𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

xxii. omar "oa" zidan.🦋 [2]

"It was weird.. everyone was cheering for me as if I were some sort of hero, but I didn't DO anything. I don't know how they recognized me," you explained to an officer as you sat in your hospital bed. After they bandaged you up, you were sitting with your mother and sister who quickly rushed to your side as soon as you called. "Alright, we'll have someone come to take your statement soon, but just focus on your recovery," the officer excused themselves as they left.

You were only with your mother and sister when you heard running in the hospital hallway approaching your room. You were alarmed, but the officer outside your door let the slightly out of breath person into your room. Your mouth fell slightly agape, blinking to clear your 20/20 vision. The person made eye contact with you, and you felt an abundance of butterflies unearth in your stomach—ones you hadn't felt since high school. You were surprised when they looked back at you with the same passion and longing.

"O-Omar?" you stuttered out, your mother and sister sitting awkwardly in the middle of the entire situation. "Y/N, you're okay?" he breathed out, trying to play it off as cool as he could with the rush of emotions trying to break through. "Mom, can we have just a sec?" you asked her as your sister left with her. Omar Adom, your high school boyfriend was standing in your hospital room, wearing a vest that read "FBI" on it in huge white letters. You smiled lightly, glad that he achieved his dream since 11th grade.

You broke the ice: "Omar, what are you doing here?" You knew he could be working the case, but part of you knew he was there because of you. "I came to check on you. W-When I saw that there was a bank robbery in New Castle, Delaware with a casualty, I had to come check on you," he said, being a bundle of nerves. It was the complete opposite that you knew in high school. You shook your head, trying to rid it of a fantasy where he sweeps you up and takes you away forever.

"I'm fine, I appreciate you checking on me.. the craziest thing happened: I was in there and when they saw my face, they ran. It was so weird," you spoke, the images of the bank robbers' faces replaying in your mind. Omar, or "OA" as you would call him, cracked a small smirk. "What's that face for?" you asked, and he sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. "I, uh.. once we graduated—before I got into the FBI, I ran a global crime syndicate.. and I had them put you on a "no harm" list.. to the criminals, you would be untouchable.." he admitted, not able to look you in the eye. He played with a ring he wore on his right hand.

You were speechless. For the first time since the robbery, you couldn't breathe. But for the best reason now. You and Omar dated in high school, but due to very different paths in life, you broke up about two months after graduation. You remained in your hometown, being a biology professor at the local community college. Omar always had a passion for fighting crime and you didn't want to get in the way of that, so you called things off. You weren't sure if you could be with someone that you weren't sure would live through each shift.

You fell into his arms, wiping a tear. "OA.. you saved my life today.." you breathed, running your hand up and down the back of his head to smooth out the short hairs. "I came today to talk to you about if you wanted to work things out. I know it's been some years, but I have a great job, and I don't have a girlfriend, or a wife, or kids. I even have an 812 credit score-" you laughed to cut him off, and he joined you. "Of course, OA. Once we get out of here, we can talk about things," you giggled. Once the laughter died down, he took your hand.

"I missed you so much, Y/N. I never stopped missing you.."