114 Sleep

His grip on her hand tightened. 

'This idiot…' Vixen thought to himself. He had seen new marks on her arm and the ones from before had begun to fade into her hand's history. 

Vixen flipped the hand he was holding over and flinched when he saw the marks. His eyes closed tightly and he covered them up again. This was the reason why he didn't was to leave in the first place. That she would do this to herself, that she would self-harm, that's what he was worried about. 

'At least she isn't starving herself anymore,' Vixen thought to himself as his eyes trail her bodyline. She didn't gain a lot of weight but she gained enough to calm Vixen down. 

He looked up at her face. Sometimes he wished to be able to look into her mind, to see what was in there and address it as he felt needed. He would knock on her head, take a peep, and look at who was inside and have a talk with that person. She was suffering from whatever was in her mind, that's for sure. 

He recalled how he had seen her when he first ran into the room, he had been shaken to his core. She seemed so weak, laying there on the ground like she had faced death and barely got away. He let out a deep sigh. It was concerning, not only for him but probably Antonin as he wouldn't be able to look at her the same way anymore after seeing that.

'Should I come back?' Vixen thought to himself, as he stared at Regan.

He hated the fact that he was called at the last moment when he could have been there at the first and saved her before it got worse. He could have calmed her, he knew how to but he couldn't. He thought about the distance they had between each other and let out a deep sigh. It was his decision so why was he regretting it now?

It was his distance but why was he regretting it now? Why did he hate how far apart they were. Why did he want to come closer? He was conflicted, his body receiving two different answers at one time. 

He had already hurt her, probably left in a moment where she needed him the most. After telling her to put herself together, he ran away and probably brought whatever she had built crashing down to pieces. In a way, this was his fault. That she ever got to this point to be hurt like this. It was his fault, he should take responsibility, right?

Vixen tightened his grip on Regan's hand. It was soft nor hard, just the perfect mix for him to hold and a smooth surface to match. He liked holding her hand and if he simply looked away from her cuts, even her arm was beautiful. It had no marks and was long and smooth. He thought of her in a dress and then switched to a jumper. 'There was no way she was going to wear that,' Vixen thought to himself, looking up at Regan's face. He chuckled. 

'Should I assign Antonin with the task of checking up on her mental care daily?' Vixen thought to himself. He let out a deep sigh, his eyes shutting tightly. 'How would I even do that? And how would he do it?'

He turned back to Regan. 'How pretty,' he thought to himself. 

She needed to be monitored and not just to waste her life in a place like this with no idea of when she would get out and how the world would be liKe when she did leave. 

'Should I follow her when she leaves? When would she even be ready to leave?' Vixen thought to himself. He slowly removed his hand from his and gently held her hand with both of his hands. 

He placed them against his and smiled, they were tiny against his. He slid his fingers in-between hers and sighed. 'She should be asleep by now,' he thought to himself. Despite that, he sat down beside her, his eyes still glued to her face. 

'Aish, she worries me more than I worry for Bri. How can a patient be so problematic and not even know it herself, or act so calm,' Vixen thought to himself. He looked down at her as she peacefully slept. 'Why are you so calm?'

Vixen let out a deep sigh. She really had fallen asleep in the same room with him, completely trusting him. There had been no hesitation when she decided to fall asleep and she had the audacity to do this around a male. 

'Would she have done this around someone else?' Vixen thought to himself, his hand rising to her face and tucking hair behind her ears. 'Would she be able to rest so easily?'

It was irresponsible of her, to try to fall asleep when someone was in the room, nonetheless holding her hand when she was unconscious. What if it was Adam she was with? She would have already been eyed with different kinds of stares from him, he knew of some other people in the building who would have already topped her. Brianna hadn't even dared to do it with him around and she was the person who wanted him to notice her the most. 

He looked down at Regan's face. 'Would you have been able t sleep so comfortable if it wasn't me? What if it was Antonio? What would you have done then…' he thought to himself as he let out a deep sigh. He knew she wouldn't have even tried it or even thought about it for a second. 

She wouldn't even dare to sit on her bed with Antonio or any other male in the building. She was that conscious. The Regan he knew and the innocent amnesia plagued Regan he just talked to now, none of them would have dared to try it. So why…

'Why are you so comfortable?' Vixen thought to himself, his hand brushing another strand behind her ears. 'I'm a man too.'

He leaned away from her. He wouldn't lay his hands on her though. The mere thought disgusted him. 

He laid his head on her bed and squeezed her hand, his eyes laid on her face. 'How pretty…'

His eyes trailed to the clock on the wall. It was 5 minutes past 10 am. He had missed almost an hour of his time serving. He was late for Maria. He could leave at that moment and go straight for his duties despite being late but he couldn't get up. His body didn't want to move from the spot he was in. His eyes felt heavy. They wanted to close. 

Vixen looked up at the clock again, his second attempt to get himself to move. It simply wouldn't work. He looked up at the clock one more time before letting out a long sigh. He didn't want to leave, he wanted to stay. 

In his back pocket was his work phone, which he picked up and dialed a number on it. He heard the buzzing right outside the door of Regan's room but ignored it. Antonio picked up the phone immediately, not even after the first ring. 

"Y-yes? D-do I need to come inside? Is she ok? D-does she need food? Do you need my help too? Do-" Antonin stuttered. 

"No," Vixen interrupted, his mind too calm to deal with it right then.

"T-then do you want me to-" Antonin began again.

"No. I want you to come in here at 10:50," Vixen muttered. 

"10:50? Why not now?" Antonin asked.

Vixen turned to Regan and their hand, still holding on to each other. "Because you can't. I want you to go do what you need to do with the guests and then at 10:50 sharp, come in here and get me out of this room."

"But-"

"Stop saying buts and trying to add in and go do what I asked!" Vixen growled.

"Y-Yes, sir!" 

Vixen immediately hung up on the phone and turned to Regan, his eyelids getting heavier by the second. He wanted to sleep, so he would sleep. He closed his eyes and placed his free arm on the bed and his head on it. Then he rested the hand that he held Regan's with on the bed in front of him. Quietly his eyes opened to look at their hands again before closing his eyes.

The environment was the comfiest Vixen had felt the past few days and quite honestly, he didn't want Regan to be the only one who got to take advantage of it. It was funny. Just as comfortable as she felt in his presence was just as comfortable as he felt. 

Just as quickly as she fell asleep in his presence, he fell asleep in hers.