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STEPHEN STRANGE SAT up on the couch, his skin was slick with sweat as he heaved, trying to relax. He placed a hand to his head, it ached.
He muttered to himself as he shook gently, "It's okay...it's alright."
Stephen didn't 'do' sleep, he hadn't tried to for a long while because every time he did he had dreadful visions of his accident.
Usually, he would spend his evenings astral projecting, watching over his body and reading books - trying to collect as much knowledge he could stuff into his brain before morning.
It was an avocation to escape the truth, that he was scared of going to sleep, even closing his eyes.
He brought his hands to his eye level, to see they were visibly shaking, "No..."
Then he felt hands wrap around his shoulders, holding him in a hug. He didn't need to look to know who it was, he held onto her arms tightly, "You're back..."
"I am," Wanda nuzzled into his neck, placing a small kiss there, "I'm here for you."
"I was waiting for you," Stephen explained, "I...fell asleep. And I..."
"Do you want to talk about it?" She ran her hands over his chest, "I know you've been having nightmares about your accident."
Stephen turned towards her, "How do you-"
"I read your mind," Stephen's face immediately looked irritated, "I realise that we agreed not to but I didn't mean to...you kind of reached out to me."
"Oh," Stephen moved over, letting her sit next to him, "It's okay then."
They sat in silence, Wanda watched as he gathered his thoughts and brought himself back to earth.
"I wasn't just dreaming about the accident..." Stephen's words made Wanda turn to face him, "I also think about dying."
"Strange..." Wanda grabbed his hand, it was so sudden it surprised them both.
Stephen felt a warmth in his heart as she spoke again, "You don't have to worry about dying. I'm not going to let that happen."
"I'm getting old, it's going to happen either way," Stephen said, making them both laugh.
"Stop it," Wanda scolded, "We're trying to be serious..."
"Okay," Stephen sighed, "Well, if we're being serious...I dream about you dying too."
