Playing With Fire

Define Your Meaning of War

Sawyer did one last check to make sure the his red bow tie was still in perfect place. It was of course, he was just freaking out about nothing. 

Pulling on his tux he did the buttons, rolling it with a lint roller to ensure that it to was perfect to him. After that he put some gel into his hair and fixed it so that it was slightly spiky. Something he would never normally do. But hey tonight wasn't everyday now was it?

He then took a step back to look at himself. Maybe the tux was a little bit of an overkill, but it wasn't really like Cecilia would care.

Grabbing his wallet and keys Sawyer stepped out of his office and locked the doors. Walking to Cecilia's room seemed impossible but he still got there. 

But he couldn't knock. So for about thirty seconds Sawyer stood with his fist just raised over the door. 

Finally common sense won out and he knocked. She opened the door within seconds wearing a beautiful shorter dress, that made him as a man feel uncomfortably overheated. 

"Hey Sawyer, just let me get my purse okay!" she said brightly, running back inside for a quick moment. He nodded. 

"Alright Sawyer get your shit together, stop being attracted to her and that fucking dress. If only she knew what that was doing to me," he thought to himself 

The second she popped back of and closed her door, he offered his hand to her. She just looked at it for a moment. Before taking it. When she touch his hand Sawyer could swear that he heart skipped about five beats in a row. 

This was amazing.

Quickly he snapped out of it and led her out of the hospital. Outside it was cool and crisp, with the slight hint of snow on the horizon. 

The moon shone just as brightly as Cecilia's eyes and it was a sensation he didn't like feeling. When he looked at her he saw those two silver moons staring right back. 

Sawyer made sure the the restaurant wasn't far away, so they only had a brief walk till they were once again in the warm comfort of a building. 

Once there they were both led to a table, which was just waiting for them. Calmly he sat her down before sitting down himself. The waiter came right away and he ordered champagne, and not to his surprise she ordered a glass of water. 

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Dinner passed quickly with some small talk about work and things of that nature before she surprised him. 

"Sawyer, do you suffer from depression?" she asked, not in a mean way, but more in the curious way that a child would. 

"I uh, no why do ask?" he said feeling the anxiety start the crawl into him once again. 

"Well you always come to work hurt in one way or another. Like today, I asked one of the nurses the symptoms of broken ribs, and you my sir fit the description. Not to mention that cut the supposedly came from your car. I mean come on Sawyer, I was born at night but it wasn't last night, so don't lie to me. That cut was way to clean," she said her voice starting to rise.

Sawyer sighed and looked her in the eyes slowly. "So maybe I have a small problem," he shrugged, ignoring what she was really asking.

"No, don't push me away. I know you have a problem, and you need help. Sawyer these injuries are getting worse. You could very well end up killing yourself," she said to him calming down a  little   bit. 

He took a deep breath before responding. "So maybe I have a small problem, but why do you even care so much about me to begin with?" he asked knowing that this would likely shut her up quickly. 

As he thought it did indeed cause Cecilia to stop and think about it for a moment before responding. "Well, I don know. But when I find out I promise that I'll tell you," she answered standing. 

Sawyer just nodded and didn't take her hand this time as they walked outside. It was snowing hard and had easily dropped down by thirty degrees. 

Cecilia started shivering the second she stepped outside. Causing Sawyer to sigh but nonetheless he still unbuttoned his tux and offered it to her. 

She didn't question him this time, but took it and out it on. "Thanks," was  all she said before walking away from him. Leaving Sawyer alone in the snow. 

"Damn that's cold,"