Unseen Wounds [Closed]

Hospitals suck.

The awful white walls, the stench of death, and the just the amount of people alone was enough to make Maria feel like she was going to gag. Not to mention how pushy the staff was! She didn't care if that shit was going to make her feel better, she'd rather be burned again than let that sin near her mouth if it wasn't her own. Granted, with how many people there were in the building, she could just sap some energy from some people and they wouldn't even notice, but even that seemed pretty foul. Besides, there were old people and kids here, just the thought of even trying to rob them of something that belong to these people made her feel sick. She was the problem.

Mimi sighed, this self pity wasn't helping her get better, wasn't there a saying that old wounds made new wounds worse, or something like that? Who knew, because she damn sure didn't. She twisted her body over to look at the wall next to her bed, noting the ugly yellow coloring for the sixtieth time today. Why was this so unattractive? They didn't give her a room with a view, even though she preferred it, but the sun's rays wouldn't help at all. There was also a TV, but who actually watches television any more? There's never anything good on.

But that wasn't really relevant, no, the issue right now was that her skin under these bandages itched like her and she wanted to tie her hair up so bad. The majority of the left side of the blonde's body was wrapped in bandages and it made her feel so...ugly. Her loose hair felt tangled and she wanted something strong to drink, maybe a seven shot expresso drink, or even alcohol. Even though she hated drinking, this time felt appropriate.

However, the sound of someone coming towards her door for the second time today made the girl go into battle mode, regardless of how very nonthreatening she looked. The damn nurses were coming back again for her, were they? She wasn't going down without a fight! Mimi practically bolted out of her bed, she was going to grab the guest chair as a weapon and use it as a shield. That usually made them rethink their attempt for the day. But that plan never actually came to fruition, because the moment she tried to jump out of bed, she twisted her ankle on the cold floor and hit her bandaged hip on the side of the bed. In Maria's defense, she just squeaked and rubbed her hip, after crawling back into the bed. Plan A was a failure, but Plan B just meant hiding under the blankets until they went away. She sat there for a good minute, back turned to the door and sitting on the middle of the bed, legs pulled to her chest because hospital gowns were absolute ass, until she heard a voice that sounded like....

"YOU!"

Maria bolted up from the bed, the hurt ankle meant nothing right now, and turned to find the offending blonde man himself at her door, Uriel Sancroix. The blonde woman squealed at the sight of him, but not in the good way, how dare so comfortable and put together while she looked like some road kill? She opted to hurl her blanket at him as she glared at him for his playful insult. What the hell was "hell in a hand basket" anyway? But that wasn't important! Him being the sun that put her here was the problem!

"I don't know what that means, but did you know I am going to kill you? LOOK AT ME! I look like, like...Fried Tofu! And that's so not hot!"

"Wh- I'm not a kid! Don't treat me that way!"

Maria squealed in protest and stomped her foot, glaring at the man's large approaching form. Normally, she'd have been scared shitless of someone that size walking at her like that, but in a place like this she wasn't particularly worried. Regardless, the pale woman sputtered in disbelief when Uriel finally did make it to her, and proceeded to casually wrap her in the blanket like a burrito. Was she a fried tofu burrito now?! How awful, to be an amazing and old woman like her, being treated like some doll. She squirmed in the sheet for a solid minute, rolling side to side, being dangerously close to falling off the bed is what made her just huff and accept her fate.

She would get revenge for this.

Maria turned her head, a little painfully, to gaze at the man who looked like he was close to breaking her nearby chair. She raised an eyebrow at him in question, but didn't dare to really laugh but she did bite her lip to hold it. He was asking a question and laughing in his face over his size would be rude. But to answer that...would be embarrassing. She shifted a bit uncomfortably in the burrito, looking bashful. "The hospital has been fine, I guess..?" It was a weird question to start out with, considering the why she was here. Was this his attempt at small talk? How odd, when he was the one possibly more hurt than her. Mimi didn't forget the look of his pained face in Africa, but if he didn't want to talk about it, then she wouldn't. For now. Awkwardly, the pale woman tried to continue their "small talk" despite being so lost with words.

"How are you? You...good?"

His response sent alarm signals in her head, what would he gain by lying about something he so obviously cared about? Maria felt her throat dry up as she gazed at him, bloody eyes staring at Uriel so intensely she could have been mistaken for being angry. But she wasn't angry, no, she was scared. Lying so casually was never a good sign, not when she was there and witnessed it herself. She could feel her fingers start to tremble beneath the sheet, she was being stupid again. How could she trust a man that just lied to her and doesn't even have the guts to look her in the eye. The silence felt deafening as her mind berated her, she felt as though she was having a heart attack with how much her heart constricted. Was this a mini panic attack?

Though his next set words of clarification was meant to pacify her, it didn't do much. His harsh way of speaking had her feeling sick and embarrassed. She'd let another unknown man sneak into her shell and make her feel hurt over a simple lie, how much more foolish could she be? But her gaze never strayed from his face, as if her eyes dared him to continue to be so treacherous, despite her insides feeling like she was going to fall apart. Maria could feel her eyes feeling wet but she dare not cry. Another half of her argued back that he could be telling the truth, that she was being too rash, not everyone was like Anton. Besides, what could he gain from lying to her? She wasn't anyone important. But that side was foolish, easy to fall and trust like a doe.

But that side was also her heart. And the heart was stupid, but it always wins.

"Oh. I'm sorry for your loss. I hear chocolate makes the grieving feel better."

Blinking rapidly, she felt a bit silly, offering a grown man chocolate because he might feel sad. Her hands still trembled but she couldn't be so rash, her heart says to the brain, she doesn't know the full story. So despite feeling like he was lying to her, like he didn't resect her enough, she gave him his space.

Excuses. Everything felt like such an excuse, his word of thanks felt hollow to her ears but she couldn't stop herself from drinking in her words. She didn't want him to be nice, that made it harder to hate him. Clenching her hands to stop them from shaking, Maria took deep breathes, finally turning her gaze away from the bigger blonde man. Having to trust someone despite barely understanding them didn't feel good, nor did it feel logical. Personally, she'd rather have the chocolates. Chocolates and coffee would feel like, amazing right now, would calm down her nerves. Another deep breathe, and a shuddering release.

"...And when I can learn to trust you completely, I will come back to you."

Mimi felt bad, almost like she was rejecting him, but she just couldn't, in the same way he couldn't be entirely honest with her. Not right now. She dared not let his sad voice hurt her kind heart. She dared not look and gaze upon his light for if she did, she knew she would fall. With as much strength as she could muster, the blonde sueki wriggled a bit in her burrito wrap, careful of her wounds. The woman wanted to turn to face the wall as much as possible, to give Uriel her back. She couldn't entertain anything he might give, the blonde knew didn't dare to fall.

"I'm sorry. Even if I wanted to understand, I would just hurt me right now...Please leave."