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"Crap crap crap. Holy frickin' crap."
Nell was sat on the side of the bed, repeatedly cursing and running her fingers through her hair.
"Damn…"
Eric was still pale from shock. He tried to pull himself together slightly and reached for his glasses from the nightstand, fumbling to put them on.
She kept twisting her fingers through the flicks in her fringe. It was just something she did when she was nervous – or used to do. The last time she had felt as though she needed to do it was in her first day of high school. Urgh, it always left her looking like a hedgehog… She stopped and pushed the red, now curled strands behind her ear, then returned to swearing intensely at herself.
Eric pushed the bridge of his glasses back slightly so that they wouldn't fall down his face. He blinked to focus through the corrective lenses, then looked back up at Nell. His face went white for a second time when he saw what had been hidden behind the hair she had just moved.
"Oh my god, Nell, your head…"
"Huh?"
She snapped back to reality and turned to face him again.
"What did you say?"
"Y-your head…"
Confused, she moved her fingers to the left of the spot where she had been twisting her hair. Feeling something sticky, she instinctively yanked her hand away and looked down at her palm.
"Oh my god."
Her fingertips were covered in blood.
"Freaking hell!"
Eric grabbed some tissues from the nightstand instantly and began to lean towards her.
"Are you alright?"
She stared at the red substance for a few moments before she realised he was speaking to her again.
*Answer him, idiot.*
"Uh, yeah… I think it's just… just a scratch."
He glared at her over the rim of his glasses.
"Let me see."
"Eric, I'm fine, really…"
"Nell."
The same glare.
She bit her lip, then shifted forwards again slightly. He began dabbing the blood with a tissue. Wincing a bit, she closed her eyes.
*That stings…*
She tried to think of something else to get her mind off of the pain. Maybe she should try to remember last night…
How could it be that both of them didn't remember anything? Either they were drugged, had way too much to drink or something else happened to make them forget…
"Oh god Nell... You should really get that checked out."
*Damn. Reality.*
She opened her bright green eyes. Eric looked genuinely concerned about the wound. She began to nod in agreement to his recommendation, but as her head tilted downwards something caught her attention.
"Oh my god."
"What?"
*Crap.*
"Err… You're not wearing a shirt."
He turned completely red and grabbed the sheets, pulling them up to cover it.
"Umm…"
*This is awkward…*
"Erm…"
There was a loud banging on the door.
Eric's jaw dropped.
"Freaking hell."
"Eric, we're coming in…"
Nell went from a bright shade of red to white. She knew that voice. Both of them did.
"Is that Callen?"
The following footsteps almost confirmed it.
The techs froze.
The door opened.
Their eyes met.
The explaining started.
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