Creatures of the Dark

"You will do no good checking on anyone if you drop down dead."

"Minutes?!"

"That's long enough to get you to healers." She gulped, slipping her arms around his torso and taking in a deep breath so she could pull him up to his feet. "I'm not losing you. No, not today."

"You're not. You don't [i]look[=i] okay, and you've told me you have minutes. If you spend those minutes arguing with me I am going to die after you and slap you stupid." Alessia snarled, pulling him forward with her - through the rubble towards the healing wing.

"No one is looking at you right now," Alessia continued, voice dropping to a whisper. "They are too focused on themselves. You do not have to be the untouchable king, not with me. You hide your pain from me too much these days."

"I am not our people."

"Before that though, I am your partner. I do not pretend with you so don't do it with me. Why do we always argue when you are hurt? Why do you never listen?"

Rylee did her very best to maintain the conversation but at times it was clear that she still seeked out reassurance from Max even if it was just a look from him.

"Your just upsetting me." She whispered.

"If you would rather die to check on your people then leave it to someone else to do, and live for me and your daughter then fine. I will not forgive it though."

Alessia peeled herself away, shaking her head and walking towards where she had left the guard. Hands trembling.

"Go and check on the rest of the world, Damian." She sneered over her shoulders. "That's what I am doing. You have no interest in looking after yourself, I'm nit doing it either. I am tired of fighting."

"Yes you fucking are." She hissed. "Go away, I walked away from you for a fucking reason!"