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Aya woke up and just back slapped the the performer away, thinking it was Damon. But luckily he realized before he took any action. “H-huh.. Angel. W-w-what time is it?” He stammered nervously and looked around. He’d set an alarm on his phone so he could wake up and have dinner ready for when the other came home…. But… Had he slept through it..? It looked about mid day. The boy’s head still throbbed but god was he glad that was just a dream. And here he was, safe in Angel’s arms. Was the blond actually crying.. ? He was supposed to be the strong one for Angel, but he couldn’t always keep on a strong face.. Because regardless, both of them were a little bit broken.

Angel was close to screaming once Aya nearly strikes. Fortunately, that didn’t happen. The actor continued to hold onto his lover without being smacked. “It’s only a nightmare, it won’t happen; it’s 8:30, darling.” Angel calmly answered the blond’s question as he wiped the lad’s tear-stricken face. “Don’t worry about dinner, I’ll make it this time.” The rich boy felt Aya’s skin heating up a notch. ‘I guess soup would be a better option.’ he thought to himself. Good thing he packed his laptop to find an available psychologist and pay Aya’s rent.

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Aya laid in bed, unable to sleep. He thought about the other night, but he didn’t want to think about it. It hurt knowing Angel was still hurting so bad. But maybe this doctor will help, maybe even moving out of this stupid city will help. He didn’t know, he just wanted the performer to feel better…. And to move on. Why couldn’t he do anything to make the poor guy feel better…? What did he need? If only he knew… Slowly, he got up. He just remembered, he needed to feed the dogs. He walked out, that pill, and the fact that he was just getting out of bed, made him dizzy. It was a matter of time before he found himself tripping over something—or his own feet, he couldn’t tell. He fell with a big ‘oof!’, landing on his hands and knees.
"Dammit." He said shakily and slowly got up, shaking his head.

Angel couldn’t help but think about Aya. The poor boy must be feeling so terrible. The performer was flying in midair with his head not on straight. What is wrong with him? “CUT!” a loud, booming voice snagged him out of his thoughts. Randy noticed the star not concentrating, and it irritates him. “Angel, your head’s not in the game! What’s the matter with you?” the director snapped at the actor. The male really wanted to say ‘fuck off, today’s not my day’, but he just wouldn’t have it. “I’m sorry about that; I was spacing out into other shit…can we react that scene again?” Randy sighed feeling somewhat impatient. “Fine, but please stay concentrated.” “Thanks, man, you rock.” Angel replied sarcastically before getting onstage. This time, he finally got the vine-swinging part to work. He just hopes his lover is alright.

Aya took a look at one of his knees, one was cut and bleeding a bit. The other had a nasty bruise. He sighed shakily and went to the cabinet that had all the medication in it. He looked for band aids. But he couldn’t find them. “Everything but…” He grumbled irritably and back to bed with him. He thought about Angel.. He shouldn’t be doing those flips and turns in this condition. It worried him… No. He wasn’t going to let Angel end up dead, or badly hurt. He didn’t want him working like this. He needed to get help first… The boy decided he’d bring it up sometime… It was something they needed to talk about.

It’s been hours since this morning. Now, it’s time to punch the clock and leave the circus. Angel packed up his sweat towel, bid his farewell to Zaira and ran out. He jumped on his motorcycle, igniting the engine and drove out like a bat outta hell. ‘Why do I feel like this all of a sudden?’ his mind eating away at the question. He needs to take care of this problem before it costs him his sanity, his job or worse….his life. Minutes later, he parked the motorbike at the complex’s lot. Angel swung the leather duffel bag around his shoulders and walked inside. Up the elevator he went, and down the halls, the acrobat made it to Aya’s apartment. The emerald eyed male opened the door, and to his surprise, it’s open. Angel walked inside quietly for he thought the blond might be asleep. “Dear, I’m back.” the starlet announced in a moderately audible tone. Was he really asleep or not?

In the number of hours that passed, Aya found himself deeply asleep… But, not having the best of dreams. They were flashbacks, almost. Things that already happened. With Damon. His Damon. There was lots of arguing in his dream, the screaming and name calling and the hitting… It all felt real. All the blows almost actually hurt. The boy moved in his sleep, beads of cold sweat on his forehead and neck. He hadn’t woken up to the sound of Angel coming home. He was too engulfed in the horrible dream he was having.

Angel sensed a dark presence for he knew something doesn’t feel right. Since he didn’t hear any answer, he ran to his lover’s room in a flash. The black maned male felt worried for Aya; he noticed the blond squirming in his sleep. Probably having nightmares or feeling unbearable pain. And so, Angel wrapped his arms around the lad, gently pulling him closer to his body. “You’re alright…calm down.” the performer cooed softly in Aya’s ear as his hand caressed his golden locks. What the hell is going on with the both of them?

