In the staff break room.
Lila unwound Nick's bandages. After gently washing the dried blood off his abdomen with clean water, she was astonished to find that the wound had already healed completely. Only a coin-sized pink mark remained to show where a wound had once pierced him all the way through.
"Does it still hurt?" The woman gently stroked the tender new flesh with the pad of her finger, making it itch slightly.
"No." Nick's voice was a little hoarse.
Small, enclosed spaces always stirred certain feelings. For someone alone, it might be fear, but for two people of the opposite sex and similar ages, it was usually something intimate.
Lila kept her head lowered, seemingly examining his injury carefully, but as her breathing grew faster, even Nick, who had initially had little interest in that sort of thing, gradually found himself affected by the movements of her hands.
Everything happened naturally, without any need for an excuse. It was simply a release of stress that gave each of them what they needed.
"You're not going to stay, are you?" When it was over, and they were still in the same position, Lila asked in his ear, her voice thick with tears.
Nick did not answer. He merely stroked her smooth back until a soft knock sounded at the door, followed by Kurt's voice. "Horton (Nick), something's happening outside. You'd better come take a look."
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Did they have to time it so perfectly? Nick cursed inwardly and bent down to pick up the clothes that had fallen to the floor. He could faintly hear Jules snickering outside the door.
"Coming!"
Just as he answered and was about to open the door, Lila reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck again. "Could you please not forget me?"