Person Of Interest. [GoodGuyFitz]

Life's A Beach. (20)

"Thank you," I mumbled as my eyes began feeling heavy.

"Don't mention it," Anna flashed a small smile.

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It's been a week since the incident with my side in the warehouse. I slept for a solid thirty five hours-courtesy of the morphine- and woke up to Toby snorting a line of coke off of Masons now bald head. It wasn't surprising though, just something I wasn't expecting. Anna had offered to come home with me after I woke up, but I declined. She had already gone above and beyond to help me and I was very, very grateful for her.

Apparently the jump from the truck to the ground tore up some of the muscle the bullet had destroyed, which caused the large amount of pain to happen in the snap of a finger. The sudden pain had sent my body into panic mode, wanting to produce enough adrenaline to keep my body from feeling that pain. But instead of helping things went south and I was sent into a panic attack.

The heavy breathing made the stress in my side balloon and my body just didn't know what to do with itself. I didn't blame it though, I doubt if I would be able to do anything helpful if I had been calm enough to help the pain.

Something changed in Ryan, too. He was a lot less passive around me after I woke up. It was odd, but appreciated. He almost seemed apologetic. Although I do have an inkling that he'll go back to normal when I feel better. As much as I love the positive attention, part of me missed the angry cunt. I suppose he felt bad after seeing how much pain I really was in.

Matt had also been super helpful with everything. Offering to bring me food, me declining, him bringing it anyway. If I had a dollar for every time he apologized to me I'd be filthy rich. Of course that's an exaggeration, but nonetheless I'd still have a hefty amount of dollars.

I could tell it was hard for Cam to watch Matt do his best to take care of me, but that's the price we had to pay for being in a literal forbidden relationship. Cam did take every chance that was presented to him to come over and check on me. But after lots well needed rest my body was just about good to go.

I'd be lying if I said I enjoyed Cam coming over multiple times a day. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate him and his mindset, but it's day seven of constant checking up and I've been feeling good enough for two days now. So when the opportunity presented itself- I left.

After telling Ryan, of course. I don't have the energy or the will to run away from all of this chaos. Besides, even if I were to get far enough away I'm sure Ryan knows lots of people in and out and all over Australia. It'd be like walking around with a target on my back.

I don't know what made me want to leave, my body just screamed at me, telling me to get out of there. So I did.

I just... I just drove.

I didn't look at the signs for two hours and some odd minutes, until I ended up in some random city by the ocean. The first thing that caught my eye was an espresso shop with live music. Countless brass instruments lined up in the front windows of the shop and inside above the tables and chairs. Euphoniums, trumpets, trombones, disassembled sousaphones and tubas lay everywhere. Some of them appeared old with chipped nickel and stripped lacquer. A select few of them seemed new to me with their beautiful reflection of new paint and shine.

One instrument in particular caught my eye. It wasn't just a brass instrument, it was woodwind. A singular tenor saxophone perched perfectly above the front counter. I stared at it for a long time before the barista behind the counter cleared her throat in annoyance, but like a lot of things in that moment, I didn't care.

"It's funny, isn't it?" A man said next to me. It wasn't just any man, though. It was Mason. He carried a to go cup of coffee in one hand and a croissant in the other, "All of the brass instruments. Literally hundreds, scattered around the shop. Yet only one woodwind stands. I'd like to think it's a metaphor."