I awoke with an oxygen mask to my face. I sat up and ripped it off. No way, I'm staying in a goddamn hospital. I got up and felt a tug on my arm. An IV. I ripped that out of my skin, and flinched. It stung. I heard an alarm go off, and I bolted. I ran down the hall, when two men grabbed me, and struggled to get me back to my room. I kicked and screamed.

"Vic!" I screeched, crying for help. I saw him run over to a unshatterable glass door on my left. I ran to it and pressed my hand up against the glass, and he did the same, on the other side of the door, matching up to mine. I wish I could feel his warmth. We were both now considered crazy. I stood there for a few seconds, expecting the men to come rip me away. I turned my head back, and saw them looking at me with curiosity. I tried to open up the door, but the handle wouldn't even move. "Vic?" I felt the tears start to run down my face.

"Skylar, I wish I could just touch your face., or kiss your soft lips or something." He was crying too.

"Vic, I don't want to be here without you. I can't do any of this without you." I started to cry harder.

"I can't either. Please stay with me, at my house, once we get out of this place." He pleaded.

"I don't need convincing Vic." I giggled. He should know by now.

"Please don't ever leave me." He whimpered.

"I promise." I leaned my head up against the glass.

"Swear?" He pushed against the glass, like he was going to try and go through it to touch me.

"On my life." He smiled brightly.

One of the guys behind me cleared their throat. "We need to take you back now." He grabbed me and flung me over his shoulder. I silently sobbed as I was taken back to my room.

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"So Skylar, why did you try to kill yourself?" The therapist asked.

"It's in the fucking police report." I snorted.

"I want you to tell me." He ran a finger across my chin. I growled at him. "You can't do anything, they'll believe me over some patient in the nut house." He smirked. He wagged his finger in my face. I then bit down on it, and he yelped. I smirked at him.

"I'll do the same to your little willy, you fuck." I smirked, in control.

"This session is over." He pressed a button on his desk, and the two men from earlier walked in. They escorted me to my room.

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I was sleeping when a knock came from my door. I sat up groggily, and Vic walked in. He ran over to me as I let a few tears escape from my eyes. He jumped in the bed next to me, and delicately kissed my forehead.

"I'm going to take him back to his room in the morning, before checks." One of the guys from earlier said, standing in the doorway. I hadn't even seen him, when Vic ran in.

"Thank you." I whispered.

"I never seen anyone like you two in the fifteen years I've worked here. I knew you had something special, and that you need each other. Don't worry about it, just don't mention it, I'll get fired." He nodded and walked out, shutting the door behind him. I kissed Vic tenderly on the lips.

"Don't you cry." He said wiping away one of my tears. "I'm here."

Notes

Aww so Vic is back to normal, or is he? Hey sorry my updates are going to be shitty like this one, I'm just going through some stuff.