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Aya laid in bed, unable to sleep. He thought about the other night, but he didn’t want to think about it. It hurt knowing Angel was still hurting so bad. But maybe this doctor will help, maybe even moving out of this stupid city will help. He didn’t know, he just wanted the performer to feel better…. And to move on. Why couldn’t he do anything to make the poor guy feel better…? What did he need? If only he knew… Slowly, he got up. He just remembered, he needed to feed the dogs. He walked out, that pill, and the fact that he was just getting out of bed, made him dizzy. It was a matter of time before he found himself tripping over something—or his own feet, he couldn’t tell. He fell with a big ‘oof!’, landing on his hands and knees.
"Dammit." He said shakily and slowly got up, shaking his head.

Angel couldn’t help but think about Aya. The poor boy must be feeling so terrible. The performer was flying in midair with his head not on straight. What is wrong with him? “CUT!” a loud, booming voice snagged him out of his thoughts. Randy noticed the star not concentrating, and it irritates him. “Angel, your head’s not in the game! What’s the matter with you?” the director snapped at the actor. The male really wanted to say ‘fuck off, today’s not my day’, but he just wouldn’t have it. “I’m sorry about that; I was spacing out into other shit…can we react that scene again?” Randy sighed feeling somewhat impatient. “Fine, but please stay concentrated.” “Thanks, man, you rock.” Angel replied sarcastically before getting onstage. This time, he finally got the vine-swinging part to work. He just hopes his lover is alright.

Aya took a look at one of his knees, one was cut and bleeding a bit. The other had a nasty bruise. He sighed shakily and went to the cabinet that had all the medication in it. He looked for band aids. But he couldn’t find them. “Everything but…” He grumbled irritably and back to bed with him. He thought about Angel.. He shouldn’t be doing those flips and turns in this condition. It worried him… No. He wasn’t going to let Angel end up dead, or badly hurt. He didn’t want him working like this. He needed to get help first… The boy decided he’d bring it up sometime… It was something they needed to talk about.

It’s been hours since this morning. Now, it’s time to punch the clock and leave the circus. Angel packed up his sweat towel, bid his farewell to Zaira and ran out. He jumped on his motorcycle, igniting the engine and drove out like a bat outta hell. ‘Why do I feel like this all of a sudden?’ his mind eating away at the question. He needs to take care of this problem before it costs him his sanity, his job or worse….his life. Minutes later, he parked the motorbike at the complex’s lot. Angel swung the leather duffel bag around his shoulders and walked inside. Up the elevator he went, and down the halls, the acrobat made it to Aya’s apartment. The emerald eyed male opened the door, and to his surprise, it’s open. Angel walked inside quietly for he thought the blond might be asleep. “Dear, I’m back.” the starlet announced in a moderately audible tone. Was he really asleep or not?

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Aya laid in bed, unable to sleep. He thought about the other night, but he didn’t want to think about it. It hurt knowing Angel was still hurting so bad. But maybe this doctor will help, maybe even moving out of this stupid city will help. He didn’t know, he just wanted the performer to feel better…. And to move on. Why couldn’t he do anything to make the poor guy feel better…? What did he need? If only he knew… Slowly, he got up. He just remembered, he needed to feed the dogs. He walked out, that pill, and the fact that he was just getting out of bed, made him dizzy. It was a matter of time before he found himself tripping over something—or his own feet, he couldn’t tell. He fell with a big ‘oof!’, landing on his hands and knees.
"Dammit." He said shakily and slowly got up, shaking his head.

Angel couldn’t help but think about Aya. The poor boy must be feeling so terrible. The performer was flying in midair with his head not on straight. What is wrong with him? “CUT!” a loud, booming voice snagged him out of his thoughts. Randy noticed the star not concentrating, and it irritates him. “Angel, your head’s not in the game! What’s the matter with you?” the director snapped at the actor. The male really wanted to say ‘fuck off, today’s not my day’, but he just wouldn’t have it. “I’m sorry about that; I was spacing out into other shit…can we react that scene again?” Randy sighed feeling somewhat impatient. “Fine, but please stay concentrated.” “Thanks, man, you rock.” Angel replied sarcastically before getting onstage. This time, he finally got the vine-swinging part to work. He just hopes his lover is alright.

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Aya looked and him and sighed shakily. There was still something off, about his lover. He felt like he was watching a home crash and burn in front of him. And there was no water to put it out. He walked up to him and leaned down by the sleeping fellow, kissing the side of his head and whispering. “I’m so sorry, grà. Goodnight.” And with that, he crawled into bed. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned, staring at the wall, but he soon ended up falling asleep.

