“Yeah, well, you can buy me a new shirt later,” he told her. “Never getting the bloodstains out of this one.” But he hurried his steps. Cormac’s clinic wasn’t too far. The guy still owed him a favor or ten, and he wasn’t going to ask awkward questions. He knew better than that.
“No, you’re not,” he told her firmly when her consciousness seemed to falter. “No sleeping. Usually, I can’t get you to shut up, tiny. Now suddenly you don’t have anything to say? Come on, here’s your chance to tell me off, I know you’ve been saving it up. Lay it on me.” She needed to stay conscious until he could unload her on a healer. He didn’t know how serious her injuries really were, and he was not dumping a corpse on Cormac’s counter.
“A blue one,” Audrey mumbled. While she didn’t give any explanation for why she chose blue, it was fairly obvious by the limited colors in Cian’s wardrobe. She coughed again, trying to clear the taste of iron in her mouth, but it was to no avail. Struggling to open her eyes, she looked up at Cian, only managing to focus on his chin. Everything was blurry and she couldn’t even begin to fathom where they were or where they were going.
With a weak smile on her lips she made a slight scoffing sound. “I really liked you,” Audrey was able to mumble out. “But I don’t think you could ever like me the way I want you to like me.” Somewhere along the way to Cormac’s clinic a searing pain came from her back and a small whine echoed from her. “And that’s ok. It was my selfishness.” A slight smirk spread on her bloodied lips. “Maybe it’s better that you’re mean to me. I hate it more when you’re so nice.”