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Just like a oneshot :) , though something similar happens in the actual fic after Grace’s anxiety attack.
it’s always when grace is asleep wtf
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I Circle walked into her and Grace’s shared room, her finger bandaged with a thin layer of gauze that had a faint stain of red at where the bite wound was.
Her heart sunk slightly at the sight of her beloved laying in bed facing away from her.
The dim moonlight shone beautifully over her sleeping figure, it was almost like Circle was staring at a piece of art.
Though, the mesmerizing sight soon melted into a terrible one.
Grace had a feeding tube plunged down her (non-existent) throat and an IV that was attached to her hand.
Despite the weight of her worry being lifted off her shoulders, she couldn’t help but let a surge of guilt stab through her.
She was glad Grace was okay, after going missing for the rest of the day.
She could’ve sworn she heard Grace screaming and crying when she walked down the hallway that was dedicated to children’s doctors.
Maybe if she hadn’t placed Grace in her lap this wouldn’t have happened.
Shuffling over to Grace’s bed, Circle climbed into it and hugged Grace from behind, burying her face in her white fluffy hair.
Her hair smelled amazing.
”I love you so much, Grace.”
Circle sighed, her voice muffled.
I think I’m catching feelings for you, Circle.
Grace smiled, her eyes still closed. Maybe she wasn’t fully asleep after all.