Reader's POV

I awoke from a big amount of pain. I opened my eyes and tried to steady my vision. As I cope around the place, I was expecting to be lying on the ground, downstairs, still messy. But from the looks of it, it's like nothing happened. My room looked clean, my shirt is new, and I have bandages around my scars. The room was dim so I rubbed my eyes to see more clearly. After I shuffled and grunted when I placed my hand to my stomach. I got startled when someone pounced on my right side, saying, "Fuck sake!!!" and making me punch the person right at the face. The figure toppled back to his seat and grunted, "Ugh, hell...My nose.." He massaged his sniffler and stood and said, "I just asked if you're okay and you just punched me?! You have to be thankful that I aided you!" I moved back and said, "Who the fuck are you? You seem...familiar..." I said, then my head started smashing itself, I grasped my hair and panicked, "Who the fuck are you, dammit!" I went complex-mode. Trying to defeat it, it was too difficult till a small and yet soft smack at my lips attacked my mouth. I blushed immensely, my eyes widened in unacceptability, and paused in bewilderment.

He pushed me down on the bed and started caressing me thighs. I noticed the action and kicked him across the room. I shouted, "What the hell?!" He was cut off, when he was about to apologize, by me pinning him to the wall, "You have to explain yourself, jackass. I swear to God, if you're a stalker from the Blackwatch Military, I will fucking kill you with one staccato!" (Staccato is used in music, it plays half a beat, more like I quick tap of an object.) I said, he smiled and replied, "Chill, Y/n! I'm your doctor, dead doctor. Remove the Blackwatch M. on your part of the sentence. I'm just your stalker, you're my subject! The missing Subject #20847." I used my Blacklight to stick him to the wall so I could pace for a while, trying to remember the familiar face. "Aiden...No..Delsin!-Nope. Desmond. Shit-fuck!" The man laughed in amusement, "You got a strong mouth right they're, babe." I blurted out, "Shut up, Alex! You're suppose to be with Karen!" I covered my mouth and his hanged open. I gently set him down on the chair beside my bed. Alex, as agreed by him and also presumed, said with a bit of confidence, "You finally know your doctor's name, no?" "Why did you kiss me? and you are presumed as a stalker and why, you bastard?!" My blade pointed between his nose, raising his hands up, and his beadings of sweat trailed down his face. "Put down the weapon, I'll explain, you eat." He instructed so I followed. I got the soup from the table and started sipping through the soup.

Alex asked a dumb question, "So, do you like my soup?" I paused for a while to take in the flavor, I replied, "You didn't didn't add any broth, just salt." "At least you get to eat the food I made for you." I rolled my eyes and continued drinking, or eating. "I'm a stalker, regular. Not really but I needed your blood and Black light samples. They are extraordinary ones, though, it failed. The weapon should at least survive for a week, and you nearly proven that in Gentek." "That was a long time ago, Dr. Mercer. And I was your partner as well, more of a third wheeler because you hanged out with Karen. Why are you having an affair with me?" He laughed and said, "She isn't pretty, you are but not like her. More equal-equal." I muttered, "Sociopathic and Scientific Fag..." He stood up and blurted, "Well, at least you should thank me for aiding you, once again. If I weren't there to save you, you would be Blacklight's Greatest Weapon or a great meal for their dogs." I felt ashamed, set aside the bowl and replied, apologetically, "Sorry and thank you. But you should stop the stalking and stealing the samples of my rotting corpse." He smiled, "Too late. I have it." He brought out the vial from his pocket. It was red and black, they're in a separate container. Alex added, "Well, for sure, I know I won't use this now but for future purposes. So basically, I'll keep it somewhere safe." I smiled lightly and replied back with a wincing and agonizing pain, "Well, thanks again."

Alex carried me, making me blush. He carried me, fixed me up on the bed and went to wipe my limbs again to heal bit faster. During the aiding, we talked about ourselves after our deaths, we called this the Afterlife. He fell asleep after caring for me, I whispered to him and pecked him at the head, "Good Stalker yet the weirdest. Heh."

Alex Mercer (Stalker) POV

I felt the soft touches gently ruffling my hair, perhaps playing it too. It felt so soothing that I fell asleep. And before I drowned to subtle dreams, she whispered with her gentle voice. I blushed and snuggled through my arms to let her continue to warm me up. I knew this would end up well.