IF I FALL - #Wattys2016

CLOSE AGAIN | LYA

He came that morning, on my last day at the hospital. I was supposed to get released that day and was surprised to see him sitting in my room when I went back from another series of tests to make sure everything was ok with my head.

He was sat on a chair by my bed and looked more handsome than ever, in his black jogging pants, white sneaker and white sweater with the hoodie on his head.

A tiny smile drew on his lips when he saw me entering the room.

"Hey killer... Oh... They removed the bandages!" He said while getting up.

"Yeah..." I answered. "It adds up to my bad girl look. How is it?"

He walked toward me and looked at my bruises and cuts on my forehead and on my cheeks.

"He didn't miss his hit, uh?" He said while looking closer. The feeling of his fingers softly brushing my skin was making me shiver. He was so close that I could smell his cologne. I felt myself blushing a little so I quickly moved away from him and pulled my bag out.

"Oh well, I just hope it won't leaves any scar"

He smiled and sat down by the window while I started packing my clothes.

"What brings you here anyway?" I asked, suddenly remembering the question I initially wanted to ask.

"Well... Janelle couldn't come pick you up, so I guess I will be the one escorting you home"

"You didn't need to go through that pain. I could have went home by myself" I said, still feeling touched by his attention.

"Yeah... But I wanted to"

I felt my heart fluttering in my chest. A single word from him could literally make me feel like a teen. I needed to control myself and act normally.

"Thanks" I smiled.

Once I finished packing, he carried my bag and waved for the first taxi passing by. Once in the cab, the atmosphere was heavy. I couldn't find a subject to start a conversation and every time I tried to glace at him, our eyes ended up by meeting, which was incredibly embarrassing. I hadn't seen him since that night we spent together and all I could think of was the feeling of his lips on mines, all night. Oh gosh!

"Hey..." He suddenly said.

I turned to him, startled.

"Have you thought about pressing charges?"

I felt a little relieved that he only wanted to talk about the fight and not what happened before.

"Nah... What's the point? It was an accident. Mike asked me to, since he intended to hit you basically. But, the fact that I ended up at the hospital was not his fault."

"You should though..."

"He will just find a way to blame you for what happened and there's no way I'd give him that satisfaction"

He stared at me with a smile on his lips.

"So you just want to protect me? Just like how you jumped between us, like you thought you were Catwoman or something" he laughed.

"I would be a terrible Catwoman. Knocked out during the first mission" I joked.

"Yeah..."

I laughed at myself, thinking how lame I was at fighting.

"I saw Mike yesterday..." he started. "He said you dumped him..."

My heart started racing. Could it be that Mike told him about the conversation we had?