The 6 Greatest Errors of All Time | ?

epilogue

It was either she was deciding whether or not she should comply or she just didn't hear him since his voice was muffled by his mask. Either way, he spotted her head turning slightly away from the wall before a sudden noise down the hall made her snap it back around.

Pierce internally groaned at his progress going to waste before he picked up his nemesis' footsteps walking down the hall and stopping a few feet away from the door. "Your dead meat better have a good excuse for interrupting my session, Damond."

"Why, is she not talking?" Axel's voice responded.

"Not talking?" he scoffed, glancing at the woman on the bed a few feet away with narrowed eyes. "She's been doing more than just not talking. I'm not even getting the vibe that she acknowledges I'm here."

Axel snorted and then cleared his throat. "You know when you sense someone's just that repulsive? Anyway, she opened up to me in a week's time, so good luck agent. I'll get your sleeping tent ready in the backyard. Do remember to come out for dinner at 7."

Pierce was ready to rip the door open and strangle the hacker when he heard a soft noise behind him. He turned towards the new sound and realized that it came from the woman. He arched his brows before a thought made him frown curiously. Then, he shook his head and his defensive demeanor took over as he raised his voice. "You're laughing? Is it that funny when you're being difficult for no reason towards someone trying to help you?"

Her form became quiet again and she seemed to have straightened her back defensively, like she wasn't going to listen to his words. Yet she was, and Pierce couldn't help but perk a curious smile at her obedience.

It had been a while since a woman made him smile again.. His eyes narrowed and it flickered away as he buried his head in his hands for a moment with a heavy heart, taking a deep breath in.

"Hey, can I treat you now?" He sighed inaudibly as he picked his head back up and saw her resume her sloppy bandaging. She had opened her mouth, finally ready to say something, but a miss-slip in her fingers caused her to cut herself with the scissors that fell with the blades opened apart.

Her sudden movement brought a surge of pain to her abdomen and the sudden twist of expression on her face finally allowed Pierce to understand why Damond never wanted to see it ever again. What looked like a simple wound had actually taken away the life in her body these past few weeks, and it was hard for her to even keep up the pretentious act that she was okay in his presence.

Without her saying a word, he had suddenly come to care for her. Just by observing her continuously pick up the medical tools while she was stubbornly hiding herself from him, he came to realize that she probably wasn't as fragile as her character gave off.

"Stop it," He frowned, rising from his seat. "Just turn around. You're reaching blindly across the table, of course you're going to knock things aro— be carefu—"

Pierce had reached out to snatch her wrist before she cut herself on a plier knife that probably belonged to her. Instead of freezing up like he had expected, she jerked back, and when she couldn't shake him off, her head finally snapped around to him with blood-curling eyes and clenched, defined jaws.

He dropped her hand immediately and his face scrunched up questioning everything the universe tested him with. People couldn't come back from the dead.. no. Her face was different and so was her body and her character. But behind all the newly defined jaw and cheeks, through the emphasized waves of dark cocoa hair encompassing her delicate shoulders, through the layers of bandages and cuts and bruises— her fierce hazel-made-golden-by-the-sun eyes were an exact replica of the woman he loved.