Broken Heart/Broken Mind

-Chapter Fifty-three-

Sophie had her arm hooked through Keefe's as they walked into the movie theater. They went up to one of the lines to purchase their tickets.

"Want some popcorn?" Keefe asked.

"I would," she told him.

He turned to the cashier and ordered popcorn and some drinks. When they had their goodies, they headed into the theater.

Sophie leaned her head onto Keefe's shoulder. He smiled and kissed the top of her head. She reached over for some popcorn once the trailers had begun.

Part way through the movie, Keefe started shifting uncomfortably. She lifted her head and whispered to him.

"Do you need to use the bathroom?"

He shook his head. "No. My arm feels tingly again. It's getting on my nerves."

Sophie was about to apologize for cutting off his circulation, but she realized she was leaning on his right arm. He was moving around the left one, trying to get normal feeling back in it.

It had been a little over a week since the last time it happened. It couldn't be connected... right? She put it out of her mind. He had probably just pulled a muscle while they were all playing lazer tag, and it was taking a bit longer to heal. She leaned against him to continue watching the movie.

Coming out of the dark room once the film was over had Sophie squinting in the light off the room.

Although it was bright inside, she noticed, outside, it was already dark. She threw the trash in the garbage can as she went to walk outside, hand in hand, with Keefe.

She was stopped, however, when he stopped in his tracks. His hand reached up, and his nails dug into her forearm.

Caught off guard, she whipped her head around to see his brows pressed together in pain. His eyes were screwed shut, and his other hand had his nails digging into his palm.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She tried her best to sound calm, but internally, she was freaking out.

He managed to pry his eyes open and grit out, "It hurts."

Sophie felt her breath quicken. She held him by his shoulders to try and stabilize him. "What hurts?"

He couldn't speak his awnser. His only response was to reach up and rub his sternum. That only fueled her anxiety.

Reaching up and brushing hair out of his face, she asked, "What do you need?"

"Bench." The one word caused him to gasp for his breath back.

Sophie scanned the area. She turned him around and guided him to a seat. Once sitting down, she held him close to her.

She wasn't positive about what else she could do for him. Did he need 911?

Before she could spiral any further, his breathing shifted. He sat up from his position, leaning against her, and took in several deep breaths. They sounded shaky but sufficient. He leaned back against back rest.

Sophie tried to disguise how terrified she was, but some horror still leaked out into her voice when she asked, "What just happened? Are you ok?"

He covered his eyes with his hands with a grumble. "I'm not sure what that was. But I'm fine. My head just hurts now."

"I don't know what that was either," she told him. "But you are NOT ok. You need a hospital."

He placed a hand on her arm. "I'm fine now. See?"

He pointed to his face, which didn't seem very fine in Sophie's opinion. His hands were still trembling, and his skin had a sheen of sweat on it. His eyes looked like they had watered up during the fit.

She shook her head. "You should probably go to the ER. There's no way that's good!"

Keefe stood up on shaky legs. "Seriously, I'm good."

She got up and let him lean on her. She pursed her lips. Eventually, she let out a sigh.

"Finee." She held out her hand. "But I'm driving." He gladly handed over the keys.

Climbing into the truck, she started the ignition. Keefe slipped his arm through hers. She could still feel him trembling but decided not to mention it. It was probably because he was coming down from an adrenaline high.

Sophie realized the small issue with her driving home once she got into her driveway.

She was driving his truck. And he still needed to get home.

Reluctantly, she stepped out of the truck. Before Keefe could get in, Sophie stopped him.

"Swear to me you can get home safe on your own."

He took her by the shoulders. His hands were still this time. "I promise to you, Sophie. I can get home, alright by myself."

She nodded. "Text me once you get home ok, alright?"

He nodded. "I will."

He kissed her goodnight. Sophie quickly showered and dressed into her pajamas. When she crawled into bed, she was happily met with a text message from Keefe.

'Hey, I made it home alright. Now you can sleep tonight. ;)'