The 2nd time Rhys woke up, Sasha wasn't in the room with him. Instead, he was greeted with another blessing : The smell of her cooking. (Yessss I could go for an egg sandwich) Rhys thought as he stood up and stretched. His headache was gone. (This morning's going way too good so far) he carefully considered as he exited his room. The chillout room was a mess. All 4 of their rooms connected to a single room, so they called it the chillout room. The TV wasn't the best, but a 30' flatscreen was alright. The kitchen wasn't technically a kitchen, since it was supposed to function as a mini-bar. The group didn't need anything special, a simple setup does the job.
Sasha was in the makeshift kitchen, sitting down on the wooden stool. She looked upset. He walked in and she greeted him with a sigh. "Hey Rhys..." she said. "Hey Sasha. Everything cool?" He asked. She sighed yet again and stood up to flip the sandwich. "You hungry?" "Of course! I love your sandwiches." He tried to cheer her up. She smiled for a split second and returned to the small stool. "I'll put another on." "Are you okay, Sasha?" "No.. not really. Can't lie." "I can talk.." Rhys was encouraging her to talk for nearly 10 minutes straight. She gave in. "Okay, fine. If you'll stop.. Fiona and Vaughn saw last night and they tried talking me out of getting too close with anyone." She said with a tint of sorrow. "Did they say why?" Rhys asked. He was shocked his other 2 friends would try to do something like this.
"They must still be adjusting from Pandora. They told me that's how you get hurt, is by getting bonds with people that will go easily." "But I won't go from you easily." Rhys guarenteed. "They mean dying, Rhys..." "I'm not going anytime soon." "Are you sure?" "I'm pretty sure not. I could live on your sandwiches if I had to." He tried to void away from the subject. "Yes Rhys, warship my sandwiches." "Fine, I will. Already am. How can you not-" "Rhys please stop talking about my sandwiches for a second." "Okayy. How's your side feeling?" "You know I almost forgot about that. It started to bleed during the night, so I went to the bathroom. That's when..." Sasha wrapped her arms around Rhys. "I don't care what they say. You know, they can't tell me what to do and feel like." "They didn't have to say that. I would probably be as upset as you."
Rhys looked down at her "You know, we've never been on a 'date'." "Fiona and Vaughn left somewhere, so we have the day..." Rhys knelt on a knee, grabbing Sasha's hand. "Would you be my date to a select random place of our choosing?" "Of course I will." She replied with a few giggles. "So now comes the time that we decide where to go..." "Somewhere we don't have to stretch a lot I guess." "The classic restaurant? Like the cartoons" "I hate classic. How about an arcade?" After some consideration, they agreed. "Alright, but let's try to not waste 100 dollars on a first person shooter games this time. Sasha shrugged and said "They're fun. What can I say." "But we could have had a pair of dice last time!" "Yeah but I had fun right?" "You did have fun. Let's get ready I guess."
Rhys finished his sandwich and waited about 2 minutes before hearing Sasha struggle around getting dressed. "Everything good?" He asked at her door. "Yeah yeah... If I could get this shirt on without my side flaming up." "Need somethin? I think we have bandages." "Yeah that would we great." Rhys went on a search, the bandage roll was under the sink. "Uh Rhys! I think I opened it again.." She called to him. (Dammit...) He thought as he made his way back to her door. "How bad is it? Still wanna go?" "Of course I want to go. It isn't that bad.. just come in Rhys. It's fine." Rhys walked in after a bit of a hesitation. She had a red hoodie on and was lifting it near the wound. "Could you put it on? I don't think I can." "Of course I will. He started on her right hip to the rib cage on her left, then back to her right side. "Wait what's gonna hold it u-" he said as it fell off. Sasha gave a few claps. "Well done.." "Isn't this stuff called medical tape? It doesn't even stick." "You need to tie it..." "I'll just tape it. That gonna be fine?" "Suuure. Can't tie a knot?" "Just look at my boot..."
Looking down, Sasha now just realized he didn't have shoe laces. "Oh my God! You can't tie your shoes! Ohh my God that is hilarious...!" "I never had to. Besides, shoes with laces always cost more." "Yeah alright. Just.. go get the tape. I'll hold it." Rhys got the tape and came back. Sasha was sitting on her bed. He sat next to her. "Where do you think Vaughn and Fiona went?" She asked. "Meh, that doesn't matter. What does matter is they took the car, I took a peek outside. We gotta walk." The arcade place was only a few blocks over anyways, but in Sasha's condition Rhys wasn't sure if it was a good idea. "That's fine. It's just... Do you think one of them likes one of us or something?" She asked with a sly smile. "Well that would probably explain what they told you. Still thinking they might tell me the same thing." She scooted closer to Rhys, so he grabbed her left side. "Wait, you knotted it didn't you?" "Well, yeah. I didn't want tape on me." "You could have told me. 30 seconds of my life wasted." He rested his head on hers. "You're short... you know. I don't mind it, but I find it pretty adorable." She blushed at this. "Yeah.. we should go." "Alright, maybe there's hardly anyone there." They stood and made their way to the door. She grabbed her sunglasses, he grabbed her free hand.