Time Heals:

The florescent lights lit the halls, bounced off the plain white tiles and into her eyes. Her heart is beating hard against her chest a desperate, uneven pace. So much had happened in the past hour it was too much and time to think and calm down was what she needed I rationalized.

Sleep was soon added to the to-do list as well.

She collapsed into the hard bench in the hall outside the occupied emergency room. I tried to imagine what they might be doing to him; David had disappeared behind the door nearly a half hour ago.

She took off her glasses-that were already sliding dangerously down her nose- annoyed and glared at them. Her mouth set in a line and her eyebrows shifted together, up, her eyes unfocused, and acquired a shiny, glassy look. She was loosing it, and I can tell she was fighting the temptation of breaking down.

Lewis put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed reassuringly, "He'll be fine. He's David, the man who can't die." He had said, then she had relaxed and nodded.

By her face, she looked like she was still turning his words around in her head because she nodded a second time as if she really believed it and knew it was true.


She was combing her hair; I angled myself in the room so that she couldn't see me staring jealously through the mirror. Of coarse, there was much to stare jealously at, long, luxurious, luminous hair framing a blemish free face. A face with full lips, high cheekbones perfect nose and endless eyes surrounded by thick, coal lashes.

Not to mention her thin, curvaceous figure, I could see her long legs under the desk perfectly crossed. Her skin looked so smooth and soft, the perfect complexion, not too pale or dark to compliment the tone of her hair, which, did I mention, is the most gorgeous color.

I bet Julia could make rags look glamorous.

I noticed lately that instead of a pulled back professional look, she's been wearing her hair down more. Of coarse I would notice the smallest details, it's not like I have much of anything else to do these days. She seems to be different whenever she's around David, happier maybe. That's probably the reason behind her new style. Or that may just be my over active imagination.

She puts the brush down and inspects the ends of her tresses through her fingers they aren't split of coarse and she smiles softly at them. She runs her hands through her locks and it looks like she might be planning to put them into a ponytail, I frown, disappointed, I like it down.

Julia picks up her red hair tie, looks at it for a second the at the woman in the mirror then throws it back on the desk. She smoothes her hair back down and parts it to the side with her finger. "There." She murmurs smoothing her shirt until wrinkle free and stands. Putting her glasses back on and her crimson hair tie in her pocket, she examines herself in the mirror turning this way and that way.

Satisfied she turns and catches me staring. She smiles and says, "Good morning Mao."


The first person was Kai and the second point of view was Mao. Just a random drabble I thought of in the middle of the night. Please review.