Maybe We Shouldn't

That May Have Hurt

As she opened the door suitably clean faced and feeling better she saw that Sam 

had still not vacated her seat. She had assumed that Cade would have sent him away 

by now. As she took in the scene before her she recognised the intent in his eyes 

moments before his fist connected with Sam's cheek and then it was too late. 

As he drew his arm back preparing to hit again she all but leapt over the other 

diners in her way to stop him, but however much she tried to break them apart Cade 

had managed to get several well aimed hits. Even Sam had gotten in one hit judging 

from the cut across Cade's cheek. 

She had stepped between them which had effectively ended their tussle but the 

majority of the damage had been done. Their table was overturned and plates, glass 

and food littered the immediate area. The others diners had all stopped eating to stare 

at them and some had even gone so far as to get up and leave. 

So, with all eyes on them she grabbed his arm and steered him toward the exit. 

Cade had embarrassed her, yes, but she was more concerned that he may have hurt 

himself. She took another glance down at his hand as he wiped it on his dusty shirt and 

cringed at the trail of blood it had left behind. She wasn't a medical student, but 

judging from the blood that was now dripping from his hand, he needed to get that 

treated. 

"I'm sorry, you know, for anything you might still feel for that guy. He wasn't worth 

it, what a douche." Cade looked at her with genuine sorrow in his eyes as a bright 

smile lit up her face. "That's all right, I knew he would get smacked eventually, I just didn't think it would 

be right there, right then, in the middle of that relatively small restaurant, in front of all 

those people." 

She took a moment to sneak a peek at his hand again and it looked absolutely 

awful. The skin was torn back in places, knuckles bared, and pieces of bone pressing 

through the mangled flesh. The skin itself had become a disgusting shade of 

blue/green/black and blood continued to pour through. 

"But, maybe you didn't need to do that much damage?" 

"Oh, right. I didn't feel it was happening, probably from all the adrenaline. It might 

be quite sissy to admit this, but it's kind of really starting to hurt." 

"You think? Come on, let get you to a hospital." So she grabbed his keys out of his 

pocket and walked around to the driver's side as he awkwardly tried to manoeuvre 

himself into the passenger side without using his right hand.