She accepted the water gratefully, the bottle sweating into her palm as she uncapped it and brought it to her mouth. It was perfect timing, the excuse of drinking a good justification for the pause in the conversation. Celeste wiped her hand against her knee, noticing just then that there was a scrape on it. "I wanted to see evil. I got tired of hearing about it for years, so I decided to go see it for myself."
Celeste turned her face toward the open window, not blinking, letting the air sting. It used to be a trick to fake tears; now she was simply tired and wanted to jolt herself awake. The time spent unconscious hadn't exactly been restful, but she wasn't about to invite the intruder of dreams into her already tattered psyche.
"Wait, you're not taking me to the hospital, are you?" Celeste whipped around to look at him. She leaned forward in her seat, one hand pressing against the hot dashboard. "'Cause I don't let doctors near me. I got everything I need to fix me up, in this bag right here." The brunette nudged the black duffel with the toe of her boot.