[OPEN]Here we go again....

[Dakota King]

Dakota kept the ambrosia poised at his lips as she stroked his hair with her free hand. Rayne was acting calmer than before so either he still wasn't completely conscious or the drugs were finally working out of his system. After seeing the cuts on his body, Dakota wasn't sure which theory was correct. She took deep breaths as she looked down at him eating. She could smell the ambrosia and it smelled like her mom's chili and cornbread. Her eyes gazed over his half-naked body to make sure there weren't any signs of broken bones. The only swelling she could see was from the infected wounds, but those were taken care of.

She glanced down at Rayne as she raised both of her eyebrows at him as he explained who Jaime was. "He's... hell?" she muttered as she knitted her eyebrows together. What he was saying about this Jaime person and him being hell was not making sense to her at all. "Rayne..." she said as it finally clicked for her as she looked down at him. "Is that why you left? Because of him? Because he's hell?"

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Rayne restless mind only began to drift off more when she began to stroke through his hair with her free hand. It was relaxing and comforting. A soft sigh escaped him once he finished the ambrosia and a warm feeling spread from his chest and stomach. He was starting to feel better. He watched as she looked him over, only to have him follow her gaze down to his half-naked body. Half-naked? A spark of energy flooded through the son of Zeus. Why was he hal- Oh...right. Quietly, the blonde put his elbows beneath him and struggled for a good minute or two to sit up.

He remained quiet as she put two and two together. In an attempt to make himself somewhat decent, he weakly, lazily pulled part of the blanket over one of his legs and glanced around the room. His voice was too hoarse for explaining, and he wasn't sure he wanted to explain. He thought he had been over murdering his brother when he had talked about it. But...he was back now and instead of guilt there was something new, something worse. Something that had brought the guilt back but the guilt was not enough to overpower this fear.

When she finally asked him again about why he left, he could only raise his head to look at her. He didn't want to tell her anything about Jaime. He had promised the professor to not let her know about demigods and gods and the camp, he certainly didn't want to tell her about Jaime or the fields of punishment. Unfortunately, he had started it. Which also meant he had to end it, without telling her too much about him. "Worse than hell would be a better description..." Rayne coughed into his shoulder.

[Dakota King]

Rayne tried to sit up, but Dakota didn't scold him for once. It was good that he was moving, since that would mean the scabs and scars would be more flexible. There was no lying, he was not going to have a pretty body once everything healed, especially with that gash on his chest. She smirked a bit as he moved the blanket across one of his legs. She reached down to pull it all the way up both of his legs as she looked down at him. He just looked worn for wear, but even worse than the first time she met him.

Dakota pressed her lips together as Rayne gave a better description of this Jaime person. Even though she was supposed to be beyond pissed with the Zeus boy, she couldn't help but worry about him. Maybe it was because she had nursed him back to health twice now. She sighed as she looked down at the blonde in her lap. "Rayne, are you going to be okay because of him? Do you need any help?"

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It was a change to not have her yelling at him for trying to sit up. With a small sigh he watched as she finished the covering job for him and relished at the feeling of a blanket over him. The heat was unbearable but at least there wasn't such an awkward feeling in the cabin because he was half-naked. Still silent, he looked back up to her eyes like he had been before and simply sat there to stare at her for a while. Okay...if Jaime hadn't gotten to her then perhaps there was a small possibility that Jaime hadn't gotten to anybody yet.

His eyes followed the movement of her lips pursing when it happened and he sat there patiently as she asked him if he needed help with this. She wasn't the only one who had started to worry about the other. Then again, he wasn't exactly mad at her. Quietly, he shook his head. He didn't want her help with this. This was too much to get help from anyone. This...felt like something he deserved when Jaime would finally catch up to him. Hopefully, when he did...the fields of punishment would no longer be an option. "No...No help with this, Dee..." He mumbled softly. Each breath made his chest ache with pain.

[Dakota King]

Dakota couldn't help but smile a bit when he used his nickname for her. When he was learning English, he just had a difficult time pronouncing her name, so he just called her Dee. Even thought it was a completely childish nickname, Dakota just had a fondness to it, like the Zeus boy. She reached up to brush some dried blood from his forehead and to also push his hair out of his face. "If you insist. You know I'm here for you when you need it," she said with a bit of a smirk.

She sighed as she looked down at him and kept noticing all the wounds decorating his body. She looked back into his eyes as she gave him a stern look. "You need to sleep," she told him slowly. "You'll heal better and faster with sleep." She glanced up around the cabin at the different bunks. "Which one is yours?"

