Zain opened his mouth in shock.
"Was it...?"
"Yes," she whispered bitterly
"So this is my fault?"
"No!!!" Kristen made a grab for Zains hand, "Leave it, don't make this worse. Let Paul deal with it,"
"So you want me to just sit here?"
"Stay with me, please Zain, i need you," Kristen had never said those words before. I need you. It was so new. To feel dependant on someone else. So different. So difficult.
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A week later Zain was leaning against the bed rest dozing slighty. Kristen was curled into his chest. The day before the wires had been removed from her and today if all went well she was being discharged.
With a small moan Kristen pulled herself up him, wrapping her arms around his kneck she straddeled him and began kissing first his kneck and then his lips passionately. Zain was wide awake and responding in an instant.
"Well looks like your better," the nurse smiled at the pair cheerfully.
The information that Kristen was being disharged wasn't exactly secret. The police knew it, obviously, Paul knew it and other corrispondances of Kristen and Paul knew it.
All week Paul had strived on getting the man who hospitilized Kristen. However he was in hiding.
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"Come round to mine," Zain pleaded draggin Kristen's hand as they left the hospital.
"Zain i've just got out,"
"Come on gorgous, exactly haven't you missed the activities???"
"You said you had 'paperwork'!"
"Can't you help?"
"I guess," she smiled sdeuctively, " i could sharpen your pencil,"
"Or play with my rubber," Zain added
The gun shot that follwed ripped apart the atmosphere. Kristen fell instantly dead. LIfeless. The man sheaved his gun. And...waved at Zain.
Louis Drake.