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As Leo laid there staring at the ceiling, the babies began to make it too difficult to breathe so he had to turn over onto his side and stare out the sliding door's window that led out to the balcony. That's when he saw Trevor sitting in a chair on the balcony just staring off into space.

Leo wanted to get up and talk to Trevor, but the movement from turning over onto his side made his stomach groan with nausea and felt it would be better to remain where he was until the nausea passed. Damn ward. He needed to get out of here before he gave birth--or sooner. Who knew what would happen if he stayed through the end of the transition?

"Oh Trevor," Leo said quietly with a sigh, fighting back his nausea. "I should have told you sooner. It's my fault you were put in that position in the first place. My fault you got hurt. My fault you've gone silent."

As he said that, silent tears began falling down his face. Leo would later account them to his hormones causing a fluctuation in his moods. He normally doesn't pray, but just that one time he closed his eyes and began to silently pray for Trevor to forgive Leo and for Brayden to find a way to get rid of the ward or to get both of the out of the ward before it's too late.