Courtney's feet took her as fast as she could down the hallway. Her heels slid on the tile floor when she stopped short, almost passing the room she had been directed to. She was nearly out of breath when she opened the door.

"Princess!" She was greeted excitedly. Courtney looked incredulously at Duncan. He was laying in a hospital bed with a big smile on his face, as if everything about this situation was normal. Courtney sighed in relief that he was indeed not dying but her anger flared in the place of her previous concern.

Courtney walked over to the bed and put her hands on her hips.

"Are you going to live?"

"Yeah, it's just a few scrapes and bruises, why?" Courtney punched him square in the arm causing him to recoil and clutch his arm in pain.

"What the fuck Courtney?" Duncan yelped.

"Why did I get a call saying that you got into a motorcycle accident and were in the emergency room?" He was about to divulge the details of said accident and that black ice can be really tricky when he realized what she meant.

"Because you're my emergency contact?" He stated obviously.

"Why am I your emergency contact?"

"Uh... well you're the most responsible person I know and I didn't want my mom freaking out over nothing."

"Duncan we haven't dated in eight years!" Courtney pointed out to him in case he forgot.

"So? I did it when I was eighteen and never changed it." Courtney was livid and took it out by continually punching Duncan in the arm.

"Ow, ow, ow!" He yelled and grabbed her arms. "Stop hitting me!"

Courtney yanked her arms away and sat on the edge of the hospital bed and rubbed her temples. He was unbelievable. A corner of Duncan's mouth turned down, she had been worried, she wouldn't have reacted this way if she wasn't. Even if they hadn't been together in years, he knew her inside out.

"You look really nice..." He offered, trying to make conversation and change the subject.

"I was at a company party."

"Oh... sorry..."

"It's fine, it was boring anyway." Now that the urgency had worn off, the awkward feeling from not being in the same room with each other for so long had settled in. The only contact that they had was from when Courtney had liked his Instagram photo a few months back, which reminded her that he had never given any sign that he saw or cared. Suddenly she felt like a real idiot.

"I should go." Courtney was almost out the door but Duncan stopped her.

"Why did you like my picture?" There it was, she hoped that she would leave without it being brought up. She kept her back turned to him as she tried to give him a quick answer that would satisfy enough.

"It was a nice picture...no big deal." She shrugged. Duncan was disappointed. He hadn't stopped thinking about it since it happened. As soon as he saw it his first instinct was to message her, or even call her because he missed her voice, but didn't she still hate him? He couldn't find the right words to break the ice then, but now she was right in front of him and he wasn't going to let her slip away again without at least getting answers.

"Are you sure?" He challenged. Courtney contemplated her options, she could say yes and leave, and try to ignore the what if's for the rest of her life, or...

Courtney turned around and made her way back to the hospital bed. When she didn't say anything Duncan looked at her questioningly. Gently she touched the tip of her finger to his bicep where his heart tattoo resided. Duncan shivered at her feather light touch and tried to play it cool.

"Oh that? I have so many it's not noticeable so-" Courtney ignored his lame excuse and slipped off her coat. Underneath she wore a short sleeve dress. She extended her arm out next to his, their matching hearts side by side.

"That's why..." Courtney said, cutting him off.

Duncan looked down at the red ink on her skin, then up to her face, then back down again.

He broke his fixated gaze to reach up and kiss her. His hand gently wrapped around the back of her neck as her shock wore off and she relaxed into it. When he pulled away he was grinning from ear to ear.

"You still love me." He taunted in a singsong voice as if they were children.

"No I don't!" Her eyes widened, "I mean... I don't know!" Duncan chuckled at her frustration, he missed this.

"Admit it princess, you still love me!"

"I do not!"

"I think you do." Courtney puffed out air and rested her forehead against Duncan's.

"Maybe..." She whispered. Duncan shook his head and snuck in another kiss.

"I can work with maybe."