I had a spare minute soo... Enjoy! :)
Flora's P.O.V
I was in hospital. I was in hospital. A crazy man had shot me in the leg and I was in hospital. I exhaled deeply; it was a lot to take in. Part of me wished that I had been knocked out or something instead, so I wouldn't remember the experience in such sharp detail... But I did remember it, I remembered the feeling of being so close to death that you can't think properly, your brain becomes a scramble of thoughts, your heart is pumping it's way out of your chest and all you can't focus, so instead of doing something smart like Laura might have done, you just squirm and wriggle and panic. Laura definitely wouldn't have done that... She'd stay dead still until the right moment to duck out of the tight grasp of a grisly man and punch him in the neck or something. God, I wished I could fight.
"y'know..." Came a voice from the corner. "I cold teach you to fight if you like." Clive was leaning against the door frame, and his wide brown orbs eyed me concernedly.
"I thought Laura was the expert on that?" I stared straight at the ceiling, trying not to make eye contact with him. If I was perfectly honest, I still didn't quite trust him. It's difficult to forget about being kidnapped.
"Don't tell her this, but I'm way better at it" he winked cockily. I smiled weakly, but didn't go as far to laugh at his (kind of sexist) joke. He sighed at my lack of response and sat down on the plush armchair next to my metal hospital bed. He ran his bony fingers through a mass of floppy, matted brown hair and stared straight into my glazed eyes. "This is all my fault, Isn't it?" he mumbled sadly. I opened my mouth to speak, but thought better of it. "If I hadn't asked you and the Professor for help, this never would have happened and you wouldn't be here. And you wouldn't have that awful bullet in your leg." You'd be surprised to know that bullets aren't often removed from the body. It just causes more problems than it solves, or so the surgeons told the Professor. So now I have an ugly purple scar in my leg and a hunk of metal stuck inside me. Get ready for every single shop alarm to go off when I walk by, I won't even be able to go to the airport without being harassed by the security. And yeah, I suppose it's kind of Clive's fault, but not much can be done about that.
"Y'know trouble tends to find us anyway..." I mutter, blinking slowly at the guilty faced man. "Maybe I'll take you up on that offer. When I get out of here maybe you can teach me how to throw a punch or two."
"Yeah." He smiled, he leaned back into the chair and let his eyelids flutter closed. "Maybe..." He exhaled deeply, and as the sweet breathe left his chapped and tired lips,any grudge I'd been holding against Clive Dove left me.
Well, I hope you liked that. I feel like Flora and Clive have accepted Clive's mistakes and now they can both just move on...