"Hunter?" I asked, The customer looked up there was a hint of something like joy or surprise in his eye.
"Yeah?" He said in a confused way.
"You look like a kid that I went to school with." He looked confused? Suddenly I had an idea.
"Jackets pillow fort"
A wolfish grin spread across his face. One that he had never really grew out of.
"Zoe!" He exclaimed, I jumped and shushed him. He chuckled. I sat down and we talked about what happened after he moved and life and stuff. Soon, I asked about his eye
"I ran into some... trouble." He said.
"Oh" I said "Well you are not the only one who ran into some trouble, I just got out of a 4 year coma."
"How did that happen?" He asked.
"I...can't...remember" I said.
Suddenly I got a headache. I heard loud screaming and collapsing of something massive. I turned around and gazed into a pair of soulless, cold, dark, emerald green eyes. Then I was on the floor and blacked out.
The last thing I heard was "Somebody call an ambulance!"
When I came to, I was back in the hospital again. Hunter was next to me, looking not at all concerned, as one would expect him to be, but instead looked about as cool as ice and as emotionless as stone. His expression was looking far out and distant, as if he was staring at something.
"Hi" I said my voice scratchy. He snapped back to reality and looked at me.
"Hey. You feeling alright?" It sounded more like a statement than a question.
"Yeah" I said "But the real question is are you alright?" Hunter gave me an unreadable look.
"Why would you ask me that question. Of course i'm alright. I'm fine, your at least a little fine, we're all fine here," he said as he leaned back and sighed. I could tell that he was gritting teeth and in his eyes flash confusion and anger.
"Are you sure your okay?" I asked concerned. He looked like he was in a worse condition than me...well, mentally at least.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm pretty sure I'm okay," He said as he relaxed. He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees.
"Okay" I said. How did he just...calm down like that? Hunter seemed to notice me questioning this or he's secretly a telepath because he answered my questions.
"It comes with a sort of... practice. I do it so I don't stress out my bandaged eye," he said motioning to it. "It could be disastrous for me if my emotions get out of control." He chuckled a little to himself, almost like it was an inside joke only he could understand.
"Oh so what happens to your eye when your emotions get out of control?" I ask, my legs pulled up into my chest while my head rested in my knees.
"It leaks,"
"Oh...Okay?" I said.
"I just hope you don't get to see it happening," Hunter said as he grinned, wolfishly again, and rubbed his eye.
"Okay, well let's keep talking about life and shit" I said. He chuckled.
"Where did we leave off at then,"
"I don't know" I replied with. He smiled again. What is with his grin? It's so dog like, it's driving me nuts.
"Why don't I just let you rest here for a bit and meet with you later to talk about stuff, after all you just fainted,"
