2. Disturbance

Unsurprisingly, the nurses finally give into the man's gruff and unrelenting demands. The one who initially entered quickly slipped out during the heated disagreement. No one seemed to take note of your quiet indifference, if not full on silent rage, while the argument took place. Eventually, all other parties depart, allowing the man to step in fully. The sound of the door shutting behind him echoes loudly, sending a wave of pain across your brow.

"Lill, I-"

"Don't call me that." You quickly snap, gingerly rubbing your tender forehead.

"Is this because of what you saw.... is that why you left?"

The pain is momentarily forgotten as you're slightly caught off guard by his words. Somewhat reluctantly, you turn your gaze to meet his. There's a tense look in the man's dark, umber eyes, one that you cannot fully recognize the meaning behind. Biting the inside of your cheek, your gaze instinctively retreats once more.

"You know that I saw."

There's no immediate reply as you're more so reiterating a fact than asking a question. The man moves forward again, his large frame now standing before you. A sudden wave of nausea hits you when he nears but disappears as quickly as it arrived. Mentally shaking away the feeling, you divert your attention back to the man in front of you.

"It wasn't what you think." His deep voice is oddly calm and rather self-assured.

"What I think," You swiftly retort, straining to sit up straighter. "Is that you're a liar."

The flash of hurt that temporarily graces the man's eyes gives you momentary regret. However, the intense memories of that day quickly return your resolve. Steeling yourself, you shoot the man a look of contempt. Where nothing but love and admiration once stood is now replaced by stark feelings of anger and betrayal. By the look the man's face contorts into, it's apparent your emotions are more than known.

"Lill, you don't understand-"

Once again, the man is cut off, this time by the door opening for a third time. Both of your gazes quickly turn to the source of the distraction. Once again, a frown spreads across your face at the sight of the intruding person. This time, however, because they are someone you do not recognize.