1 Care
"How long can we stay here like this?" She wonders out loud, tapping her foot nervously, but silently, as if bomb would go off if she made too much noise. Which it probably would.
He presses her tighter up against the wall, gently, like a protector, and quickly dashed around the corner into the darkness.
"John! No!"
A loud bang is heard, followed by a strangled cry. She doesn't know if it's his or hers, but she runs after him anyway.
When she finds him, he's lying in all the rubble, the remains of an entire wall.
'So there was a bomb, after all,' is her insane, fleeting thought as she falls to the ground next to him, bruising her knees.
But he's only nursing a few small cuts and a broken leg, and she could cry, as he opens his eyes slowly and says, "I'm fine Liv, you don't need to worry."
"But I do!" She wants to scream at him. She wants to hug him and kiss him, heal all his wounds on her own.
And it's only because she cares.
