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Baz
It's almost been two days since we rescued Simon.
He's still unresponsive, but still breathing, which is more than I could ever ask for. Simon is more than I could ever ask for.
Bunce is sitting cross-legged on the floor. I brush Snow's hair off of his forehead, the feverish feeling not striking my palm as it had before. "It seems he's not burning up anymore."
Penelope looks relieved at that, and rubs her glasses on her sweater, cleaning them. They've been misty from her crying. "Finally," she says.
Neither of us have slept since we got him back. We've taken turns going to get food and watch Simon while Agatha, Dev, and Niall fill the Mage in on what happened. (Honestly, screw the bloody Mage for not noticing what was going on.)
"When are you going to tell him?" Bunce suddenly asks, and I whip my head towards her.
"Excuse me?"
"Don't be stupid, Basilton. You know what I mean."
I raise an eyebrow. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Bunce rolls her eyes. "When are you going to tell Simon that you're in love with him?"
I freeze. Red rushes to my cheeks and I turn away, shaking. "What?"
"Baz. As soon as I levitated him out of the catacombs you practically carried him back to the room. You were crying. You called him love."
I sniff. "That didn't happen."
Now it's Penelope's turn to raise her eyebrows. "I know I didn't hallucinate that."
Simon's hand jolts, causing Penny and I to jump.
"Simon?" asks Bunce, stepping towards him. She gently grabs his hand. "Hey, Simon."
For a moment, I think he's not going to answer. But in a heartbeat, his eyelids flutter open. His eyes are bright and blue and beautiful- and scared. "Penny?" he asks, his voice hoarse.
"I'm here." says Bunce. "Oh, Merlin, Simon. Are you alright?"
Simon's eyes slide to me, and they widen slightly. He tries to push himself to sit up. "I'm fine."
"You're not," I respond curtly, "Lay back down, you numpty. For a few minutes, at the very least."
Simon closes his eyes. "R-Radley didn't get you, did he?"
"No. Why, were you hoping he did?"
Simon shudders. "No. I-"
Penelope glances at me. "I'm going to give you two a minute."
She's out the door before I can protest.
Neither Simon nor I say anything for a long time. He stares at the ceiling, lost in thought. I sigh.
Finally, I speak. "You shouldn't have done that."
Simon's eyes fly open again. "Done what?" he croaks.
"You shouldn't have saved me. You could have been seriously damaged by that potion, Snow. You're an idiot."
He has the nerve to smile at me. "You were worried about me."
I huff. "I most certainly was not."
"Then why did you carry me here?"
I stop breathing. I swear on my mother's grave, I am going to die. Right here and now, of embarrassment and self-loathing. "What?" I hiss. "You heard that?"
Fuck. Fuck. Does he know? Did he hear Penelope-
"You're in love with me," Simon says.
"No," I reply, too quickly. "No."
"Yes, you are. And that's why you helped me. Because you love me."
"Stop, Snow." Tears spring to my eyes. "You're cruel. You're a cruel, heartless-"
"-Baz. I'm not teasing you. I just- look. I wanted it to be you."
I blink. "What?"
Simon turns over to face me. "It just makes sense, now. Why I was so jealous of you and Agatha. It's not because I love her."
"You don't love me, Snow. You don't even know me."
Simon laughs. "Don't I? You're Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch. The posh git I share a room with. The prick who is so good at football all the girls are tripping over themselves for. One of the smartest people in this school. A good friend."
I scoff. "I'm a vampire. A monster."
Simon shakes his head. "If you were a monster, you wouldn't have saved me."
I walk over to his bedside. "Simon, listen to me." I'm breathing heavily- panicking- and I'm fairly sure my hands are trembling. I lean over him. "You don't want me. You don't need me. You just think you love me because I saved your life. You deserve better! You're the Chosen One, and I'm a monster. You need someone who-"
Simon's lips smash into mine.
The End