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until finally crying out, “Uncle! Uncle!”
    Their laughter died down and Tristan tucked them both back under the blanket because the room felt way too cold now that they were sharing each other’s body heat. “Susy, I told you once that I was fucked up in the head, but I never told you exactly what’s wrong with me.”
    Susy shrugged and added, “I know you’re bipolar, Tristan, and that you have nightmares a lot. I’ve heard you scream at night for the last two weeks and you hardly ever look well rested in the morning.”
    “I’m sorry if I keep you up at night, Susy. I didn’t realize I was screaming. I’ll probably get our asses booted out of here if I don’t get my shit together.” Tristan scrubbed his hands down his face as he thought about getting them tossed out because he was a fucking head case. It wasn’t a five-star place, but it was comfortable and clean and in a decent neighborhood. Plus, if they lost the place because of his recurring nightmares about something he couldn’t even clearly remember during the day, he’d be seriously ready to end his existence, even when things were starting to work out for him.
    Sensing Susy staring at him, Tristan looked up to see a tight smile on her face and a pained look around her eyes. “We won’t get kicked out, Tristan. It’s not that bad…your room is on the outside wall anyway. I was hoping at some point you would trust me enough to tell me what has you tied up in knots, but it’s okay, too, if you don’t want to.”
    “No,” he rocked his head back and forth. “You’re a great friend, Sus…you need to know. I was having a complete manic episode and felt like I was invincible. I took a girl to a BDSM club and hurt her without realizing what I was doing,” he cursed under his breath. “I crashed out of it and the owner of the club took me to the hospital, where I was admitted to the psychiatric unit. I was diagnosed as being bipolar, which you already knew, but nothing seems to be helping me to get back to normal. And that worthless therapist I had to see every week said I had yet to make any significant progress, and was recommending I take more and more drugs to the point I’m at now. For all the drugs I fucking take, you would think I’d be a zombie.”
    Tristan shrugged. “I have no recollection of the nightmares once I’m awake, other than knowing they are about my childhood. They feel real for a bit when I wake up, and then my panic attacks start. During the day, it’s not so bad, but…”
    Susy wrapped her arms around his waist and encouraged him with a squeeze. “But what, Tristan?”
    He hmphed and answered with a sigh. “I feel so off…Those doctors didn’t listen to a fucking thing I had to say, and I really don’t want to take so many god damn drugs just to keep going. But at this point, I’m scared to stop taking them. What if I turn into a monster again?”
    Another long sigh and then Tristan sank deeper into the couch and rested his head on the back. Susy didn’t say anything, just held onto him tighter and then started humming softly. It was actually funny that she wasn’t scared shitless now that she knew what he was capable of and what had happened to bring him to this point.
    He chuckled and she ceased long enough to sit up. Then she exaggeratedly continued humming the song right in his face. “Don’t like singing? Humming? That song?” she teased after she stopped.
    He pulled his eyebrows together and told her in all seriousness, “Susy, I just told you that I’m a drugged out psycho and you calmly hum a love song against my chest. Maybe you’re as fucked up as I am.”
    Susy rolled her eyes and pushed against his chest. “I don’t think you’re fucked up…on the contrary, actually. I think you got stuck with some horseshit doctors and you need a second opinion and a new track that doesn’t include so many drugs. But you’re you and I’m me,” she accentuated with her finger pointed to him and