Nora POV
After two lazy days and a shopping trip (We didn't have luggage, which included clothes. Patch thought I'd be fine without clothes, but I on the other hand was not.), we were headed back home. I hadn't gotten much sleep either between those days because Patch kept me up. Every time I lay down, he'd lay next to me. Just his presence was a distraction; I could feel his charcoal eyes staring at me; his sexy, sly grin that was always on his face made my heart does a little flip.
It was late afternoon, warm colors painted the sky as we landed in the Portland International Airport. Most of the plane ride I just dozed on and off; my head resting on Patch's strong, warm shoulder. I couldn't bring myself to talk to him, so my sleep included mostly sulking. With Vee just married, I started to wonder if we would ever get married. I hadn't brought it up though because Patch? Getting married? It was laughable. He had a reputation to uphold. So I let it go and didn't bring it up.
It felt like a blur, getting off the plane, just passing through customs, heading through security. I didn't snap out of my daze until the security guard yelled for me to pass through the metal detector. Patch had gone through just in front of me. He grabbed my back from the conveyer belt and waited by a light gray wall. His gaze met mine, he rose and eyebrow.
The security guard waved me through to pat me down. I raised my arms. He started at my jean jacket and went down from there. I looked back at Patch who was staring at him like a hawk; ready to strike at any moment. I smiled at Patch. His overprotective nature was in a way.. sexy. The guard motioned me to move on. I strut over to Patch and put my hands around his neck. He took the opportunity to put his hands on my hips and pull me closer.
His eyes narrowed, "mmm Angel… I wish I could trade places with that guard."
"Jealous Patch? Of a human? For shame."
He let out a deep chuckle that sent shivers down my spine. "We've got an hour before our flight…"
"Food! I'm starved." He chuckled again. "Just because some of us don't eat, doesn't mean I'm skipping out on another meal."
I pulled back first. "I'll be back." I said grabbing my bag from next to him and pulling it on my shoulder. I started down the hall towards the food court. Everything had a long line due to the business of the airport. I settled with McDonalds, Greasy yet simple and cheap. I took my place in line. The line moved extremely slowly. After a long, agonizing minute, I took a step forward. I let out a long sigh. My stomach continued to remind me that I haven't eaten today and it was nearly 4.
A deep voice behind me chuckled. I turned to see a guy a little above average height with brown curly hair that set right above his bright blue eyes. His gaze met mine for a moment. He held it, studying me. After a few seconds, he smiled showing bright white teeth that should have a warning sign on them saying "May cause blindness." I tore my eyes away and turned back to the front of the line that has gone nowhere. I let out another sigh. I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned.
The guy with bright blue eyes was smiling at me. "I'm Blake."
"Nora." I honestly wasn't in the mood to talk. I was starving and a girl can regret saying and doing things when she's this hungry.
His smiled widened. "A beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He said with a flirty tone. Oh please god no. I felt a pounding behind my eye start. There was nothing wrong with the guy; I was just being a bitch.
"Sorry I'm not-" The words got caught in my throat. Blake gave me a confusing look. I met his eyes for a second, but they blurred. He had two eyes, then four.. I felt myself swaying. I couldn't hold myself still.
"Are you okay?" He said his voice thick with concern.
He opened his mouth to say something, but before I knew it, the ground swayed and I felt the cold tile on my cheek. I must have blacked out because the next thing I knew I was waking up in Blake's arms. I heard him talking to me and muttered voices around us.
"Nora? Nora? Can you hear me?" He paused. "Say something."
My eyes fluttered opened. Everything blurred then came into place. Blake let out a sigh then a shaky laugh.
"Some paramedics are on their way. Are you okay? What happened?"
Patch? I said shakily through my mind, searching for him.
Angel, I'm here. I looked left to see him pushing through the crowd. A thick frown on his face. He glanced at me to Blake. He eyed Blake with something in his eyes. Irritation? Jealousy?
Continuing to eye Blake, he said, "I've got her." Blake frowned, but nodded handing me to Patch.
"I'm fine." I tried sitting up, but the floor swayed. I felt the pounding in my head get worse. I held my head with my hand and groaned. I looked a Patch who raised an eyebrow. "really, I am. I haven't eaten today; I just need something to eat."
Two paramedics in navy uniforms pushed through the crowd. "Give her some space."
"I'm fine." I started to sit up; Patch put his arm around me to help me. My knees buckled in exhaustion. The paramedic frowned.
"I'm sorry, but we just need to take some safety precautions." One of the paramedics whose shirt said Nathan.
I nodded. The crowd had faded down by the time I got up and started toward the nurses' station. God I felt like I was in high school again. I didn't really walk though; mostly I leaned on Patch, he had his arm around me, steading me as we walked. But, it was hard to stay awake. I kept blacking in and out until I finally gave in..