Cass' eyes fluttered for a long time before they finally opened and he was staring up at a familiar, and foreign ceiling. He'd woken up like this before, and as his chest heaved, his body trembling and shaking, he felt the sudden urge to vomit.
Alarmed, and barely able to hold himself together, Cass tried to turn on his side, his stomach gurgling.
Soft hands, tender touches, and Cass found his hair pulled back as he threw up. He could barely tell what he was throwing up into, or on, but his body didn't care. He could barely hear the soft whispers of others, his body jerking painfully, his throat feeling raw.
It was only after he had thrown up that he felt it.
The emptiness.
A horrifying feeling overcame him as he realised that Cassian had taken up a rather large spot inside of him. Without him there, even when he was silent, Cass wasn't sure what to do with himself. He knew that the man was there. He was inside of Cass. He didn't know how he knew, but he did.
