Christine giggled, "might stop stressing people out after this"

She smiled trying to think of the next words, "I was really worried when I heard the gunshots I thought you had been ..." she left the sentence off and looked towards the ground. "I should probably go, need to let you rest". She slowly walked to the small door frame, "I'm glad your alright" she said in a low but clear voice. She walked out and a nurse guided her back to her own bed.

Keefe nodded as much as his dizzy head would allow. "Please." He answered with a smile of his own, which flickered at her next words. "It sure didn't feel good, but it ain't that easy to get rid of me." Keefe stated quietly before nodding slightly. "See you later then." It sounded more like a command to come back than a goodbye. He was glad SHE was alright. When she screamed- Keefe had been more fearful than he ever had before in his life.

Christine layed in her hosptial bed miserable. She was hungry for real food, someone to talk to, and a full night with sleep. She hadnt checked on Keefe since their once visit so Christine was worried about him. She wanted to visit but understood that rest was crucial for him. A nurse entered, "we have good news, you'll be leaving tommorow morning" Christine looked at the nurse and didnt say anything. "Where am I supposed to go" she mumbled to herself. Reaching for the hospital pillow she sunk her face into and let out a few tears. She was lost.

Keefe stared at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep. He was exhausted and in pain and this sucked. He hated hospitals. And he wasn't staying here. There was a low thump, and then Cassius emerged. Keefe's eyes widened slightly. The next few minutes were a blur. Pain. Light. Flashing. Voices. Yelling. Poking. Prodding. Police. Screaming. Then it was over. A nurse was speaking to him. Telling him something. What? He finally heard the words. "Mr. Sencen, did you hear me? Your father has been arrested and your mother committed suicide. You're free." The words jarred his mind. He blinked gasping for breath. "They're.... gone? Really gone?" He finally asked. The nurse nodded before leaving. Keefe stared at the wall before pretty much yanking all the cords out of him and rolling out of the bed. The pain was immediate and searing. His leg almost gave out, but he clutched the side of the bed and stayed up. After a spell of dizziness and tunnel vision he staggered out, trying to look like a normal person as he found a nurse. "Tell me where Christine is." He pretty much commanded, and the nurse stared at him for a moment before saying a number. He limped heavily to that room, stumbling inside. "Christine- are you still okay? When are they releasing you? By the way, my father was arrested and my mother committed suicide. I'm free." He said quickly, his words slewing a little from the pain of standing.

Christine had heard the noises and raced to her chair she sat down and curled into a tight ball. -hopefully Keefe's ok- she thought to herself.

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Christine jumped out of the chair she was reading in, and raced over to Keefe she guided him to the chair, "I'm alright. What are you doing? shouldnt you be resting" her mouth completely shut when she heard what Keefe was saying, "Keefe i'm so happy for you. Your free! I get released tomorrow" her voice strained as she looked up to Keefes face. His eyes seemed calm and relaxed even though he was in pain. She sat down on the bed, "i dont want to go, which i know sounds strange, but I dont know where to go" her voice lost power and her eyes lost the fire they once had. She looked onto the floor, her pale skin looking even more white.

Keefe just leaned heavily on the chair, refusing to sit down. He was up for the first time in a while (let's say it's been a day) and that was too long for him. He may have been shot in the leg but that didn't make him less stubborn. "I came to find you." He answered simply, then his eyebrows furrowed slightly in concern as he looked at her. "Forgive me for saying this, but if you weren't so stubborn you'd let me just buy you a house. I am literally not kidding for one, and for two at least the money will be put to good use, and for three the first thing I'm doing is selling the mansion. I want a tiny cabin in the woods in the middle of nowhere." He stated firmly, focusing mostly on the first part. "You need a place to stay, I have answers. Doesn't that sound the slightest bit tempting?"

Christine sighed, "i guess it sounds a bit tempting but you've already done too much for me. I'll find a job and go from there". She looked at Keefe, "now you 'Mr also stubborn' should really be in bed resting. Your wounds wont heal standing up" she raced out the door and down the hall a little "no running inside the hospital" a nurse yelled towards Christine, she ran back to her room and called out "sorry!".

Keefe let out a heavy sigh of his own. "I've barely done anything for you!" He protested before looking a TINY bit like an abandoned puppy as she rushed away. Pfft. Did she really want to get away THAT much? +No, she just... wants to rest. And wants you to rest+ he thought, waiting a couple seconds before limping back to his own room, grimacing in pain as he managed to drag himself back into the bed. The nurse had said he had to stay here for two WEEKS. There was no way that was happening. He was leaving tomorrow, whether they liked it or not.

(Going on break but I'll try and post as much as i can sorry)

Christine looked at Keefe -if only he understood everything he's done for her- She sighed and turned her towards the wall. She was done with these white walls and tasteless foods. Reaching for her coat she peeked out the door of her room and and slowly walked towards the main door, trying to not draw attention to herself. Once out of sight she sped walked up a small hill and into the town. She walked towards the hotel she had stayed at. Tape seperated the hotel from the rest of the world. She sighed and turned letting the small tears flow. -erhh i'm to emotional- she picked herslef up and walked slowly to the hideout Keefe owned. Once reaching it she settled herself against a tree and watched the birds play around. "I'll need to find something soon, i mean i could just hideout here for awhile. Keefe wont be back for a little while" she said outloud.

Keefe had fallen asleep, miraculously, but the throbbing pain kept him from getting to much rest. It had been two days now since he had been shot. In his opinion he wouldn't die if he left, so he wanted to leave. That plan got set in motion rather quickly. He managed to get his normal clothes, changed into them, and limp out without collapsing, so he was proud of himself there. The only problem now- the walk home. Would his leg be up for it? He wished he could fly. He steeled himself for the journey ahead and started. 2 painstaking hours later, after what would've been a brisk 30 minute walk, he staggered his way to the woods. He didn't want to go anywhere near the mansion right now- too many bad memories rested in that place. Keefe definitely did NOT make it all the way to the spot he wanted, instead sinking to the ground more near the edge of the woods, breathing heavily from exertion and pain. That wasn't the most fun, but he HATED hospitals. The last time he had been in one it was because Cassius almost killed him and begrudgingly didn't want him to completely die. Keefe groaned a little at the thought, trembling slightly in the cool air. This would be a rough night.