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Another man pushes his pants off, and I know things are about to get so much worse.
“Lennon!” a voice rasps and I whine in my sleep.
“Please, no, I don’t want to go back,” I whimper.
“You’ll never have to go back, I swear. Please open your gorgeous eyes, I need to see them,” he says.
I blink, following the voice out of that terrible dream. Except, I know it’s not a dream, and I can’t pretend it was.
Green eyes hover over me, tousled blond hair threatening to cover them. “Orion?” I ask softly.
There’s a man in my bed, and he’s not mine. I don’t know what’s between us, every interaction with him I’ve been either terrified or drugged out of my mind.
“Yeah,” he sighs. “The guys are getting food and I offered to stay with you.”
“In the bed?” I ask, bemused. His cheeks redden enough that I can see it, even in the darkened room.
“I’m sorry. They told me to lay with you so you’d stay asleep, I can leave,” he rushes out, getting up quickly.
I reach out to stop him, hissing when the IV pulls. Fuck, I forgot that was in there.
“Shit,” Orion grunts. Leaning up, I notice how agile he is as he kneels beside me. Turning up the dimmer switch, I turn my head from the light as he looks at my arm. “I’m sorry, I can’t see otherwise.”
His hands are slightly calloused as they run down my arm, and I wonder why. Turner and Roark have them because of their instrument choice, and I find myself wanting to know more.
“Did I pull it out?” I ask softly, but my voice is breathy. I press my lips together, wondering if he’ll notice.
“Mmm, no I don’t think so. Should I go get Miranda? It’s four in the morning now, but no one’s sleeping normal hours,” Orion says.
They’re really eating at this time? Or is this an excuse? Roark and Turner have always been night owls, so this isn’t really unusual behavior.
“Thank you, do you mind turning down the light, please? My eyes aren’t really liking the brightness,” I tell him.
There’s a slight stabbing pain in my temples, and I’m afraid it’s the beginning of another headache.
“Yes, shit,” Orion mumbles as he turns it almost off.
He sits back on his heels as if waiting for something, and I turn my head back to watch him. Grunting, I shift onto my side, careful of my arm.
Rubbing the side of my face, I massage around my eye, wincing.
“What’s wrong?” Orion asks, his voice level and soft.
“Eyes hurt,” I murmur. “I’ve been having headaches, and I was hoping they’d stop.”
“Fuck, the light,” he realizes, standing. “Roark told me to try something if your headaches started, can I touch you?”
My heart softens a little as he asks for consent. I’m going to ask about the rotation for staying with me when I feel better. I’ve been really sick, and it just makes sense for them to be with me in shifts.
Orion is just an interesting addition for me, and I wonder if it means anything.
Realizing I’ve retreated into my thoughts for too long, I nod. “Yes, please do. I don’t want to have to take more medication if I can help it.”
Orion’s large hands move through my hair until his thumb rubs down the base of my neck.
“Oh,” I gasp, eyes closing. The pressure eases almost immediately.
Orion stops abruptly, hand lifting, and going so far as to step back. “Did I do it wrong?” he asks, sounding confused and worried.
