[even though there's a funny tightness in her chest, something telling her that she needs to get away from him--not for her safety but for his--Rachel can't help smiling back. The memories of the men after him are a blur, but that time is far clearer in her mind. She'd question it more, if the memories of him weren't good for the most part. No anger, no one intentionally hurt. Which...she has the vague sense that was more than she could say for some of the others
She shrugs] Your guess is as good as mine. Last thing I remember I was driving. Not a freaking clue where I was going. [she'd been upset, she thinks, and maybe that was why she'd been in an accident. But why couldn't she remember why she'd been upset enough to bolt
She notices his gaze, and can't help an impish grin. Which feels wrong. Something in her feels like she shouldn't be happy about anything, especially a guy trying not to look at how little she's wearing] First hospital I've been in where they didn't keep my pants where I could find them. Or at least let someone bring them to me. [she hates that the memory of just how many times she's been in the hospital is one of the few clear things, but at least it's given her a feeling that things are really not right here] Lucky me, seems I'm still as good at breaking out of these places as when I was a kid.
[there's a mischievous glint in her eyes, despite the dim sense that her heart is aching for a reason she can't remember] I could watch your back while we poke around.
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She shrugs] Your guess is as good as mine. Last thing I remember I was driving. Not a freaking clue where I was going. [she'd been upset, she thinks, and maybe that was why she'd been in an accident. But why couldn't she remember why she'd been upset enough to bolt
She notices his gaze, and can't help an impish grin. Which feels wrong. Something in her feels like she shouldn't be happy about anything, especially a guy trying not to look at how little she's wearing] First hospital I've been in where they didn't keep my pants where I could find them. Or at least let someone bring them to me. [she hates that the memory of just how many times she's been in the hospital is one of the few clear things, but at least it's given her a feeling that things are really not right here] Lucky me, seems I'm still as good at breaking out of these places as when I was a kid.
[there's a mischievous glint in her eyes, despite the dim sense that her heart is aching for a reason she can't remember] I could watch your back while we poke around.