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Her small smile at the nickname made it easier to adjust. He liked the nickname Dee, it worked so well, especially with her cowgirl attitude. It was nice. Without thinking about it, he returned the smile, and an even bigger one when she reached up and brushed dried blood and his hair out of his face. He remained quiet as she offered him the help if he needed it. He would have loved to accept that, but he couldn't. He couldn't let himself. It was too much for him. He didn't want her or Trell or Ariel or anyone else to get involved in this. He wanted to deal with this on his own.

Sleep? The thought shook him back to the real world as his smile slowly disappeared. A deep inhale was his first reply as he scanned the room before he looked down at the bunk closest to them. The one next to the bedside table he had knocked over. "That one." He stated with a soft pat to the mattress. Her look may have been stern this time but he didn't return it. He did look back at her but not with that ferocity. "That's my bunk." He muttered.

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Dakota was happy that whatever Rayne was going through seemed to subdue for the time being. Maybe it wasn't just the drugs, maybe this Jaime person was really hell to make Rayne act all paranoid and crazy. But he was back at camp now, where people were going to protect him whether he liked it or not. Dakota was definitely going to make sure that she didn't have to fix him up for a third time.

"Okay," Dakota said softly as she reached an arm around Rayne to help lift him up and put him to bed. "You gonna be alright?" she asked as she made sure that he was comfortable and had the blankets tucked in around him. "You don't want me to stay with you or anything." She patted her pockets with a bit of a smirk. "I still have things I could do to you that would make you feel better... pain-wise."

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Jaime was here. He had to be. Rayne knew his brother and he knew it wasn't possible for him to have followed Rayne out of camp for a year and not follow him back to camp. It was only a matter of time until he did somethin- Warmth spread through him as she reached around him with an arm and helped him up to the bed. His train of thought had been destroyed. A small blush spread through his cheeks when he was finally up on the bed and he couldn't help but move closer to the other side of his bunk, so his back was up against the cold wall. A soft groan escaped him as the cold surface connected with his back and his eyes drifted shut to savor the moment. It was nice.

Finally his eyes shot open again when she started speaking again. He tried to suppress it when she spoke but he couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped him at her words. Still, even if he had a small laugh about it, his face remained serious as he stretched out an arm to her to catch a couple of her fingers with his own. "Yeah...That would be nice." He smiled softly at her and rested his head against the pillow, his eyes remained locked with hers.

After he had his soft moment with staring into her eyes, he slowly began to rub his thumb over her hand and spoke up. "So what things are you talking about?" He let out a small chuckle again.

[Dakota King]

Dakota couldn't help but smile a bit as Rayne got comfortable in his bed and moved to press his back against the wall. She sat down on the edge of the bed as she let her hand rest on the bedding. Rayne took this as an opportunity to grip a couple of fingers which made Dakota smile a little bit more.

"Well..." Dakota started as she readjusted her hand so she was properly grasping his. "I do have more ambrosia and nectar. I also have mortal pain pills and I could whip up a couple of ice packs if you want." She chuckled a bit as she shook her head. "The other things I can think of will make you feel better, but won't necessarily dull the pain at all." She squeezed his hand gently. "Are you going to be okay by yourself?" she asked again gently. "Or do you want me to stay to make sure that you're alright?" If he was scared by this Jaime person, she wanted to make sure that Rayne felt safe as much as possible. She reached out with her free hand to brush his hair out of his face as she looked at him.

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He watched patiently as she sat down on the bed beside him and he pressed against the wall more to give her some more room, ignoring the slight sting from the pressure. He couldn't get his smile to diminish even if he wanted to at the moment. He was happy and annoyed she was there, but the situation could improve so he wouldn't be so annoyed. Finally, his eyes traveled away from hers as she replied to him, until he was staring at the door to the cabin. "Lock the door..." He murmured. He didn't want anybody else getting inside, but he didn't have much of a choice if another child of Zeus came by. They could unlock it freely.

Then came the offer to make him feel better, but it wouldn't dull the pain and he smiled at her again. "All of that sounds amazing..." He gently returned the squeeze to her hand and listened as she continued to speak. His eyes instinctively closed when she moved her hand to brush the hair out of his face and he spoke back up again. His free hand moved to catch hers on his forehead before she pulled it away from him. "Yes." Was the first reply he gave her to her last question. "I do want you to stay." He swallowed the lump in his throat again and gave her hand a squeeze again.

