The week had gone by excruciatingly slow. Every day was the same thing, I took Aiden his food, he yelled at me for a while, and eventually gave in and ate silently.

I knew today would be different though. My stomach was full of nerves as I approached the door, his plate of food in my hand.

I'd been woken up by early in the morning, pain weighing on my heart. It hadn't gone away all day, and I believed it had gotten slightly worse. The pain was not my own, but the intensity I felt it with worried me.

I knocked twice before opening the door, like I'd done all week. A strange smell hit me as the door opened, causing me to scrunch up my nose before coughing.

I quickly noticed Aiden, lying in his bed, and walked quietly to his desk, trying not to wake him. I sniff the air again, the smell feeling extremely familiar.

My eyes widen, and the plate drops from my hands as I realize what the smell is. The plate shatters on the wood floor, but I pay no mind as I rush to Aiden's side.

I shake him harshly, his eyes barely opening.

"Go away." He whispers weakly.

"Aiden what did you do? Why do I smell wolfsbane?" I ask, panicking.

"I should have died with them.. I should have.." His voice shakes, as a tear rolls down his cheek. "I should have died."

"Jason!!" I scream at the top of my lungs. With our enhanced hearing, he should be able to hear me, but I was still terrified he may not. I sit by Aiden's side feeling helpless, until I finally hear the sound of footsteps running down the hall.

Jason bursts in, wide eyed, coming to my side quickly when he spots me. "Whats going on?" He says, panic in his voice.

"I don't know, when I came in it smelled, and he's barely conscious, and I found this." I cry, holding up a glass bottle of wolfsbane. I knew that pack doctors kept bottles in the infirmary to use as a sedative, but it was only used in small, small doses. How he could have got it, I have no idea.

"He uses that when he can't sleep, but I don't think thats what he was trying to do here." He says, pulling Aiden out of the bed, and dragging him towards the bathroom.

"Come on Aiden, stay with me!" He yells, struggling to get Aiden into the shower before turning the water on, letting it fall over them both. "Wake up, Aiden! Wake up!" He yells.

Aiden takes a couple deep breaths before opening his eyes, blinking rapidly.

"What were you thinking?!" Jason yelled, shoving Aiden out of the shower, letting him crash to the floor. I stood in the doorway, tears rolling down my face as I watched everything unfold.

"I can't handle it." Aiden spoke quietly, sitting up, leaning his back against the wall.

"What, Aiden?! You don't do anything! You just sit in here feeling sorry for yourself! I know today marks 4 years, I know todays the day they died, but you have to fight! You can't just give up!" The look on Jason's face as he paced around the bathroom with his hands on his head told me he never expected Aiden to do anything like this.

"I just wanted to go to sleep. It just wasn't working fast enough, so I took some more, and.." Aiden closed his eyes tightly. "It doesn't matter how tight I close my eyes, I still see them. I still see them the day they rescued me, just lying there." He said, the pain in his voice heart wrenching. "I just wanted to go to sleep." He said, placing his head in his hands.

I could see the tears that slid past his hands and down his face, and couldn't fight it anymore. I walked closer, sliding down the wall beside him, sitting on the floor.

I took his hand from his face, holding it tightly in my own.

"My parents were killed in a rouge attack." I said quietly. "They died right in front of me.. And sometimes.. Sometimes I still see it, too. You can't think of that memory of them though." I say, shaking my head. "I think of when I was 5, and they took me and my brother to the zoo. Thats what I think of instead." I told him as tears fell from my eyes.

I looked at his face, and he looked like he was really listening, and I watched as he fought with himself to replace that last traumatic memory with a happy one.

Finally a small smile formed on his face.

"My 6th birthday." He smiled. "I shifted for the first time, and my parents were so proud of me. My dad took me hunting for the first time. We didn't catch anything, but we talked for a long time."

"Thats a good memory." I smile. "Next time you start to think of the bad one, replace it with the good one."

I look to Jason who is already staring at us. He gives me a small smile, before quietly leaving the room.

"I didn't want to die.." He whispered, staring straight ahead. "I just wanted to get away from it.. I just wanted to go to sleep.."

"I know." I answered softly, laying my head on his shoulder. He stiffened, not expecting it, but eventually relaxed.

"You're really not going anywhere, are you?" He asked seriously.

"Nope." I replied.

After today there was no way I was leaving his side, no matter how mad it made him.

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Ok that was sad, but it had to be done. :'( I hate writing chapters like this, but its a big part of the story, there has to be ups and downs, and things that bring them together. Hope you like the way the chapter turned out.