Lauren froze when she realized exactly who she'd collided with. How had- but had't he- No, it didn't matter what had happened, where he'd gone, because the important thing was that he was here and right now she needed him because nothing was making sense. "Mitchell. What the fuck is going on?" she asked, staring wildly up at him, waiting for an answer.
She reached over and plucked the cigarette from between his fingers to steal a drag from it. Funny, she'd only just been blubbering on at him about how she used to worry about her Mum finding out about her smoking. But what did it matter anymore? Not like she was using her lungs properly anymore, right?