laugh beside me. God I love that laugh. I thought to myself. I didn't look back over at him because I was too amazed at how good it tastes. I felt him place a hand on my back and he gripped it tightly. I look over just in time to see him start to fall out of his seat and to the ground. I rushed to keep his head from hitting the tile floor. "CHASE!!!!!!" I yell as I shake him trying to wake him. I lift him up and half carry half drag him upstairs to my bed. I laid him down and checked his wounds. I gasped when I found them all yellow and puffy. "Shit!" I said running to get rubbing alcohol and a wash rag. I rushed back and poured some rubbing alcohol onto the most infected wound which was on his abs. I wiped the excess alcohol with the wash rag. I did this process to the rest of the wounds that were infected. When I finished I sat in the chair and leaned back resting my head on the back of the chair and closing my eyes. 

"NOOOO!!!!!" I tried to yell at Jake ripped Chase apart, but nothing came out. I tried to run forward to stop the fighting but I couldn't move. I look down and Jake is holding my paws to the ground and smiling. I just stared at him. Why would he hurt me?!? Why would he hurt Chase? 

I woke with with a scream and looked over at Chase making sure it was only the wounds that were there before were the only ones. I sighed when I confirmed it. "Are you okay?" I hear a voice ask, making me jump slightly. I look up at Chase's eyes to see them wide open laced with worry. 

I smile at him and said, "Yeah I'm fine it was just a nightmare." 

"What was it about?" He asks and I lower my head. 

"I don't want to talk about it." I say under my breath not looking up at him.  I heard him shift to a sitting position. 

"Do you need a hug?" I hear him ask and I look up to see his arms stretched out in a 't' position ready to give me a hug. I nodded my head and speed walked over to him. When I sat beside him I swung my legs over his legs and his arms wrapped around me and squeezed slightly. I let his embrace comfort me. "I-I-I saw Jake killing y-y-you."I said choking on the last word. His grip around me tightened. "And he was s-smili-ng." I said breaking into a sob. After I caught my breath I said, "I tried to stop it but Jake was holding me down and ripping you apart. How is that possible?" I ask.

He twisted around and laid down still in a hugging position with me beside him and my head on his chest. "It was just a dream." He tells me. 

"Yeah but it felt so real." I say pausing and then continuing,  "Like it was a vision."