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Chapter Twenty Three
Kevin paced anxiously back and forth along the corridor.
"Kevin, please sit down; you're giving me a headache," Christine complained, rubbing circles over her temples with her fingertips.
"Why wouldn't she let me go in? If there was nothing wrong then she would have let me go in," Kevin insisted.
He did not do as Christine had requested but he did halt his pacing and leant back against the wall.
"I'm sure everything will be fine. No doubt that it's just a bit of a grisly at the moment. Dynasty probably doesn't want you to see that," Christine assured him.
"But-" Kevin began.
"'But' nothing. Kevin, these things always look worse than they are." She patted the seat beside her. "Now, will you please sit down."
Kevin huffed but nevertheless crossed the corridor. No sooner had he lowered himself into his seat beside Christine, the door to his left cracked open and Dynasty emerged with a tall, wiry looking doctor that Kevin knew as Doctor Harlowe.
"Okay then, if there are any changes just let me know." Dr. Harlowe placed a veined hand on Dynasty's shoulder. "I'll see you next time, Dynasty."
Dynasty smiled graciously.
"Thanks," she said quickly as Dr. Harlowe retreated down the corridor, pausing briefly to talk to a waving nurse.
Kevin inspected the gauzy bandages that wound tightly around Dynasty's waist, exposed by the white lace crop that she had insisted on wearing to fight of the summer heat.
Dynasty raised an eyebrow at Kevin as he trailed his eyes over the large square dressing that protruded from the edges of the bandages.
"Kev, will you give up. It's not like you can see through them," Dynasty snapped, falling into step with Christine as she began to make her way towards the ward exit.
Kevin sighed, exasperated by Dynasty's ambivalence, and jogged hastily after the fleeing women.
"No. They said they'd tell me if they had any idea where he is," Dynasty was explaining to Christine as Kevin reached them.
He slid his hand into Dynasty's and kissed her cheek affectionately when she threaded her fingers through his.
"Well, I'm sure he'll turn up," Christine assured Dynasty brightly, placing a consoling hand on her shoulder as Dr. Harlowe had only moments ago.
Dynasty however shrugged away from her touch, slipping her arm through Kevin's.
"No offence, Miss, but Steve-O's not an old lost fiver. He's not just going to 'turn up' in my coat pocket, is he?" she barked in an agitated voice.
She halted abruptly, dragging Kevin to a stop beside her.
"Dynasty, she didn't mean-"
"No, nobody does, do they? I'm sick of everyone trying to pad around me like I don't know what's going on. I'm the one who got raped. I'm the one who got shot. And I know Steve-O better than anybody," Dynasty interrupted.
Dynasty's long, recently manicured nails dug gently into Kevin's arm through his shirt.
"Look, we're going to get the bus back to the school house," Dynasty stated simple, gesturing to herself and Kevin.
"Dynasty..." Christine began but Dynasty was already marching away, her tangled waves blowing our behind her.
She pulled Kevin silently down two more corridors before they were drowned in golden sunlight as Dynasty burst through the sliding doors into the car park.
She dragged in three shuddering breaths to dissipate the raging fury inside of her.
"Dyn," Kevin murmured to draw her attention to him.
He unfurled himself from Dynasty's grasp and graced his hands down her arms. Dynasty curled her fingers around Kevin's and bit her lip guiltily.
"She'll get over it," Kevin promised her, reading the fiery frustration mingle with remorse in Dynasty's eyes.
Dynasty nodded and wandered in the direction of the road with Kevin at her side. As they walked the short distance to the bus stop, Kevin attempted to distract Dynasty from her melancholy. Eventually, once he had earned himself a half giggle and a playful slap, he broached the issue that had been hanging between them for weeks.
"Dynasty?"
Kevin drew her gently into the empty bus shelter and snaked his arms around her hips, carefully avoiding her freshly dressed stomach. Since exiting the hospital, the soft summer breeze had turned cool and Kevin had help Dynasty shrug into his jacket, hiding the bandages from curious and pitiful eyes. In doing this, Kevin noticed that, from afar, Dynasty appeared no less damaged than those around her.
"I don't care; you know that, don't you?" Kevin asked earnestly, his eyes burning intensely.
Dynasty shrugged, averting her gaze to hide the sickening shame in her eyes.
"About what?" Dynasty murmured, her voice more feeble than she had hoped it would be.
"You know what. They're just scars; scars that you wouldn't have if it wasn't for me," Kevin choked.
He was surprised by the emotion that built quickly in his chest and made his throat clench uncomfortably.
Dynasty gasped softly as she soaked in Kevin's broken expression.
"No," she whispered, winding her arms around Kevin's neck and burying her face in his shirt. "It's Steve-O's fault and only his. I've accepted that, now you have to too," Dynasty mumbled against Kevin's shoulder.
Kevin laughed through the tears that he held back.
"'Too-too,'" he chuckled, his lips brushing Dynasty's ear as he embraced her tighter.
"Oh, shut up," Dynasty exclaimed, pulling away far enough to capture his lips, closing her eyes to the setting sun and the long awaited bus that passed them by.
