"Bailey," Ben breathed out. Running for cover was out of the question then. He closed the gap between them and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. He didn't know when he'd change back into whatever the hell he was now, but he couldn't let her see him like that. But he hadn't seen her in weeks, and he didn't want to let her go. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. He'd missed the sweet smell of her shampoo, and having her in his arms. A slightly pained expression moved over his face as he withdrew from her. "You gotta go, Bails," he said quietly, frowning down at her.
"Standard checkup," Kristen replied, monotone. She'd never admit it to him, but he was nice to look at when he was shirtless. Anyone could see that. It was too bad, she thought to herself, that he was an annoying, egotistical, womanizing jackass. "Right, heartbeat and blood pressure first," Kristen replied, grabbing a stethoscope and blood pressure pump, walking over to him. She put the blood pressure thing on his arm and did the test, writing down the results, then checked his pulse. Both normal, as per usual. She reached into her pocket and found a soft measuring tape. "Flex our arm for me," she instructed, tapping his right arm. They had to compare his measurements to the ones they took shortly after the whole ordeal. Everything had to be recorded.
August 19th, 2015 at 03:26am