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“Quite a mission wasn't it?” Cross swung open the creaky door to his bedroom and let you inside. “The rain didn't make it any better.” He made a beeline for his fireplace and got to work on starting a fire. Your clothes, as well as his, were soaked all the way through, and you wanted nothing more than to hurry and strip out of them and to get into a nice hot bath. Cross wouldn't let you leave him however until he'd had a chance to examine a tiny cut you'd gotten on your upper arm while fighting. The fire now started, he stood to his feet and wiped off his hands. “There we go, that should get the nasty chill out of the air. Now, let me see your arm.”

“I don't really see why this is a big deal, it's nothing more than a scratch. It doesn't even hurt that much.” You lifted up your sleeve and revealed the “scratch”. It was inflamed, red, slimy, and smelled strange. “W-what happened? It was fine before.”

Cross fixed his glasses on his face and stared at the now festering wound.” It's as I thought. The akuma we were fighting earlier had poison blades.” He quickly stood to his feet and rushed to a small, wooden trunk close to bed. “Try to keep calm. If your heart beat quickens it will only make the toxin spread faster.” He grabbed an old looking metal box, along with a bottle of wine and made his way back of to you. The bottle of wine was opened on placed in your hand. “This is for you. You're going to want to be, relaxed for this. It's going to hurt.”

“It might just be easier if you knock me out.” As Cross pulled various crude looking medical instruments from the box, you raised the bottle to your lips. You pushed past the unfamiliar flavor and the slight burn in your throat and kept drinking.

“Whoa, that's enough. I don't need you to drink the whole bottle.” Cross pulled the almost empty wine bottle away from you, spilling a few drops onto your chest. “Now, I want you to focus, focus on that fire over there and don't pay me any attention.”

“Focus on the fire? Okay, but it's not doing anything special.” Your head was already spinning, you felt dizzy and a little nauseous, but you were sure you could focus, if only for a few minutes. “It's, pretty bright. Are all fires, that bright?” Cross didn't respond, he was too busy working on your arm. “Fine, ignore me. I'm not important or anything.” You went back to staring at the fire. The soft crackling and popping noises along with the warmth were making you sleepy. You tried to keep your eyes open as the flames danced before you. The flickering of the flames began to mesmerized you, almost putting you in a trance. The full effect of the wine kicked in, you couldn't keep your eyes open any longer. “This fire, it's really cool and all, but I think I'd rather go to sleep.”

Cross nodded. “That's fine. You just get some rest. I'll take good care of you.” Your arm was already being wrapped in a thick, clean gauze as you fell asleep. The last thing you remembered was being lifted from the floor by Cross.

Sometime, in the middle of the night, you woke up. Your arm, and your head were aching terribly. You weren't sure where you were, or how you'd even gotten there. The room was spinning and you felt sick to your stomach. It took only a moment for your eyes to adjust to the dim light in the room. You were still in Cross's room, in his bed. The clothing you were now wearing was different, and you didn't remember changing. A slight tremor of fear ran up your spine. “Cross.” No answer. “Cross.” You lightly shook him as you said his name.

“Why are you awake already? You drank a whole bottle of vintage wine.” He let out a tired moan. “You shouldn't wake up for half a day at the very least.” Cross looked up at you with exhaustion in his eyes. “What do you want?”

“My clothes are different, I'm in your bed, I have a headache and I feel sick, why?” You blushed, afraid of the answer.

“Because I didn't want you sleeping in wet clothes, and because, I can watch you better in my bed.” He yawned. “The sickness and headache are from the amount of alcohol you consumed. Anything else, or can I go back to sleep now?”

“W-wait a minute, you changed my clothes while I was asleep?” Your eyes widened. “S-so, you saw me naked?”

“No, although that would have been lovely, I had the nurses change your clothes.” Cross winked at you and took hold of your good arm. “Now, I suggest you try to get some sleep. I'll explain everything better in the morning.” He chuckled. “You're going to have quite the hangover, so brace yourself.” Gently he pulled you back down to bed and rested your head on his chest.

You still weren't completely sure if you believed his story or not, but you were far too tired to argue with him right now. “Okay, maybe I should just, stay asleep then. I really don't want a hangover. I've heard they suck.”

“You heard right.” Cross rubbed up and down your back, his heartbeat in your ear and steady breathing lulling you back to sleep. He kissed the top of your head and covered you back up.“Sleep as long as you like. I'll stay with you as long as you need me.”

