Not So Perfect

Clinic

"A clinic?" Tony asks.

"My doctor is here," Angela states unlocking the door.

Anthony quickly gets out of the door and arrives at her side by the time she manages to get her feet out. He follows her instructions and helps her inside. The building was an old small office space. Its surrounded by other small businesses around. It was not in the nicest neighborhood. 

At the reception, Lillian stares for a second before quickly dialing the phone. Without a word towards then she points towards the right door. Walking down the old yellow hallway one of the doors open.

Dyren takes on look at her and moves quickly opening another door marked 3. Anthony enters the room and she can feel him become uncomfortable. Anthony lets her down softly on the torn, old bed. He moves away from her but stays still close enough.

"My dear what happened to you?" Dyren asks.

"Car accident," she states.

Dyren takes hold of her arms moving them up. She flinches as pain quickly shoots up to her neck. He puts his hands onto her ribs. Once again the pain overtakes her.

"I'm surprise you brought him here," Dyren says angrily.

"You got a problem with me?" Anthony asks angrily.

"Yes," Dyren answers.

"Dyren keep you mouth shut. Help me with this pain," Angela demand.

"I might not dig into your 'accidents' but it doesn't mean I don't care," Dyren says.

"I don't pay you to blab your stupid mouth," Angela scolds.

Dyren pushes onto one side sending her into a paralyzing pain. Angela let's put a scream. Anthony gives her his hand and she hesitates. She takes it after another touch sends another curling scream out of her mouth. Dyren puts a wooden stick in between her teeth.

"Your going to scare away my other patients," Dyren says looking into her eyes.

Angela looks away quickly feeling as he's reading her. She tighten her grip on Anthony and she can feel him rub her back.

"Tsk tsk how many times have I told you,"  Dyren questions, "you think your in pain now. Wait for it to wear off."

"I'm sorry," she says as tear swell up once more.

"I need a more through check up on her," Dyren says to Anthony, "step out for a while."

Anthony for a second doesn't budge from her side. Dyren goes to lift up her shirt when Anthony stumble his way out.

"Well that was cute," Dyren says, " with that I know he didn't cause this."

Angela can feel his cold fingers touch her skin. She groans as pain registers.

"Beside the ones you got today I don't see any new incidents. Your old ones are healing up nicely," Dyren says putting her shirt down once more, " you should give your body a break."

"I been stressed," Angela confesses.

Dyren goes to the door and slightly opens it.

"How many did you take?" Dyren asks

"Two," she answers.

Anthony makes his way inside slowly. He makes way to her side once again giving her a timid smile.

"You need to get yourself clean up," Dyren says clearly.

Angela nods at him knowing she was going to try her best. Things can not get out of control like they did today.

"I let Jesse know we are here," Anthony says, "police want to ask you a few questions."

"You have them on you?" Dyren asks.

"In my bag," Angela confesses.

Dyren goes through her bag and takes out her aspirin bottle. He signals it towards her. She nods and he just shakes his head in disappointment.

"Your body is really weak. You're skinnier than last time. Make sure you let your body to fully heal. It can't take more injuries when the others aren't even healed," Dyren says.

"Okay I'll be fine," she says with a slight smile.

"You're not and you gotta see that," Dyren says.

"I will," she says more seriously.

"I'll let Lillian know police will come by. This is the last favor I'll do for you," Dyren says.

"Okay," she says timidly.

Dyren exits the room and silence feels the space. Angela timidly looks up to Anthony. He gives her small smile awkwardly.

"You have really changed have you?" Anthony says.

Angela frowns not knowing how to answer that. Anthony just shrugs and shakes his head.

"I guess it's only natural," he states , "I think I caught on what he was talking about. I guess with our past anyone would consider it."

Angela can feel a knot form in the pit of her stomach. She was not up to be talking about their past.

"If your referencing what I think you are. I let that go a while back. You know I don't hold that against you either," she states.

Anthony gives her a smile and silence surrounds them. Angela pats the side of the bed for Anthony to sit and he complies. She leans her body against her.

Angela felt at peace just being in his presence. He didn't demand anything from her. It was weird to her.

"Anthony..." she starts.

"Could you call me like you use to?" Anthony asks quietly.

"Tony," Angela hesitates a bit, "I missed you."

"I missed you too," Anthony says wrapping a arm around her waist, "pajarito."