A Face Made For Daylight

It's not an alibi you need, just yet

The rhythmic clicks of their heels echoed through the hospital hallways as Alistair and Marie followed a nurse to Kid's room. They passed by various open rooms, the smell of blood from hanging blood bags and poked arms, immediately hit their nostrils intoxicating them. Alistair turned to Marie giving her a comforting glance as he squeezed her hand. His thoughts were too focused on his brother's wellbeing, that the smell of blood didn't distress him as it usually would. He noticed Marie was on edge and knew this was affecting her. Marie gave him a quick nod reassuring him. It wasn't the smell of blood toying with her instinct that silenced her, it was her cerebral dance searching for an alibi. She wasn't sure how Kid made it after she drained him. She hasn't felt off guard in years and these new emotional entrapments were an unchartered territory for her. She's never felt more desperate for reason, lost in a search for answers, planning redemption. She felt human.

Alistair exchanged a glance with two men in long overcoats as they passed them, with his mind occupied he shrugged off the look they gave him which lingered a little longer than usual.

The nurse stopped. Turning to them, she gestured towards the door. "The  bed by the window." The room was small, a little chilly, with one window in the corner. The beeping sounds of machines, so monotone, yet so deafening. They passed two other beds with cloth curtains dividing them. The patients were sleeping. Arriving to the last curtain, they can see the edge of his bed, with his legs stretched draped with white cloth, they can hear muffled giggling. Alistair walked in first peeking his head to the corner. Kid was sitting up wearing a hospital gown, completely spotless, no signs of injury, no cuts and no bruises. He was beaming looking up at a voluptuous blonde nurse taking his vitals. Her back was turned to the entrance. His quiff falling down his face in a curl. His fingers were tracing small flirtatious lines on the white dress that was tightly hugging her curvy thighs.

Alistair cleared his throat. Kid turned smiling at his brother and the nurse quickly jumped back, her lips parting at the sight of Alistair. He wore a light grey suit over a white button shirt and a slim back tie. His jaw line sharp, cheekbones highlighted by the sun, his hair, the length of Kid's but styled neatly from the sides. His quiff a little more styled with a few small strands out of place. She tried to speak but her voice cracked giving her away.

"Darling he's taken." Kid teased chuckling at the nurse. "Alistair, this is--?" He looked to her narrowing his eyes smiling.

"Oh—yes, sorry." She laughed nervously stretching her hand to Alistair. "Veronica." Alistair shook her hand politely smiling back at her beaming face and dilated pupils. He turned back to look at Marie making space for her to come into frame.

"This is Marie." Marie swallowed sharply before turning into the room. She didn't make eye contact with Kid and instead stretched a forced tight-lipped smile nodding at the woman greeting her.

"Can you send in the doctor looking after my brother?" Alistair smiled politely at Veronica. She beamed back answering his questions. Marie eyed her up and down. The blonde vixen practically bounced in her step puffing her chest at Alistair while she spoke. Marie's icy glare turned slightly and caught Kid smirking at her from behind the nurse. Her winked at her. Marie frowned and turned back to the conversation in front of her. Fuck, how does he look this good? She wondered.

"Marie, can you keep my brother company? She's gonna take me to chat with the doctor." Marie felt the lump in her throw grow bigger and felt her scalp heat up. It was definitely not the California heat. She felt trapped.

"Of course." She smiled at Alistair. He turned and Veronica followed with extra pep in her walk. Marie was left with Kid who was leaned forward sitting in the bed.