I hummed the song 'Demons' before singing a little of the lyrics out loud, "Don't get too close, it's dark inside. It's where my demons hide, it's where my demons hide."

I felt like the song connected with Dominic and I, anyone who'd been through what we've been through. It was on my playlist of forty other songs but still I only played that one.

Whilst I've been here at least.

I hadn't budged since I lay here, only to do basic necessities of course but otherwise never left this room. It's been two weeks...

The doctor had said one, everyone was already giving up but very few held on - Claire kept telling me that it was my hope that held the ones that did to their belief. Here where majority disagreed.

"Okay, time to shower." Claire entered the room, heading for the curtains like she does almost every time, "You've been at his bedside for the entire two weeks, and though I love the fact - you've only showered about six times Amara. Therefore, not everyday."

"You're right." I stood, "Poor Dominic has to suffer my company, I probably stink."

She sighed dragging the last curtain and grabbing my towel for me, then bringing it to me and rolling her eyes at my exasperation to get up.

After getting out of the bathroom I came out to Claire brushing hair out of her brother's face. She spoke as soon as she heard my presence, "I wanted to thank you again for getting the antidote. I didn't think you knew this but the doctor kept some and they took it back to the research centre, they're working on making some more or at least another dose - for Leo."

"That's good." I replied shrugging on one of Dominic's t-shirts and some fluffy socks. I walked to the bed and sat cross-legged on my side.

"Amara," she sighed, "How do you know that this will work? What made you so sure?"

"When I was in the German institution I was almost given the treatment myself, but I managed to pull out of it." I snorted remembering the situation, "The doctor assigned to me had a tiny crush on me, so I promised him - with my fingers crossed obviously - my virginity once I turned eighteen. If he would just let me keep my emotions, I wouldn't ask for anything else."

"That is so," she paused, "Conniving."

I smiled, "Thank you."

"I have to go, I'm guessing you're not coming with - so..." she stood and smiled sadly at her brother before walking to the door.

"Claire," I said causing her to stop, "Why aren't you as affected by this?"

"I am," she replied, "But I've also lost a brother before and this brother - the one you look at so lovingly - he told me that sitting around and doing nothing, letting all your systems fail won't do anything. Whether the person survives or not, the outcome is still the same in the end - with or without your input."

I smiled, "What an intelligent brother you have."

"And what a considerate wife he has." she said before closing the door behind her.

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I don't think much had set in my mind over the past couple of weeks, I'd been somewhat fine through all of this but I could feel myself slowly becoming aware of my situation. Its been over a week and he's still under, I haven't cried a drop yet. That meant when I did cry, I wouldn't be able to stop until I cried myself dry. And god help when we ran out of medication, I'd be thrown out of here faster than Vince Bogart with a shotgun.

I moved my hair to one shoulder and laid down beside him, he was simply there. But not there.

I feel... confused.

I felt many things, thoughts brought feelings and feelings brought fear. I was very much under, then why was I also conscious?

In some sense I was, I was in love. Actual real love.

Something so real, it broke a spell. As ironic as that was, and I was so grateful. Grateful for Amara and her being there, I'm very happy - because I was able to experience life with her. There has always been something I wanted, to feel something for someone. I loved loving people, especially as a kid and I always knew that one person who may make me feel something - even a smidge - would have my life forever.

That person would be my everything.

I wanted so badly to make that happen again, to feel what that was - to experience what I only got to for a day. I wanted to be back where reality was, so I can make something out of my life and make an honest man of myself. I could do things without having someone confirm that those things were morally right. To me right now... Morally right?

It was waking up, getting off this stupid bed and giving my wife the life she deserves.

She deserves all the love in the world. Every tiny drop.

I was just about to fall asleep when I felt something wet drop onto my head, I looked up but doubted the ceiling would be leaking. It wasn't raining and this house was highly maintained.

I turned to check on Dominic, he had a wet streak coming from his eye. He was crying.

I sat up shaking, I was probably crying now too wasn't I?

I mindlessly let my hand go out and wipe his face, but now multiple of my tears were on his shirt anyway.

I felt a tickle on my face, I FELT A TICKLE ON MY FACE!

Soon the tickle became more like a rubbing sensation, I realised I'd administered feeling in my face. I was waking up! I'd never admit my father was wise in any way but... he was right, 'A man who holds enough will, can achieve the impossible.'

It took a while - there was something vibrating next to me, if that's Amara's phone or something - she should pick that up. Wait...

Didn't I take her phone?

I managed to open my eyes, Amara lay next to me in a little ball - she was the one vibrating. She kept sniffing and trying to keep her eyes closed, I simply watched trying to stay really still - not that it was difficult. I couldn't help the little chuckle I let out as she rubbed her eyes like a baby panda, she looked awfully cute. She went deadly still, I moved my arm to brush her hair out of her face.

My heart actually skipped a beat as her eyes flew open, I watched her eyes go even wider. How long was I sleeping for? If you could even call it sleeping.

I smiled at her nonetheless, she looked too beautiful.

"Dominic?"

"Hmm." I hummed finally moving my legs, definitely beyond stiff was the state my entire body was in. I threw a hand to my chest and acted like I got shot, adding a painful sound for effect. She immediately gasped putting one hand on my shoulder and the other on my leg, trying to get a better look at my face.

"I'm kidding." I smiled, taking hold of her hand. She sat back with a quivering pout, I realised she wasn't kidding, "Hey, don't cry." I sang laying my head on her lap and wrapping my arms around her waist.

I felt her hand lay on my head, she was still shaking.

"Dominic." she whispered.

"Sì?" I closed my eyes.

She didn't say anything. I sat up, I hadn't realised.

"Amara, how am I awake right now?"

Her eyes never left my face, "I fixed it."

I frowned, "Fixed what?"

She hadn't stopped staring this whole time, "Your sickness." she seemed to be in shock, I don't think she realised the situation quite yet - honestly neither did I.

"Hey," I sat up pulling her onto my lap, even though my arms were pretty weak, "Thank you for fixing me." I whispered, "Tu sei una principessa miracolo."

I was definitely awake. There was no way I could imagine italian that fluently in my mind, when I didn't even know what he was saying.

"Dominic." I kept saying it because that was literally all my mind was thinking, my brain was completely consumed by the name. Dominic...

I felt him lay his head on my shoulder, he huffed - his breath travelling across my collarbone. I smiled, that's all I wanted - a living, breathing Dominic. That's what I wanted for each Christmas, each birthday, each holiday I hadn't celebrated - this made up for all those times, all the missed celebrations. All I'd ever wanted, was right here.

I was the lucky b-tch that changed Dominic Vitiello.

Before I knew it tears were streaming down my face, I was laughing and crying at the same time - waiting for him to make a joke about my not taking my medicine. But all I could think about was one - Dominic's name - and two - it would only be uphill from here.

I'd reached rockbottom these past couple weeks, I hadn't thought so but now I had and now it was all over. I had a living, breathing Dominic.

He was simply watching from under his eyelashes as I took in a breath, "I love you, Dominic Vitiello."

"And I love you, Amara Vitiello."

I twisted to face him, "Silly, we're not married yet."

"Sshh." he moved closer, "Your ruining the moment."

I was about to defend myself but found no reason to as his lips met mine.