"Yeah, you are." he said with a soft smile and kissed her cheek gently. He was only joking, but partly he wasn't because he could fall asleep like right now. He stretched slightly, and laid down against the pillow, he laid the pillow over his arm and laid his head down on it. His blue eyes looked up to the writing on the walls, finding a few poems before looking back over to Jess as she said goodnight. "Sleep tight, and don't let the beg bugs bite." he said with a small smirk as he let his eyes be hidden behind heavy eyelids.

A soft yawn escaped Ricky as he laid quietly. He was comfortable and he looked so peaceful. It didn't take long for him to sleep, and later on in the night he'd probably start talking because he always did when he slept. It was between that time where he was still kind of awake but before deep sleep. It was the time when his friends used to pick on him, because he's awake enough to answer any type of question, but not really know what he is saying.

She thought he looked like an angel when he's awake, look at him now when he's sleeping. The restlessness is gone from his face and he's calm. The sweet happy smile of being able to sleep rests itself upon his features. His eyes are shut, leaving everyone to winder what they look like, and that sweet smile on his faces makes one wonder what he's thinking while he's laying there comfortably. A soft sigh escaped his vocals as he let his hands rest across his stomach and faced the ceiling.

Ricky slept peacefully for the best part of the night. He didn't dream at all ,but he didn't have a nightmare either. He slept soundlessly, as his chest rose and fell with silent breaths. He had shifted many times in his sleep, going from laying on the ceiling, to laying on his stomach, from laying with his head close to Jess to laying the other direction. He moved a lot in his sleep usually and this was the least he'd probably ever moved. He woke sharply though when she tripped over his leg.

He propped himself up on his elbows so he could looked over at Jess, to see if she was alright. "I'm sorry. Are you OK?" as he asked, his tones were soft and hardly awake as he spoke. He waited patiently for her answer, but she took too long and Ricky settled himself back down on the floor and put the pillow over his head, blocking out all possible light that had started filtering into the room. Face it, Ricky was a bum and could sleep forever. He didn't want to wake up yet.

Her hand on his made Ricky flinch slightly, and he pulled away at first. Hands on him made his dream only more real for that moment and then the scene of all the lights coming down on him from the emergency room woke him up. He opened his eyes a bit to see Jess sitting by his side. He shut his eyes right away again. immediately feeling embarrassed. The look on her face was worried and tears had fallen down her face. His covered his face in his hands and in a very soft, and shaken voice spoke to Jess.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't bother you did I?" he asked, still hiding his face in his hands. His voice was shaking and he was terrified, he felt extremely stupid. "I'm really sorry."

He said, still hiding. He stood up and walked away a bit. He shook the slightest bit even as he just stood there. His mind was racing and he was trying to control himself from blurting out everything on his mind. He didn't want to start crying again. He already felt dumb for crying in front of Jess in his sleep, and that he wasn't able to control, but crying now he was.

He mopped his hands over his face, clearing the tears that had streaked down his face. He was careful not to mess up his make up though. He didn't have anymore with him at the moment to fix it if he messed it up. All this was done while he was still turned away from Jess. He still felt bothered that she had looked so worried. Tears had fallen from her gorgeous eyes because he worried her. He hated making people worry over him. He wasn't worth being worried over....

"I'm so sorry." he said carefully, with a light hearted sigh as he tried to control the slight shake her had. He always shook after a dream like that. It all felt so real, and besides, the writing on his skin hurt again. whenever he had that dream it started to hurt, like it had happened all over again. 'GO HOME' the crude letters were across his bare skin. That was carved into him, written with a razor and he was left to die in the street that night. He'd followed a man inside a dark, quiet house and he'd thought that everything would be fine, and yet he came out like he did.

"I just got this overwhelming wave of blood over my senses. It was so much that I could taste it..." he said quietly, not understanding why. It had been all too real. It had overcome his sense of smell and taste. It had been like he'd been back in that room. where his own blood was being spilled all over the white sheets of the bed... and then the horrible sensation of the man's hands on his bare skin. Caressing Ricky like he was the man's toy. Ricky shivered in disgust more at himself then anything else. He felt so disgusting. He could take a million showers and never actually be clean. He turned around to look at Jess as he almost yelled out in shock as he seen the blood on the bed which she sat on.

"W-what happened?" he asked with another shaken voice as he looked at the bed. There were a few big splotches of dark red on the bed. It looked wet no long, but it had been dried. That meant it had been there for a while. what had she done while he was sleeping? Is it not safe to sleep around Jess? Will she hurt herself more times while someone is unaware? So many thoughts were running through Ricky's mind, but he didn't accuse her of anything until he heard what she had to say about it.