Once again, she wasn't able to get any sleep, and it was pissing her off to no end. After months of NOT being able to sleep, she finally found some solace with Trenton. She was finally able to get a good night's sleep, of course that came after a few hours of bedroom gymnastics.... which usually ended up starting elsewhere and ending in bed. For once, she was truly in love. Blissfully, happily, completely in love with him. She often had thoughts about becoming his wife, but that had changed in the last few days.
The inability to sleep, paired with biting Dave twice last night...the paling skin, the eyes changing color.... it scared her. Normally, when at work, she was the one who showed no fear at all. For the first time since she lost her mother and father, she was absolutely terrified.
Regardless of what everyone said, she knew leaving would be the safest thing for everyone. She could easily disappear, just grab a new identity and move to somewhere else. But then she realized that it would possibly hurt that man sleeping in the bed.
She loved to watch him while he slept. Sometimes he'd snore slightly; sometimes he'd talk in his sleep. He always had the look of a child when he surrendered to slumber. She also loved how he held onto her when she stayed in bed next to him. It was almost like he was afraid to let her go.
She loved him dearly, and this sickness or whatever was causing her to act strangely was making her want to leave, to keep him safe. She'd take a bullet for him, if it meant he was safe one more night. She decided to make him breakfast, pulling on some running shorts and one of Dave's Sweatshirts. She slid on some sneakers and grabbed her keys, heading out of the apartment and out to her car. She ran to Mc Donald's and picked a few Egg Mc Muffins, along with hash browns and orange juice. She picked up some extra goodies and headed back, adjusting the breakfast on a plate and tucking the paper under her arm as she went back into the bedroom. She set the plate down on the nightstand and went to the window again, undressing. One particularly strong ray of sunlight caught her across the backs of her knees and she nearly screamed from the pain, it knocking her to the floor and away from the window. She crawled towards the bed, feeling like her legs were on fire.
Whatever it was, it hurt.
"Dave..." She said in a pleading voice. "Wake up...something's wrong...."
Trenton had already been starting to stir. The pleasant dreams he had been having were starting to turn dark. At first things had started out with Cam and him being together and happy. He saw them getting married, and growing together, and even having kids. Which was absurd, since Cam was barren, but there they were anyway. Then things started getting darker. The kids and the happiness and the goodness all disappeared until it was just Cam and him again. And then she started to move away from him. He tried to go after her, but he couldn't move. He tried to run, but his legs felt like they were dumped in cement, and she just seemed to move faster away from
him until she was just a spec in the distance.
When he heard Cam's voice, his eyes shot open and he sat up. He pushed the bad dream out of his head. That's all it was, a bad dream. He was back in reality now, and Cam was still here. He looked over at her, seeing her crawling towards the bed in pain. He jumped out of the bed and went to her.
She gritted her teeth, her eyes changing to hazel almost immediately. Shit...I thought that maybe it was all a dream...
"Cam, what's wrong?" he asked, kneeling beside her, a worried expression on his face. "What happened?"
"Got burned.... too hot." She said, bloody tears slowly trailing down her face. "What the fuck is wrong with me?"
He looked down at her legs and saw a mean burn across the back of her knees. "Shit," he hissed, picking her up and taking her over to the bad laying her down.
"I went to get breakfast and I was gonna surprise you in bed, but the light...." She looked down at her knees, gasping. She looked over by the window, looking to see if she had left a curling iron plugged in or a lamp on with no shade. Then she frowned. "How the fuck did that happen?" She wiped her bloody tears away.
Trenton looked over at the window and saw nothing that might burn her. Just a few beams of light coming in through the window. He turned back to Cam and ran a hand through her hair, noticing the bloody tears, but trying to ignore them. "It's okay. I'll get some stuff to take care of that burn."
She pulled herself into his lap, sniffling. "Eat your breakfast before it gets cold." She bared her minuscule fangs, looking at his neck.
"Don't worry, I'll eat. Let me take care of you first." He moved away from her and got up, going into the bathroom and grabbing a first aid kit. He brought it back out and opened it up, taking a little tube of burn cream out.
"This'll prolly sting a little," he said, uncapping the tube and then spreading some evenly over the burn. How the hell did this happen? he thought. The only thing he could think of was insane. That one of the beams of light had given her a sunburn in mere seconds. He had heard of people who burnt easily, but this was ridiculous.
She cringed slightly as the cream came in contact with her skin. She looked, noticing it must have been a second-degree burn by the slight amount of blistering and such. She snarled and pounded a fist into the mattress, frustrated. "I'm scared." She said firmly. "I should go get this looked at."
"I think it'll be fine. If it ends up looking worse, we'll go find some sort of walk in clinic or something that's open on Sundays and get it checked out." He sighed, putting the cap back on the tube and putting it back in the First Aid Kit, setting it on the nightstand.
"But what if they think something's wrong? Maybe I have Motaba or something...or maybe they'll haul me off to the nearest Arkham Asylum and I'll meet up with the Joker and Harley Quinn." Her tone was jesting, but her face wasn't.