"...Your kidding, right?"
Kia rolled her eyes. The girl had said that about fifty times.
"Courtney. I see no point in lying to you about who saved you. Credit should be given where credit is do." Kia stated, crossing her arms over her chest. She couldn't help but feel annoyed. Why couldnt Courtney accept who saved her?
'After what happened in the Mess Hall? You are seriously asking yourself that question?' A small voice in the back of her mind exclaimed, causing Kia to unconsciously nod. She had forgotten about this morning.
"Why would he do that?" Kia had to strain her ears at the CIT's softly whispered question. She watched as Courtney hugged her legs to her chest, and stared at Duncan's sleeping figure.
Kia gave the girl a sad smile. She could see the storm of confusion roaring in her eyes, as she hugged herself tighter.
Kia shook her head, turning to the door. "You'll just have to ask him when he wakes up." It wasn't her place to answer Courtney's question. Even if she knew the answer.
It was Duncan's place to tell her.
With that thought in mind, Kia slowly exited the tent.
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Innocent.
That how he looked. He looked so innocent laying in the chair.
Courtney couldn't help but hug herself as she watched him shift his head, mumbling her name.
'I hate you! Why! Why did you save me! When I know you hate me just as much!' The questioned screamed in her mind, as she began to shake.
Courtney closed her eyes. "Stupid jerk!" Courtney mumbled, burying her face into her knees, as she felt the tears she had tried to hold back, fall unchecked from her eyes and onto her covers.
"Shouldn't you be laying down?" Courtney felt her heart skip a beat, as her head shot up, before her eyes met familiar metalic blue ones. "Well?" He asked, sitting up straighter.
She felt her words catch in her throat, as he stretched his arms, before popping his back. "Shouldn't you be off robbing some poor old lady." Mental slap! Why had she said that?
An amused smile crossed Duncan's face. "At least I know you didn't suffer memory lose from that fall. You still have a mouth on you." He chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
An awkward silence fell between the two. Courtney could feel her heart and mind racing with questions.
"Why?" It had just slipped out. She wanted to know why he would save her. Especially after this morning's...incodent.
Duncan said nothing. Nor did he look at her. He stared aimlessly at the end of her bed, with his face expressionless. It made her feel uneasy, seeing him like this. She wasn't familiar with this Duncan. This Duncan, though still retaining his "charm", was calm, serious, and almost frightening.
"Did you want me to let you die?" His remark caused her to jump. His voice had been low, and his eyes now bore into her. She could feel his intense glare, as he waited for her answer.
"Ive watched too many people I care about, die right in front of me. I wasn't-I wasn't about to lose you..." Duncan murmured, looking away from her, as her body sagged in confusion and disbelief.
He didn't want her to die. He didn't want to see someone he cared about...to die.
Before she could stop herself, Courtney slowly removed her covers, slowly brought her legs to the side of the bed, and wrapped her arms around Duncan's neck, pulling him towards her. She felt him stiffen from her touch, as she whispered to him.
"Thank-you Duncan."