[Dakota King]

Dakota smiled a bit as Rayne caught her other hand. She couldn't help but think back to when she first met him and how cute he was. She never completely understood why he didn't speak English right off the bat, but that was something that never really bothered her. But at his first request, she nodded her head before pulling her hands away from his as she stood up. She walked over to the door and locked it before checking to see that the windows were locked as well. Once they were secure, Dakota walked over to his bed and sat down on it again.

She grabbed his hands again as she smirked at him. "Do you really want it?" She leaned in a little bit closer to him when he asked for her to stay. "Okay," she said with her lips hovering over his. "I'll stay." Then she leaned in towards him, but at the last moment, she kissed his forehead instead. She chuckled a bit before she decided to make herself comfortable on the bed and lay down next to him as she faced him.

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He watched as Dee let go of his hands and stood up. Immediately, he felt unsafe again, like the entire world was ready to fall down on him. He needed a weapon suddenly and before he knew it, the spartan was scanning the room for the closest one. The closest thing wasn't necessarily a weapon, but his shield, hung up on the wall. He couldn't remember what he had to use on the wall to make it so he could actually hang the shield but he managed it somehow. Quietly, he scooted closer to the massive, dented hunk of metal so he would be ready when he heard the click of the lock and a small sense of safety barely eased into him.

"More than you can imagine." He replied to her question and squeezed her hands again. Once she had sat back down, that sense of security started to return mostly. He wouldn't feel completely safe. Not for a while but he would manage. Okay. I'll stay. His breathing got shorter as she hovered over him and seemed to stop when she leaned in close. Then she kissed his forehead and he began to breath again. She was teasing him, he chuckled. It felt cruel, but he would be fine. He watched and waited as she lied down on the bed with him, still facing him. With a small smile, he let go of one of her hands and placed it one her waist. His eyes darted back and forth between hers. He wanted to warn her. Tell her to refrain from listening to Jaime as much as possible if she ran into him, but he didn't want to ruin this particular moment.

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Dakota made herself more comfortable on the bed as she rested her head on his pillows. She couldn't help but smile a bit more as he let go of her hand only to put it on her waist. That little movement caused her to scoot in a bit closer to him. Her eyes stayed on his as she watched him, making sure he was okay. She reached out once again with her free hand to push back his hair before moving to stroke his cheek. "Do you feel any better?" she whispered to him.

Of course, he wasn't going to heal immediately or overnight. The ambrosia only did so much and Dakota liked to do the old-fashioned way of healing. She pulled her hand away from his cheek as she lightly trailed her fingertips down his arm, making sure to avoid any of the bad cuts he had. "I really did miss you..." she said as she looked up at him a bit sheepishly.

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The way she scooted closer to him made him only want more, but she was doing a great job on confusing him. He wasn't sure what to do. So he simply laid there, and scooted closer too. A small groan escaped him as she ran her fingers through his hair, his eyes quickly drifted close as she did. Then she moved her hand down to his cheek and they shot open again. He watched as she whispered to him and he could only reply with two small words. "A little..." He murmured and slowly began to stroke her side with the hand on her waist.

Goosebumps followed her nails as she trailed them down his arm, his skin shaking and shivering from her touch. It focused his mind on that one point, and he loved it. Without realizing it, his eyes had slowly began to drift shut until she spoke. Once he heard those words he opened them again to stare into her eyes. His blue eyes scanned hers for any sign of a lie or accidental regret. There was some shyness from what he could tell but..."I-" He started. He could say the same thing, and mean it but he didn't want to say it. Slowly, his hand left her side and moved up to her chin, lightly catching the tip of her chin and slowly urging her close to him.

[Dakota King]

"That's good," she muttered to him as she watched his eyes drift close. She should have let him sleep, but she had missed him so much. Just seeing him and hearing his voice just wasn't being enough for her. Her heart actually fluttered a bit as he decided to move in closer to her. That brought a thought into her mind. Maybe she was being stupid. He wouldn't have feelings for her, like she shouldn't for him. There was still Trell. He was still dating her or whatever, right?

It was her turn to get the goosebumps as his hand traveled up her waist before he caught the tip of her chin. She moved in a little bit closer to him as her eyes darted down to his lips. She was being stupid. Very stupid. She leaned in a little bit closer, but hesitated. She glanced up to his eyes as she studied them. She wondered if he was okay with what would happen next. She didn't take long before she ducked her head in again and pressed her lips against his.