I woke before Brad the very next day, my stomach growling the second I tried to drift back to sleep. With a sigh, I left Brad's room in search of breakfast, which ended up consisting of a glass of orange juice and an apple. A little disappointing but the ZDC did have a lot of survivors to feed so it would have to do until we were free to leave.
Finishing my meal I waited for Brad to wake up, glancing down at my clothes. That was when the smell of dried blood and rancid meat hit me and I cringed.
"Okay, maybe I should take a shower first because I smell really bad. I'm surprised Brad put up with me for this long." I muttered to myself, cringing from the smell of blood and sweat. It took me a while to find the bathroom, a little longer to find a clean pair of clothes that didn't look too loose on me. I returned to the bathroom only to find it already occupied, someone very familiar with their back facing me and their shirt off.
"Is someone there?" Brad called out, turning his head and I blinked cheeks burning at the sight of the former ZDC agent in just his boxers. "Oh...hey." He muttered as I stared at him, eyes wide.
"S..sorry! I didn't mean to...I was going to take a shower and I didn't think to knock!" I blabbed, backing up towards the door as Brad stared back. After the longest minute of my life he started walking towards me and I moved back further until my back hit the door. "I should probably go now." I mumbled, feeling my heart beating faster the closer Brad moved until he was standing slightly over me.
"Bridget." Brad whispered, his hand reaching around my head. At the same time his mouth moved to mine, his lips brushing mine. Once the shock wore off I started to kiss him back feeling his palm pressing against the back of my neck. After a slight hesitation I opened my mouth a little, just to see Brad's reaction then I groaned into his mouth when Brad's tongue slipped into mine. We came up air after what felt like a full minute, a tiny smile on his lips.
"You were more interested in that black box and that made me think...you were sick of me. I mean we spent days trapped in Los Perdidos and I thought that now we're safe you wouldn't have an reason to see me again." I explained, eyes welling. "I lost the only two people who gave a crap about me and when you stopped talking to me...I thought maybe I should have let the virus kill me. Then I wouldn't have to feel anything." I whispered, swallowing the lump in my throat.
"Don't you dare say that, Bridget!" Brad shouted, instantly regretting it when he saw me flinch. Before I could stop them I could feel tears leaking from my eyes and he frowned. "Hey I didn't mean to..."
"Then why make me feel even worse? Enjoy your shower, 'Agent' Park." I snapped, shoving past him as I headed towards the bathroom door. I made it to my bedroom just as I started to sob, shutting the door before I leant against it. Sliding to the floor I buried my face in my hands, crying out for my dead parents.
It seemed like hours before I woke, finding myself curled on the floor of my makeshift bedroom.
"Huh...what am I doing here?" I mumbled, rubbing at my eyes as I struggled to work out why I had been sleeping on the floor. After spending a full minute racking my brain I climbed to my feet, rubbing my aching legs as I tried to decide what to do next. My stomach decided that for me and I growled back at it, not wanting to venture from the safety of my room.
I am not going out there. Not after Brad shouted at me, made me think I was an idiot.
But I couldn't handle being stuck inside, hungry and now thirsty. Finally I opened the door, tensing in the doorway before I started for the kitchen. Finding the kitchen empty of people I quickly grabbed a can of soda before I grabbed the fridge door, opening it as quietly as possible. Not quietly enough apparently as I shoved it closed after getting my hands on a sandwich wrapped in tinfoil.
"Bridget." A voice said behind me and I yelped, dropping the sandwich on the floor before I spun around to find Brad holding his hands up. "Calm down."
"Will you stop sneaking up on me?" I growled, bending to retrieve it as Brad watched on, grimacing when I started to unwrap the tinfoil. "Three second rule." I said, eating the sandwich in front of Brad. Ignoring him for the moment I scrunched the tinfoil into a ball, lobbing it into a bin.
"That doesn't actually...never mind. Look I just came to talk." Brad explained, following at my heels as I started to walk back to my room. "Will you slow down?"
"Why would I do that? So you can yell at me again?" I asked, crossing the hall to my room. Behind me I heard a frustrated growl and I grinned, slightly happy at making the ZDC agent mad.
"I didn't mean to yell at you. You kept saying you wanted to kill yourself and I lost it." Brad answered as we reached my room and I spun around, glaring at him.
"I didn't say that! Stop putting words in my mouth, Brad." I snapped, gripping the doorknob so tightly my knuckles turned white. "Look, all I said was I should have let the virus kill me. That meant I wouldn't take Zombrex. I mean, what's the point when everyone who cares about you is dead?" I whispered, biting my lip. Pulling the door open I started to walk through the doorway only to felt a hand reach out, gripping my shoulder. "What?"
"I care, Bridget." Brad muttered, pushing me through the door before he shut it behind him.