[i]Ophelia’s arms reached out as the bullet went through her chest and out through the back of her shoulder blade. She grabbed at the door frame, gasping as pain overtook her sensations. Blood began to pour down the front and back of her body. She let out a loud, guttural growl from her throat, her eyes shifting even darker than they had been previously. 

She tried her best to focus, moving inside of the house further then. Her eyes came to rest on Roxas, who seemed to be unconscious or something in the living room. Ophelia could feel the wound begin to heal, her clothing stained with blood, and her cloak shredded against her back slightly. She staggered over to Roxas then and leaned down next to him, moving her fingertips to his throat to feel for a pulse. From what she could tell, he seemed fine, so with much effort, she lifted him up off the floor and brought him to his bedroom, placing him on his back on the bed. 

Ophelia left the room momentarily once Roxas was on the bed, and went into the bathroom to try and clean the wound before it fully healed. She winced as the water entered the wound and she could tell she was lucky it missed literally everything vital to her life force. Once she was cleaned up slightly, she headed back to the bedroom quickly, sitting down on the bed and watching Roxas’ face intently.[/i] 

Roxas’ eyes shot open and it took him a minute to figure out where he was. He felt around with his hand and concluded that he was in fact in bed. He moved his head around to check the room out and make sure that Eileen was gone. When he looked, no one was in the room, until his gaze fell on Ophelia. He almost couldn’t focus on her because his head still felt like a nuclear bomb had just gone off and the half life was going to be a round for a very long time. 

He was able to see that her dress was all bloody and it took him a bit to figure out that what he saw was just a dream and he actually shot Ophelia. With all he could muster up, Roxas tried to open his mouth. [color=0054a6]“O..Ophelia, I’m sorry.”[/color] His voice was low and raspy. He was hardly able to even talk. Guilt shot through his heart as his head acted up again and grimaced. His hand shot to the side of his head and all he could do at the moment was look down at his legs. 

 Ophelia watched as Roxas came to suddenly, his gaze shifting around the room in almost a panic. Eventually his eyes met hers, and she stared at him quietly for a moment. She really had no idea what was going on. Why he shot at her, or why he was unconscious after. She listened to him apologize, and the sound of his voice sent a shiver up her spine. By this point her wound would be mostly healed, and she saw his eyes move downward, like he was embarrassed or something. 

[i][color=6ecff6]“I’ll be okay… Nothing vital was hit. But what is going on? You need to tell me, right now.”[/color] Her voice was nearly a whisper, but the intensity in it was apparent.[/i] 

Roxas was shaking now and couldn’t stop it. The thought of Eileen being back scared the shit out of him and there was nothing he could do, but think about it. [color=0054a6]“Something… someone scared me. I.. I thought you were them.”[/color] His voice was starting to come back now. The headache was slowly going away and it started to make him think a bit. Normally he never has an episode like that. Something else must of caused it and it couldn’t have been Ifrit. 

He looked up at Ophelia once more, the fear in his eyes couldn’t be hidden from her. [color=0054a6]“Someone I thought was dead.”[/color]

[i]Ophelia’s brow furrowed together and she listened hesitantly. [color=6ecff6]“Are you sure it was real? It could have been from something else, couldn’t it?”[/color][/i]

Roxas shook his head gently. [color=0054a6]“It looked as real as you are right now. I guess I was too delirious or something and I could have just been seeing things, but still. I never want to see that again.”[/color] He was very tired at this point and rested his head on Ophelia’s lap. He curled up a bit and was still shaking. He started to mutter to himself as he closed his eyes again. [color=0054a6]“She shouldn’t be here. She should be dead. I killed her she should be dead.”[/color]

He opened his eyes again and looked up into Ophelia’s eyes then over to the blood stain. [color=0054a6]“I’ll get you a clean shirt.”[/color] He said gently as he tried to get up but, started to fall over, catching himself against the bedpost.

[i][color=6ecff6]“I’ll get it…”[/color] Ophelia pulled Roxas back onto the bed carefully, then got up and went over to his closet. She grabbed one of his plain shirts and took her dress off, changing into the shirt and climbing back onto the bed. 

She moved to lay next to him then, pulling the blankets up over her legs slightly, sighing softly. [color=6ecff6]“What do you want to do? Is there something I can do to help?”[/color][/i]

[color=0054a6]“Don’t go anywhere tonight please. Stay here and when you’re not with me, if you see someone in a crow mask with crow feathers for a cape, runaway. Do not fight her or go anywhere near her. Tell me the second you can.”[/color] Roxas looked over at Ophelia. [color=0054a6]"I won’t let her take you away from me.”[/color] He laid his head back down against the pillow then cuddled up next to her. [color=0054a6]“I love you. I don’t want you to die.”[/color] 

[i][color=6ecff6]“I promise I’ll be careful. And, for the record, I feel like you might die before me, if I’m honest.”[/color] A small smile played along her lips, and she moved to press them to his gently then. [color=6ecff6]“Get some sleep?”[/color][/i]

Roxas smiled back after she kissed him. [color=0054a6]“Don’t let me then. I’ll try my hardest to stay alive for you.”[/color] He took in as much as he could of Ophelia then shut his eyes. [color=0054a6]“I love you.”[/color] He said gently before falling asleep again.