Silence in the Storm

Apnea.

Alert of Smut!🍑🌶💦

I was recovering pretty well, given the severity of my injuries and the added bruise on my face.
I couldn't remember anything from that episode at my dorm; everything was all but a blur... My mind dissociated out of sheer panic. The blunt pain on my face was the only palpable thing in my mind, I couldn't remember who landed the punch. As I regained my cognitive senses after the shock, I was at the Hospital Wing being taken care of, but no sight of either Johnny or Ghost. Obviously they'd be embarassed and remorseful about what happened, but avoiding me when I needed support was ridiculous. I got discharged after two whole days stuck in there... Gaz was the one who picked me up.

Never felt so discarded in my life... But I quietly swallowed my sorrow and returned to my dorm to get back to my routine.

 Regardless, I was slowly returning to work in between physiotherapy sessions. Johnny has started to be overbearing; practically being my second shadow since the incident at the patio sparring match and my dorm. I was pretty sure he has been feeling deeply insecure, guilty and thrown off regarding the sudden closeness between me and Ghost.
Ghost has been absent for days; apparently, he enlisted himself into a classified mission that required direct disconnection with the Task Force. Elise was being insufferable during these days, making herself as everybody problem...

It was obvious that they got into some sort of argument after what happened, and Ghost distanced himself from everything by using work as an excuse. Clearly, he left the mess for us to deal with it. Everything was all awkward: her abrasive interactions with the rookies, her mood swings while interacting with Captain Price, her unreadable glares towards me and Johnny... I tried to avoid her at all costs.

During a weekly squad check-up, Elise was the next on the list. I was dreading an encounter with her that could last more than a few seconds; her erratic behavior during all this time was uncomfortable to deal with. As she entered my clinic I flinched, avoiding eye contact. 

- ...Welcome to my clinic, Assistant Torres. 

- ...Hi, Angie. - she retorted in a dry tone. 

- How have you been feeling? - I tried to make some small talk to tackle the awkwardness.

- Like shit. 

- I see... What happened?

- Me and Simon... We're on bad terms.

- I'm so sorry to hear that. - I pulled the stethoscope. - Breathe deeply three times for me, please.

- ...He kissed you, didn't he?

I simply froze.
My eyes were widen and unfocused, my hands got cold and my heart skipped a beat. I stopped breathing for a moment out of sheer panic; I felt like vomiting. I slowly raised my head to look at her face, and I met a cold and unforgiving gaze framing her blank expression.

- ...I beg your pardon?

- He blurted out that he kissed you while we were arguing. But since I know that he sometimes bluffs simply out of spite, I thought it was better to ask for confirmation... Did he kissed you?

- Elise, I... - my stutter gave it away, I was bewildered. 

- I figured as much. - a single tear rolled down her face; a murderous gaze framed her eyes. - Simon is spiteful, but to the extent of... Fucking hell, how pathetic!

- I don't know what to tell you.

- Don't even try. You're just as guilty.

- What do you intend to do about it? - I was trying to keep my composure.