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Knock. Knock. Knock.
I hear the thudding of footfall and the door unlocking. "This better be-" Sam looked at me in shock. "What happened?" He moved out of the doorway, letting me walk in.
"I don't want to talk about it." I wiped my nose. "Can we please talk about it in the morning?"
He gave me a small nod. "Let's get you cleaned up." He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and led me to the bathroom.
For the first time since the fateful event, I saw my makeup-stained face, mascara smeared from the tears.
"Here," he said, handing me a wet rag. I nodded my thanks as he left.
As I wiped my face, the memories of the day flooded my eyes.
The gunshots, sirens, and the monitors.
Shaking my head, I attempted to collect the last bit of sanity that I had. He returned with a shirt and some shorts.
"These may be a little big but-"
"It'll be fine." I smiled. "Thanks."
"Your welcome." He crossed his arms and tilted his head to look at me. "You gonna be okay?"
I nodded. "I'll be fine." I glanced at him giving him a small smile.
He didn't necessarily believe me, but he nodded. "Guest room or couch?"
"Couch."
"You sure?" I nodded reassuringly. "Okay ...I'll go get a blanket." He pointed his thumb towards the hall and walked away.
I pulled off my jacket, setting it on the counter. I ran a hand through my brown locks and let out a shaky breath.
My hands rested on the counter, keeping my body from collapsing to the ground.
"What the-"
I popped my head up and saw Sam staring at my back. The scars on my back. He reached his hand to touch them but pulled back.
"It's okay," I said over my shoulder. "You can touch. It won't hurt me."
His fingers gently brushed over the wounds. "How?" His eyes looked at mine through the mirror.
"I got hurt on the job…." I replied. "A mission went sideways and….no one could stop it once it happened." I let out a shaky breath. "A part of my team got captured and they…forced them to hurt the rest of us. My fiancé….he…." I choked down a sob. "He did that."
Anger burned in his eyes. "He did what?"
"And to think, the scars aren't even the worst of it." I saw the tears lining our eyes. I turned my gaze away from him. "I know...They're ugly."
"No." He raised my chin to look at him. "Don't you ever think that."
My eyes flicked between his eyes and his lips. "I think I…."
No, no, no, Angie! Don't do this again.
I blinked away the thought. "It's late. I already woke you early enough."
"Yeah, early." He rubbed his neck. "See ya when it's light out."
"Yeah…."
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SAM POV
I walked down the hall to my room. My mind was reeling from what I heard.
Her boyfriend did that to her? Oh, when I get my hands on him...
And, ugly? Why did she think those scars were ugly? They make her even more beautiful.
Wait, BEAUTIFUL? Dammit, Wilson. You're just friends...right?
But the look she gave me. She looked like she wanted more than 'just friends.'
No! Get your head out of the clouds.
I shook the thoughts from my head and turned off the lights.
There's no way…
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ANGIE P.O.V.
BANG, BANG, BANG!
The shots ran through the spy as he collapsed to the ground.
"No!" I screamed as I rushed to his side .
I looked at my hands and saw them covered with blood…
Holding the gun.
I shot him! Me! This is all my fault.
"No, no, no…."
As I dreamt of the horror, I felt someone try to shake me awake.
'Angie, wake up. It's just a dream. Come on..."
"Nick!" I screamed, bolting up from my sleep.
"It's okay. It was just a dream," Sam whispered, pulling me into his arms.
I held tight to him."He's dead...he's dead...he's dead..."
"Who's dead?'
"I killed him, it's all my fault."
"Shhh.. It was just a dream. You're okay. "
After my sobs subsided, he got up to walk away. I sat up and grabbed his arm. "Please... Don't leave me..."
He sat down on the couch and I placed my pillow in his lap. I laid down and clung to his chest. My breaths began to even out as he rubbed his hand up and down my arm.
Soon, sleep consumed my body and I drifted off until dawn.
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