A New Life

Chapter 10

Here we go you guys. it's happening. 3 years later and i've improved my story telling so much and i'm finally ready to start publishing and writing chapters again. i've fallen in love with this story again. i apologize for the empty promises of updates and my endless excuses, but here we are. finally. -A much more articulate author: kendall. P.s: i've been correcting and changing previous chapters!! re read especially part 6!!
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Leslie's POV
I awake on Dick's chest, and he's still sleeping. I smile to myself and chuckle lightly as he silently snores. I lift my head and sit up straight. I stretch as I look at the room around me.

I guess I could call it my room. The infirmary's white lights blind me as do the walls. The silver sink almost looks sad.

This room is depressing me.

I sigh loudly as I stand. I look at the clock: 7:15 AM. Dick and I slept good, which is great for his injuries. I look in a mirror at my outfit from yesterday. Black leggings and a grey shirt. I rummage in the duffel bag of items Alfred assembled for me and pulled out a pair of jeans and a black sweater.

I go behind a curtain and change. You can never be too careful. I put my dirty clothes in a bin that Alfred also provided. I look in the mirror and brush my hair gently.

Then, I hear Dick groan. "What time is it?" He asks groggily.

I giggle lightly.

"It's about 7:15 in the morning." I answer, still giggling.

I make my way over and sit down next to him. He sits up and leans against the wall behind him.

"How do you feel?" I ask

"Better. How long did we sleep?"

"Like 12 hours." I laughed.

I glance at the scars and cuts on his face. somehow they don't distract from his attractiveness.

Whoa. Snap out of that girl.

He notices my awkward stares.

"They're not so bad. They don't hurt anymore." He smiles.

"May I?" I say.

"Y-yeah." He replies.

I take my fingers and I touch the large scar on his left cheek bone.

I shudder at the thought of what could've left that mark.

I move over to his nose, where a tiny cut resides.

Then finally, the last scar above his right eyebrow.

He hisses through his teeth as I touch that one.

"You said they were better." I frown.

"Sorry." He chuckles.

"What's so funny?" I say.

"Just...never mind. It's stupid." He sighs, closing his eyes as he slumps into the wall.

"Well now you have to tell me." I joke.

He looks over, opening his eyes. "You're just really adorable when you're mad." He chuckles again.

I gasp. "Am not!" I laugh.

"Of course you are!" He continues to laugh.

"Whatever." I sigh, unable to contain my smile.

Our eyes meet. His, an ocean blue; and mine, an ugly brown. His face pulls into a bigger smile than he had before, so does mine. It's silent.