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“Quite a mission wasn't it?” Cross swung open the creaky door to his bedroom and let you inside. “The rain didn't make it any better.” He made a beeline for his fireplace and got to work on starting a fire. Your clothes, as well as his, were soaked all the way through, and you wanted nothing more than to hurry and strip out of them and to get into a nice hot bath. Cross wouldn't let you leave him however until he'd had a chance to examine a tiny cut you'd gotten on your upper arm while fighting. The fire now started, he stood to his feet and wiped off his hands. “There we go, that should get the nasty chill out of the air. Now, let me see your arm.”

“I don't really see why this is a big deal, it's nothing more than a scratch. It doesn't even hurt that much.” You lifted up your sleeve and revealed the “scratch”. It was inflamed, red, slimy, and smelled strange. “W-what happened? It was fine before.”

Cross fixed his glasses on his face and stared at the now festering wound.” It's as I thought. The akuma we were fighting earlier had poison blades.” He quickly stood to his feet and rushed to a small, wooden trunk close to bed. “Try to keep calm. If your heart beat quickens it will only make the toxin spread faster.” He grabbed an old looking metal box, along with a bottle of wine and made his way back of to you. The bottle of wine was opened on placed in your hand. “This is for you. You're going to want to be, relaxed for this. It's going to hurt.”

“It might just be easier if you knock me out.” As Cross pulled various crude looking medical instruments from the box, you raised the bottle to your lips. You pushed past the unfamiliar flavor and the slight burn in your throat and kept drinking.

“Whoa, that's enough. I don't need you to drink the whole bottle.” Cross pulled the almost empty wine bottle away from you, spilling a few drops onto your chest. “Now, I want you to focus, focus on that fire over there and don't pay me any attention.”

“Focus on the fire? Okay, but it's not doing anything special.” Your head was already spinning, you felt dizzy and a little nauseous, but you were sure you could focus, if only for a few minutes. “It's, pretty bright. Are all fires, that bright?” Cross didn't respond, he was too busy working on your arm. “Fine, ignore me. I'm not important or anything.” You went back to staring at the fire. The soft crackling and popping noises along with the warmth were making you sleepy. You tried to keep your eyes open as the flames danced before you. The flickering of the flames began to mesmerized you, almost putting you in a trance. The full effect of the wine kicked in, you couldn't keep your eyes open any longer. “This fire, it's really cool and all, but I think I'd rather go to sleep.”

Cross nodded. “That's fine. You just get some rest. I'll take good care of you.” Your arm was already being wrapped in a thick, clean gauze as you fell asleep. The last thing you remembered was being lifted from the floor by Cross.

Sometime, in the middle of the night, you woke up. Your arm, and your head were aching terribly. You weren't sure where you were, or how you'd even gotten there. The room was spinning and you felt sick to your stomach. It took only a moment for your eyes to adjust to the dim light in the room. You were still in Cross's room, in his bed. The clothing you were now wearing was different, and you didn't remember changing. A slight tremor of fear ran up your spine. “Cross.” No answer. “Cross.” You lightly shook him as you said his name.

“Why are you awake already? You drank a whole bottle of vintage wine.” He let out a tired moan. “You shouldn't wake up for half a day at the very least.” Cross looked up at you with exhaustion in his eyes. “What do you want?”

“My clothes are different, I'm in your bed, I have a headache and I feel sick, why?” You blushed, afraid of the answer.

“Because I didn't want you sleeping in wet clothes, and because, I can watch you better in my bed.” He yawned. “The sickness and headache are from the amount of alcohol you consumed. Anything else, or can I go back to sleep now?”

“W-wait a minute, you changed my clothes while I was asleep?” Your eyes widened. “S-so, you saw me naked?”

“No, although that would have been lovely, I had the nurses change your clothes.” Cross winked at you and took hold of your good arm. “Now, I suggest you try to get some sleep. I'll explain everything better in the morning.” He chuckled. “You're going to have quite the hangover, so brace yourself.” Gently he pulled you back down to bed and rested your head on his chest.

You still weren't completely sure if you believed his story or not, but you were far too tired to argue with him right now. “Okay, maybe I should just, stay asleep then. I really don't want a hangover. I've heard they suck.”

“You heard right.” Cross rubbed up and down your back, his heartbeat in your ear and steady breathing lulling you back to sleep. He kissed the top of your head and covered you back up.“Sleep as long as you like. I'll stay with you as long as you need me.”