I waited for about an hour before Scar finally came down the stairs.
I had been so restless I couldn't even sit for long. I would sit and stand and then go back to sit.
Our eyes locked as he came into the waiting room.
It was as though his presence commanded both fear and power as all other eyes turned to him even those who were weak.
"How's the wound?" I asked, rushing to his side before he could come to me.
"You shouldn't be here. You should be resting." I whispered harshly, circling him.
He was dressed in a black shirt and jean with boots to match.
The Scars on his face had returned to how dark they normally were.
He smelt so nice and I immediately caught up to the Fact that he had washed up.
His white of eyes were a bit red causing me to worry even more.
Was it safe to bath with the bandage I knew was around him.
"I'm fine love. I already told you that the bullet wasn't really deep it just grazed the flesh."
I nodded feeling my body start to give in to my phobia for hospitals.
"Why are you shaking?" Scar asked looking at me with a worried expression on his face. I immediately felt guilty for making him worried.
Is just a hospital Mira not a prison, calm down!
"Nothing I'm cool." I Lied and it was obvious at least to Scar it was.
Then again why did I even bother to lie to him when I knew that he almost knew me just as much as I knew myself and he could definitely see through my lies.
"You Don't like hospitals right?" he asked, almost sounding like a statement. His forehead creased with worry.
He was looking at me so intently I was afraid to speak because I didn't know how my voice would come out as. Maybe a squeak or a mumble or no words at all.
I nodded, closing my eyes. I wanted to hug him but he's hurt because of me I didn't want to hurt him even more.
Sometimes I think I'm too bad for him.
"It's just...down here with all this people...people.. I get reminded of the precarity of life and it.. It makes me feel so helpless. Weak. I hate feeling weak." I whispered.
He wrapped his hands around my waist and gently let me out into the corridor where their were but a few people.
"Then let's get out of here. If you aren't comfortable let's go. You already spent one night with me. I would not put you through this again."
"But you were just shot and have not been discharged." I objected, turning around to face him.
Scar's hands were still wrapped around my waist and our eyes locked. His eyes traveled down my lips as he hungrily gazed at them, mine glared at his too.
I couldn't wait to have him alone so that I could ravish them. Even though it had just been for a few days it felt like a decade since we last kissed.
I was about to lean in for a kiss when
He grabbed my hand. "I won't let you suffer one more minute for me. I am fine already Love."
I tried to slip my wrist out of his firm hands, but his hold was too strong on mine.
He started walking very fast with my hand in his so I had to keep up with his pace.
We ran down the stairs to the first floor Scar eager to leave.
"Scar what do you think you are doing? " I asked bemused. He didn't answer, he spun me around so that I faced him.
Then he took my hand in his as we continued down the huge walk way on the ground floor.
"Are we running away from the hospital?" I was now jogging to keep up with his pace. "We can't do that you haven't received proper medication! Scar!" I yelled, trying to stop him.
A thin fair nurse ran out of one of the wards holding a syringe. When she saw us running she started yelling at us to stop.
"Hey.. !Sir where are you going?.... Sir.. Your drugs.. You are not fit to leave! Security! He has not been discharged stop him!"
Her screechy voice echoed in the hallway causing all eyes to settle on us now. Luckily we were going through the back door so we didn't meet much people except nurses.
"Sir you are supposed to be resting...where are you going?!" Another nurse shouted, joining the other.
"Scar! Lets go back." I reasoned. I fought to pull my hand away from his again but he still wasn't relenting.
"Just come with me love please!" He grinned, locking eyes with me.
For a brief moment we just stopped moving, as we got lost in each other gaze.
When the nurses saw that we didn't plan on stopping they started running to catch up with us.
They were almost closing in on us and for some reason I no longer wanted them to stop us from leaving.
I had never seen Scar act so free. I wanted to see the end of it especially after that Doctor had pissed him off.
I wanted him to be happy forever like this even though this was insane.
"Run!" Scar laughed, when the nurses almost closed in on us.
I chuckled at how happy he looked about something so mundane and childish. This time I found myself wanting to indulge in his craziness so much so It became my insanity too.
He held my hands tighter as we laughed and ran out of the clinic enjoying the little things that mattered such as running away from fair nurses.
It was such a stupid thing to do. So stupid yet I found so much joy in it. It was unbelievable how alive I felt. Convincing me more that death would be a life without Scar in it.