I was still lying in bed and couldn't fall asleep. I was scared of what my father had said in that nightmare I should say. I got out the bed, placed a gentle kiss on Damon's forehead, and quietly walked out. I knew where the cafeteria was and it was always open. I walked in and it was cold. But not as cold as the LAB. I walked up to the man who was the one who must givec the food. He smiled and leaned on the edge.
"Aren't you suppose to be in bed?," he whispered nicely.
"Bad dream and I'm starving," I responded.
"What would you like?," he asked.
"Do you have a caesar salad?," I shrugged.
"Yes wait one minute," he walked into the kitchen.
I slipped into his thoughts and listened. He was thinking:
What a sweet girl. She seems so innocdent. Why would she be in the hospital? It's none of my business. I hate it when my curiousity gets the best of me.
I pulled out and blushed. He came back with my caesar salad and a bottle of water. I said thanks and walked to my room. I saw a lot of doctors were awake and helping new paitents. I tripped and dropped my salad and water.My salad was closed so it didn't spill luckily. Someone helped me up and gave me my water and salad. I looked to see who it was and I really just wanted to run.
It was Ian. How the heck did he find me? I backed away slowly, but he didn't try to do anything. He looked sorrowful. I stopped and he looked at me. I walked up to him slowly, but cautiously.
"Ian, how did you find me?," I asked.
"That's not important," he said.
I put my salad under my arm and dragged Ian to my room. When I walked in I dragged him to the bathroom just in case Damon woke up. I locked it and set my salad and water down.
"What are you doing here?," I asked.
"Your father has gone mad and when I saw him point the gun at you I actually cared for you," he said.
"And you came here because...," I crossed my arms.
"Because I used to live in Atlanta as a doctor so I came back," he said.
"Where's my father?," I asked.
"Hunting you down," he said folding his arms.
"Are you going to tell him I'm here?," I asked.
"No," he said, "And why are you here?"
"Because I'm living with some old friends of mine," I answered.
"How did you end up in the hospital?," he looked confused.
"We went to dinner and some hunters shot me," I gently touched my stomach.
"Anna?," Damon asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"Who's in there with you?," he asked.
"No one," I bit my lip.
He turned the knob with force and the lock came undone. He opened the door and saw me there standing with Ian. Damon had anger and shock written across his face. He knew who Ian was and what he looked like because he saw him before. Ian walked past Damon and out of my room closing the door. Damon walked in and held me head up. I tried to look down, but couldn't.
"What was he doing here?," he asked.
"Long story," I said.
"Plenty of time," he smiled.
I sighed and looked down flustered at the moment. Damon was getting angry with me. I pushed him away from me. And slammed the bathroom door. I slid down it and was begining to cry. I'm surprised I haven't run out of tears. I heard Damon run out of the room. I got up slowly afraid that he faked leaving the room. I opened the door and he was gone. I sighed and looked around the room. I saw my heels were by the foot of the hospital bed. I picked them up and walked out the room. I wasn't hungry anmore and left my salad and water in bathroom.
When I walked out Krystal was walking towards my room. She had some clothes for me and my ballet flats. I jumped with joy as Krystal came up to me.
"I'd thought you'd like clothes instead of that revealing hospital gown," she laughed.
I pulled her into the room and locked the door. Her tail had to be hidden for now because hospital doctors are insane with creepy things like genetically enhansed kids. I slipped in the black skinny jeans and the black tank top. Then I put the long sleeve white shirt on. I took my ballet flats and Krystal took my heels. I put on my flats and ran my fingers threw my hair. Krystal smiled and we walked out.
"Why was Damon looking so furious?," she asked.
"I don't know," I lied.
"I know you're lying," she said, "I can sense it."
"Because... Ian's here," I said nervously.
"What?!," she shouted.
"It's fine he's a doctor not coming for me," I said
"Anna you can't trust him!," we walked out into the bright light.
"I didn't say I was going to trust him," I replied.
"Good," she sighed.
Damon wasleaning against his car waiting for me. Krystal walked over to her mom's car and got in. As soon as she got in they drove off. I sighed and walked up to Damon he still looked angry, but he looked more upset. He stood up straight and looked at me.
"Damon I'm really sorry about Ian," I said, "he told me my father was hunting for me."
"Well I just didn't want you to get hurt," he said.
"Damon I'm fine," I said walking up to him.
"Yeah except I'm the cause of that bullet hitting you," he wrapped his arms around me.
"Is that why you're so angry?," I wondered letting my head rest on his chest.
"Yeah," he answered as I felt one of his tears hit my cheek.
I smiled as he kissed the very top of my head. I always feel very safe in Damon's arms. He let his arms drop slowly gliding down my back and tickling my spine. I giggled and let go of him. Me wings were getting used to be hidden this long. Damon opened the passenger side door and I climbed in. He shut the door and walked to the other side and got in. He began to drive off and my stomach was growling as loud as an earthquake. Damon laughed at my hunger.
"Before we go home you wanna go get something to eat?," he asked.
"Yes," I feverishly nodded.
Damon pulled into a drive-threw; the drive-threw was burger king. Hopefully it was good. Usually I've heard fast food restaurants had really greasy food. I hate greasey things, but didn't care because I was starving.