The Man who has my comfort.

"They're here. They are arresting every Reapers. Your intuition was right."

I walk towards a single bed and sit on it. I feel like the world is spinning to fast.

"The party was just starting and all of a sudden I heard a glass shattered, people starting to scream. It was total chaos. Thankfully, I was able to make it here safe and sound. I ordered Adrien to protect them until we figure something out," Jack explains everything as I try to accept the fact that it is happening.

"Well, I can't just sit here. I have to go and save them now. It's not fair. It's like what I promised is fake and all this time Reaper Society is just for me when it's for finding a new comfort family," I get up and rush towards the steel staircase but Jack manage to grab my waist before I could even step on it.

"So, you think that with your condition right now can make everyone safe? Without a plan? Without knowing where are they're going or even do we have a weapon left enough to save each of them. You pledge to protect them but you have to do it the right way. Not the idiotic-hero-way."

I have to admit what he is saying is right. If I did it that way, then the pledge is useless. I grab my stomach as the pain rise back. I lay on the ground, having no energy at all to make it to the bed. Jack walks to me and put my hand around his neck, carrying me in bridal style. "You see what I mean?"

I let out a pale smile. What is left for me is only to wish my stomach pain ends faster. "How are we going to know where they all are going?"

"I'm not going to tell you anything now expect for bathing and eating. Thinking is only going to give you more stress and its not going to help your well-being," he crawls in bed with a roll-on aromatherapy oil and starts massaging my stomach. My eyes feels so heavy. It slowly flutters as I try to fight against it.

It seems like I have fallen asleep for hours. I look around the room with a dim light shining. I almost forgot that it wasn't a nightmare. It feels really weird trying not to question the bathroom walls are glass and nothing is covering the walls to give privacy which is two feet a way from the bed. Right across the room is shelves full of needs. Foods, clothes, water and probably medicine. This man is deeply in love that he is protecting on a whole different level. At least in this era I would say. "Good morning."

My eye adjust to the lightroom and sees Jack standing facing against me. He turns around and he is holding a plate. He hands me a plate of chocolate bun and a water bottle. "I know you would be craving sweets the most at this time and a hot tea but caffeine is not good when you're on your period. I don't even have anything else that's either not caffeine or cold."

I lean my body to his chest as I slowly eat the bun. I feel much better but so sore. I feel like a vampire just suck every energy I have. A second 'nap' sounds good also right now. He run through his finger at my black straight hair. This is comfort that I constantly seek. " I think we can plan it out tomorrow. I can have the information tonight. If you have."

"No. If I give you now, the information, you are going to refuse to sleep because you're going to be thinking about it all night until you start forcing yourself to sleep and that would be around 3 am until who knows when," he sternly demands. I guess I should. This could be our last time too to enjoy each other's comfort.