Invasion: The Aftermath

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Clarence clenched his fists slightly, as well as his jaw, and closed his eyes. He needed to calm down. He started taking deep breaths again. They worked a bit, just enough for him to not rage and spill into an episode. He slowly nodded, then followed Emory, going around the counter because he knew he wouldn't be able to hop over it. "It better be back here..." He grumbled, lightly folding his arms so as not to hurt himself.
 
Emory pulled back, then slammed his shoulder into the case. It shattered, spilling bottles across the floors. "Oops.." He knelt down, looking through them.
 
"Nice one, genius..." He mumbled, then got onto his knees and began searching as well. He picked up a small bottle and smirked. "Morphine...that would have been useful a few weeks ago." He set it back down carefully, then began looking again. He stopped when he grabbed a bottle with a blue label. "Yes! Found them!" He said, quickly opening the bottle and grabbing two pills. Though he would have preferred taking them with some water, he was desperate, and so he swallowed them without the aid of liquid. "...Should kick in not too long from now." He said, more to himself.
 
Emory noticed the morphine and stuck it in his bag. "Might be useful later if anything happens." He said softly. He saw a few other medicines for colds and such and added them to his bag. When Clarence picked up the bottle, he began searching for more like it. "These?" He picked up two more, holding them out to Clarence.
 
Clarence nodded and grabbed the bottles, sticking them into the pocket in his sweater. After awhile of picking out painkillers and handing them to Emory, he finally sat back. The pills had kicked in. He felt drowsy, worn out. He took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes. He hated taking the pills specifically because of this effect, but he had to. He looked over at Emory with an apologetic gleam in his eyes. "...Sorry about...being so rude..." He said quietly.
 
Emory smiled softly. "I know, but you're okay now. That's all that matters." He moved to Clarence's side and hugged him. "Ready to go back now?" He asked softly.
 
He closed his eyes and rested his head on Emory's shoulder. "..Yeah...I think I just want to lay down now..." He said quietly.
 
Emory rubbed his back gently. "Okay, c'mon." He said softly, standing. He picked Clarence up as he stood, setting the other on his feet. He held Clarence's hand gently.
 
Clarence interlaced his fingers with Emory's, then slowly wandered out of the pharmacy. He paused when he saw the dead man, blinking. He quickly tore his eyes away and kept walking, heading back towards the small shelter, keeping his half-lidded gaze on the ground.
 
Emory gently led him back to their hideout. He nudged the door open, leading Clarence inside. Closing the door, Emory locked it with a slide lock. Walking over, he picked up a folded sheet, spreading it out on the bed and tucking it under before grabbing a blanket. He folded it at the foot of the bed. "There you go." He smiled softly.
 
Clarence smiled at him, then walked up to him, placing his arms around his neck, then gave him a light, gentle kiss. "Thank you..." He said once he pulled away. He walked over to the bed and laid down, pulling the blanket over himself as he stared up at the ceiling, thinking.
 
Emory smiled softly. "You're welcome." He chuckled. Going to his bag, he started to organize the medicines, rubber banding them together.
 
Clarence closed his eyes after awhile, slowly drifting into sleep. Only about twenty minutes passed when his eyebrow twitched, and he let out a small whimper. His dreams were getting darker...but they weren't exactly scary yet.
 
Emory finished organizing the medicines and had started reinforcing the weak points in the building when he heard Clarence whimper. He abandoned his task for now, walking over to Clarence and sitting on the edge of the bed. He very gently rubbed his thumb across the other's cheek.
 
~Running...He was running. It was dark and cold...He didn't know where he was. His heart was racing and he was terrified. He swiftly looked around...brick walls. He was in some sort of alleyway. He stopped running for a moment to fully take in his surroundings. The ground felt like asphalt. He looked up. The sky was pure black...no stars...no moon...How strange. When he looked back down, he could just barely make out the shape of a male figure a distance away from him. It was just staring at him, unmoving. He took a step forward. "...Clarence..." He heard a voice say. It sounded faintly like Emory's, but it was faded and breathy...almost like a whisper. It had come in the direction of the shadow-covered male, so he figured it was Emory. "E-Emory?" He called out as he began taking more steps toward him. He smiled as he came closer to the figure; it had started to resemble Emory more the closer he got. A few more steps and...he stopped dead in his tracks. He caught sight of the figure's face...and it was not Emory. It looked like...him. The figure's face was distorted, it's mouth twisted into an impossibly wide, wicked grin. His eyes widened in fear and he took a few steps back. But every step back he took, the figure took a step forward. "Clarence...there's no need to be scared...We're the same..." The figure said. "But I'm afraid that there can only be one of us..." The figure launched at him, knocking him to the ground with a loud crack.~ He was sweating and breathing rapidly, his heart racing as he clutched the blanket tightly. He released several whimpers, and tears slowly ran down his cheeks, his eyes squeezed shut.
 
Emory started to get worried. He wrapped gentle arms around the sleeping male and spoke softly. "It's a dream, it's all a dream." He said, gently holding Clarence close to him.
 
Clarence woke with a start when he felt Emory's arms around him. His eyes were immediately wide, and he wrapped his arms tightly around Emory, though it still hurt his rib a little. He buried his face into his neck, his body trembling. That wasn't the first time he'd had that dream...and he wasn't even half-way through it.
 
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Emory held him close. "It's okay... It's all okay now." He whispered, gently holding Clarence. He had one arm wrapped around the other's waist and the other on the back of the male's head.
 
Clarence's body eventually stopped shaking, his heartbeat slowly returning to a normal pace. "I-I'm sorry..." He said quietly, clutching Emory's shirt.
 
"Don't be." Emory said softly. "It was just a dream." He kissed Clarence's forehead gently.
 
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