Micky watched Levi leave before letting out a long sigh and sinking back down to her bed. She was utterly exhausted. Her whole body was sore and she was weak and tired from spending a whole day fucking Dean and then all night fucking Levi. As my much as she hated sleep, she knew she had to or she wouldn't be able to make it through the day. So she let herself fall asleep, only it was pretty short lived.
She only got to sleep for a few hours before she woke from a nightmare, covered in sweat with tears staining her cheeks. Thankfully this time she hadn't woken screaming and alerted any nurses, but she was still pretty shaken from it. She was tired as fuck, but she refused to go back to sleep after that nightmare. Instead, she grabbed the bag of coke Dean had given her the night before. She cut it into lines on her nightstand before snorting enough to keep her from getting tired again for a long time.
After snorting some of it, Micky quickly stashed what was left of the coke before sitting on her bed. She had nothing to do but think and it was driving her insane. All she could think about was Levi. Her mind was spinning in circles over him thinking about everything from how great the sex was to the fact that he now had a daughter he had to take care of. Thinking of his daughter hurt like hell. It honestly made her feel guilty for what she'd done with Levi because she knew, if things got out of hand again, this time, it wasn't just Levi's career and marriage on the line. That little girl would get caught in the crossfire and it would be her fucking fault.
Still, she couldn't talk herself into giving him up because he meant to much to her. Without him, she was absolutely miserable and she was so tired of being miserable. It was making her crazy, to sit there and think about how complicated her relationship with Levi had suddenly become. So, even though she knew she was going to hate herself and it was a fucking horrible idea, she slipped out of her room and went and saw Dean.
Thankfully, he didn't seem to know that she'd spent the whole night fucking Levi so, for the first time in a while, they didn't have anything to fight about. They fucked, but she couldn't get Levi out of her head, even in bed with Dean. She'd accidentally moaned Levi's name instead of Dean's and shit took an ugly turn after that.
She left his room with a black eye and bloody nose, feeling like shit. Kayla was wearing his shirt as she made her way down the hall towards the shower room. There, she winced at her reflection in the mirror, tenderly poking her black eye before deciding to shower. It felt good, to be clean again. There was no longer dried blood on her face from her bloody nose and she didn't smell like a combination of sweat and sex.
She wished she could see Ophelia, but she didn't even know what room she was in or if she'd be there. Besides, Micky was a little nervous about seeing her friend again after fucking Levi. The last time she'd seen Ophelia, she'd been telling her to stay strong and not let Levi get to her. If Ophelia knew she was fucking him again, she'd be angry and disappointed with her and Micky really didn't want to deal with it.
She wasn't really sure what to do with herself. If she went to see Levi, he'd see her black eye and know she'd been with Dean. If she went and saw Dean, he'd taunt her and make her feel like shit. If she went and saw Ophelia, she'd probably just get pissed at her for getting back with Levi. In the end, she sighed and went to see Levi because she couldn't get him out of her head anyway.
She stopped by her room first to change so that she wasn't just wearing Dean's shirt. She slipped into a simple sundress and brushed through her wet hair before heading to Levi's office. Kayla waited at the door to see if she could hear voices, not wanting to walk in on him and a patient. She couldn't hear anything though so she didn't bother knocking. She just slipped inside and closed the door behind her.
Micky smirked when she found him laying with his face on his desk, asleep. Clearly, he hadn't gotten much sleep because they'd been up all night. She slipped over to his desk and sat in the chair on the other side of it, pulling her wet hair to one shoulder before she leaned forward in her seat and nudged him awake. "Did I really wear you out that bad?" She smirked, raising an eyebrow as she looked him over.
As soon as Declan glanced at Ophelia, he wished he could take it all back. She was pretending not to care, but he knew he'd hurt her badly. Her eyes were filled with tears she wouldn't let fall and he knew it took a lot to make Ophelia cry. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair, hating himself. He hated hurting her. He knew she thought it was because he'd given up on her and he knew that had to feel awful, but he wasn't sure what else to do.
He was hurt too. It was impossibly hard to let her go. It hurt worse then anything he'd ever done, but he felt like it was all he could do. He was so damn tired of fighting her. It was exhausting, fighting so hard for her love all the time. He just couldn't do it anymore because, as hard as he tried to make her happy and make her realize she was safe and loved when she was with him, he felt like he just could never win.
She'd never believe him when he said he loved her, no matter how many times he said it. She would always get bored of him and fuck other guys no matter how hard he tried to entertain her. And, eventually, she'd always jump ship and run no matter how hard he tried to earn her trust. They would just never work together because they were both just too broken. He'd do nothing but hurt her and she'd do nothing but hurt him.
"Good.” Ophelia breathed coldly, pulling him from his thoughts. He focused his eyes on her and he could tell she didn't mean it. She was hurt, but she was trying to hide it. “That’s exactly what I want. She’s in the closet…just tell her….you pissed me off.” She said simply before turning and slipping out the door, leaving him alone. Declan sighed before going to get Alice.
She wasn't conscious, so he untied her and lay her in bed, giving him time to gather his thoughts and figure out what to tell her when she woke. Ophelia had told him to lie and, as badly as he wanted to, he couldn't. He owed it to both Alice and Ophelia to finally come clean. Alice's life had been in danger and his constant lying to Alice was only hurting Ophelia. He was sick of all the secrecy.
So, when she woke up panicked and demanding to know what the hell had happened, he told her the truth. All of it. It had been a hard conversation, though honestly, it hadn't even been half as hard as letting Ophelia go. After coming clean, she, of course, was hurt and angry. She cried and screamed at him and he just took it until, eventually, she kicked him out of the house, claiming she never wanted to see him again.
In one night, her given up two women. He wasn't sure if him and Alice would make it through. She might rethink things once she simmered down, but on the other hand, she might really never want to see him again. He was exhausted and emotionally drained to say the least. He really had nowhere to go so he just took his car and drove up to the cabin. It wasn't his cabin, it was Levi's, but it hadn't been used since the girls had left so he knew it'd be empty.
Declan passed out on the couch and didn't wake until morning when he got a call saying the needed him at the hospital immediately. There was a problem with Ophelia. They wouldn't tell him much more then that, so naturally, he instantly assumed the worst. He got in his car right away and headed straight for the hospital.
When he got there, he found out that Ophelia had tried to kill herself and instantly, he felt like total shit, knowing it was his fault. He hadn't even hesitated. As soon as he learned what had happened, he went to her hospital room. She wasn't in one of the residential rooms anymore, she was laying in a hospital bed, hooked up to equipment to keep her alive. She'd lost a lot of blood and nearly died, but they told her she'd been found right in time. By Dr. Wells. Of course he'd been there when Declan wasn't.
Suddenly, he felt even worse, but he went into her room and sat next to her bed anyway because he needed to see her and know she was okay. He took a seat in the little chair next to her and sighed. Her eyes were closed so he couldn't tell if she was asleep or not an he rested his head against the bed next to her, not sure what to do or say to her. He sat up and took her hand gently in his. She was extremely pale. "I'm sorry Ophelia." He breathed softly, because he wasn't sure what else to say or if she was even awake.