Once Angel felt the warm kiss, he awakened and wrapped his arms around the blond to stop the tosses and turns. Something inside of him felt…wrong in a way. He literally had a breakdown; the acrobat knew something screwy was wrong with him. After holding the other dormant human in his arms, he dozed off once again. Dawn approaches, and the couple are still sound asleep. That is until Angel opened his eyes first, staring at the wall.

Aya woke up as the new morning sunlight snaked its way into the 2nd floor apartment. He groaned quietly… He felt sick, for an odd reason. The blond’s head was pounding, couldn’t he just go back to sleep for a couple hours…? For a moment, everything felt like it used to be. Before be met Angel. It was a horrible, sinking feeling. Covering his mouth politely, the boy coughed quietly and clenched his eyes shut, he tried to be quiet for his boyfriend… He remembered the hard day the starlet had.

Angel snapped out of his trance, and noticed his beloved waking up coughing. The performer sat the blond upwards while rubbing his back at the same time. “Baby, are you okay?” At least he felt a little better himself from what happened last night. Once the coughing ceased, the performer rubbed Aya’s back gently. “Morning, dear, how are you feeling?” Angel sounded as calm as possible. The young boy nearly gave the black haired wonder a scare.

Aya gasped quietly as he was brought up. The coughing did finally cease and he rubbed his eyes tiredly. Why did he feel this way..? Then again, he was always getting sick. His immunity system wasn’t all that great. So he might have caught something last night… It was his guess, at least. “M-mmhm… Yeah I’m okay.” He cleared his throat, his voice sounded hoarse. “Just a little sleepy, is all.” He said quietly.

Angel raised a brow for he doubts what the other is saying for a minute. “Are you sure about that? If you’re not feeling any better, then I can take off work to take care of you” Sure Aya can take care of himself, but he needs a push in the right direction. The acrobat got up from bed and did the same morning stretches on the ground. After the 10 minute stretch, he took his practice clothes and himself to the bathroom and change. He wondered what could possibly be wrong with his lover; the blond feels ill all of a sudden.

Aya smiled reassuringly. “No no I’m fine.” He assured him. “You go to work, okay?” He watched the male stretch and then disappear into the bathroom. He sighed softly and curled up under the large blanket, shivering lightly. The chills too, huh? He would really hate if his lover had to take off work to take care of him.. He didn’t want to get in the way, especially in the way of his lover’s career. So he decided to keep quiet. Besides, he could take care of himself. And hey, some sleep would do him some good.. Yeah?

"Alright, whatever you say," Angel replied. He doesn’t believe for a second, but he went along with it. The performer fixed his hair in the usual half up-do with a pink hair tie. Well he has an hour before work time. "I can make breakfast if you’d like." Angel called out to the sleeping boy. If he doesn’t want that, then he’ll just grab his jacket, keys and leave. "Baby…?"

Aya poked his head out. The other seemed like he didn’t believe him. But at least he was going with it. He smiled a bit. “No… I’m okay. Maybe could you get me a glass of water… If that’s okay?” He asked shyly and smiled sweetly. He looked tired, and sick. What had gotten him and affected him overnight…? “B-but… Yes? What is it?” He asked him, curious as to what the other had to say.

"Nothing. You didn’t answer me earlier, which is why I called out to you." Angel remarked honestly as he was preparing a glass of water. Poor kid needs the rest and some other things. ‘Starting tomorrow, I’m looking for a shrink.’ Angel made a mental note to himself. Seconds later, he returned to Aya’s room with the water and a pill. "Take the pill; it should tone down the ill feeling and other symptoms." the long haired male placed the pill and water glass on the nightstand. "Just so you know, I chose to leave work and help you; you have nothing to do with this, so don’t beat yourself up over it." Angel tucked his lover in and gave him a kiss before leaving. "See you after work." was the last thing the acrobat said before leaving to Diavolo.

"Thank you so much." Aya said cheerfully and took a small drink of water, he then swallowed the pill. Usually, he hated taking medication and swallowing down pills. But maybe it would work… Of all times this wasn’t the time to be sick. So Aya was going to do everything in his power to get better. Quickly, too. He reluctantly kissed his lover back, he’d hate for the acrobat to get so sick, also, he hoped he wouldn’t take it personally. "S-see you. Stay safe. I love y—" he watched him leave, and suddenly it was quiet. He sighed and laid back down, intending to get some sleep. God, he was exhausted.

While riding up the busy roads, Angel couldn’t help but think about what happened last night? Did he really lose it or was it something else? The actor felt rather hopeless during the event, and he needs help badly. After the long ride to the circus. He parked his bike in the lot and walked his way to the main stage.There awaited his partner, Zaira. “Where the hell have you been?” She sounded concerned for the male missed practice yesterday. “I had a massive headache, and couldn’t make it to work; now, let’s get to practice.” Angel quickly replied while using the trampoline to get to the nearest swing. He didn’t want to lie to her, but what’s done is done.

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