"You know what they should get up here?" Michael grinned, pointing towards the televisionset in the infirmary. She shook her head, wondering what amazing plan he had come up with this time.
She hid the smile that was threatening to come out and stated blankly, and with as myuch sarcasm as she could muster : "Tell me, Michael, I am dying to know."
He silently added 'sarcasm' to her list of favorite states of mind, right next to cynical and 'realistic' as she calls it. But he swore to himself that he would get her to add 'optimistic'. That's when he got that smug look on his face, the one she knew predicted something. Something good to come.
"A DVD-thing."
"Huh." She scribbled a few notes down on her medical papers and looked up at him with a hidden twinkle in her eyes. " And – why exactly?"
He shrugged. "Don't you get tired of watching the news all the time?"
" You're right. It's so exhausting I hardly stay upright." She laughed that little laugh of hers, that would always make him feel fuzzy. Good fuzzy.
Brushing the hair out of her eyes, she raised them to his, with a look similar to the one he'd been wairing only a minute ago. "So, what if I got them to put a DVD-thingy, as you so eloquently put it, in the infirmary...Which movie would we play?"
His eyes widened and he gripped his heart. "Sara, trying to make conversation? Is the world really coming to an end?" He skittishly looked around and she snorted.
"Okay. Then we won't talk. It's fine with me, I'll just keep sticking needles in you without ever saying a word or knowing anything about you..." He raised his eyebrow, in that cute little way of his.
"Are you saying you want to?"
"Want to ... what?"
"Get to know me." She blushed but kept quiet, rolling her lips into her mouth.
"I'm just saying it might be nice if I ... knew some stuff." Inside, he was screaming for joy at her words, but years and years of growing up in a crap-highschool taught you a lot about keeping appearances.
"Like?"
"Favorite movie of all time."
He laughed. "You're going to see more to it."
"How could I? What is it? I promise I won't laugh or something."
He looked at a random spot on his tattoo and brushed his fingers over it, before moving them so he was brushing her hand, that lay still in his lap. "I have two, actually. Shawshank Redemption...and..."
"Wait a minute..."she frowned. "Isn't that the one about a guy breaking out of prison?" He looked guilty.
"See – I knew you were going to say that. It's just a great movie! You seen it?" His eyes sparkled as he talked about the movie he used to watch over and over again, in another life, outside of these walls. She shook her head, marveling about the thing that had made a light go on in his eyes.
He pulled his bottomlip into his mouth and bit it. "You should."
"Yeah. And the other one?"
He looked up, but kept tracing patterns on the palm of her hand. "What other one?"
"The other movie..." She added anxiously. "The other favorite one?"
He stopped with the patterns and she instantly regretted the loss of it. However, the sight of him biting his fingernails was so darn cute, she almost found it worth it. Almost. "Uhm."
"Michael – come on! I really won't laugh."
"Ah – fine!" He hid his face in his hands and pressed his palms to his closed eyelids. "Hmad bund."
"What?"
"Sara!"
She laughed and pulled his hands from his face. He groaned. " HOMEWARD BOUND, OKAY!" He yelled desperately.
She just stared at him. "Get – out!"
"Okay..." He stood up, ready to hit himself in the head. Why did he tell her? Why !
"No – no, Michael!" She giggled. "It wasn't an order, it was an er – exclamation of surprise. But a good one." She blushed. "To tell you the truth, I love that movie."
He looked up with a small frown on his handsome features. "You do?"
She nodded her head and huffed a laugh. "Yeah. I love Chance. Oh – and I always cry when Peter thinks Shadow's dead..."
"Hey – what about the part when Shadow falls and can't move anymore? Now thát, is what I call SAD."
"I know!"
The grinned at eachother and then all of a sudden their grins faded, while a romantic tension took over the room. Staring in eachothers eyes, they dared the other to break away, hoping they wouldn't.
"Doc?"
Sara hurriedly tore her eyes away and cleared her throat so sound could come out. "Yes?"
"Uhm – you're next patient's here."
"Yes, thank you. I'll be ready in a minute."
She rolled Michaels sleeve down. "Tune in tomorrow, Michael!"
He grinned. "Later, Sara. And watch that movie!"
: Sara's place :
It was one am and she had just finished The Shawshank redemption, not being able to tear her eyes away from the screen before she finished it.
Michael.
Everywhere she saw him. In every scene, every face, ever word spoken. It was him, haunting the movie. Smiling, she pictured him sitting on his cellbed watching the very same movie.
Her face fell when she came to the realisation that if the roles would be reversed – he would be her Zihuatanejo.
Oh.