A tear slid down her cheek. "Are you sure..?" She whispered. "Are sure I'm not too much of a problem..." her face was brightening slightly as she joked, but she wasn't 100% certain.

Ryker glanced at her. "Abby, for one, if you want me to I will tell you literally everything. For two, you're not a problem in any essence of the word. You are perfect. No problems at all.

Abby looked down as she thought. "Can I just get a brief overview? I think the scare makes me want to leave out all of the details. Maybe details can be for another talk" she leaned over and kissed him softly at his last words. "I love you Ryker. You also need to write a book of all the things you say to me to pump me up so you don't have to tell me over and over again" she giggled and laid back down beside him

Ryker nodded slowly. "Well, the most recent one was about you." He said hesitantly. "But in a terrible twisted way. Where you got hurt." He said the least he possibly could, because he didn't want to hurt her right now. He kissed her back with a small smile. "I should. The book of love for Abby." He half joked.

Abby stared at him. "Me? Hurt?" She gulped "the Book of Love for Me. I love it!!!"

Ryker didn't answer. He had warned her, and she had said no details, so there. "Yeeep. That'll be the title, in big golden letters across the front."

Abby have a brief smile. "Ok. Dark shadows are officially creeping me out. And I don't think I can sleep again soo... can I turn the light on? Atleast a lamp or something?" She glanced around the room.

Ryker glanced at the clock. The daunting numbers seemed to grow closer every time he looked at them. Like they were mocking him. 5. Am. Against his better judgement, he replied, "Yeah, of course. Won't bother me a bit." Aaand signed away the rest of the night as sleepless.

Abby pulled herself to her feet and quickly -very quickly- crossed the room to turn on the light. "Ok. I feel much better now" she sat back down on the bed, her steps light and almost silent against the hard floor. She looked down at her hands. "Yikes" she muttered as she studied the thick scrapes down her palms

Ryker didn't move much, since his chest hurt, but he did drag his hands over his face to wake up further, and ran a hand through his black hair that was sticking up like he had been electrocuted. "You okay?" He asked with slight concern, glancing at her hands before glancing down at his bare chest with the deep wound looking less than pleasant. DEFINITELY would leave a scar.