Breanna's POV
"Where are you going?." She heard him call out, as she limped across the street.
"Home!." She let out a deep breath. "They finished questioning me!." She called back with a grunt as pain shot through her side. He jogged over to her.
"You need to go back to the hospital." She watched him give her a once over, eyes lingering on her side.
"No."
"Why?." He asked as she resumed walking, hot on her heels.
"Wilson, Wilson!, Wilson!!."
"Leave me alone!."
"You can't even make it to the other side of the road!, so no, I won't leave you alone!." He raised his voice, puffing out a deep breath before he continued. "Why don't you want to go to the hospital?."
"Because, unlike you, some of us have to work to live!, okay!." She paused, the breeze tugging at her hair.
"To pay tuition, to pay house bills, to pay hospital bills for our father!, some of us don't have it easy and quick in life and become a professor at 29, which was why some us had to start stripping in the first place!." She yelled out, listing off.
Hot tears falling from her face. His eyes darkened as he watched her, but didn't say anything. And she wasn't done with her outburst, not yet.
"He was all I had, he was my world, and now he's dead, he died trying to save me!." She let a hard pat on her chest. "And they won't even do anything to help!."
She pointed back to the station.
"Stop yelling in the street!." Someone shouted from a window above them and slammed the window shut.
She paused again, taking deep breaths, she brushed her tears away.
"Look, professor Caines, I'm grateful that you saved my life, I really can't repay you, but I can't afford another night in the hospital." She concluded and continued limping away, he was quiet for a while, and she really thought he had left her alone, but she was wrong.
Because after that day, he would never leave her alone again.
"Wait!." She heard him call out again, stopping in her tracks but she didn't turn around to face him. He sashayed over to her, instead.
"Come with me." He said after a beat.
"I'm not going to the hospital, Professor." She gritted at his insistence. He was tugging at the last ounce of patience she had left, and truth be told she had been awfully patient compared to her usual self on a normal day.
"Did I say we were?." He gritted back, causing her to arch an eyebrow at him. He smirked and grabbed her hand, pulling her with him softly to where he was parked; which was conveniently a few steps away.
"Where are we going?." She asked him, staring at the car, planting her feet firmly in the ground.
"My house," He paused and looked over her frame. "You're bleeding at out, if you're not going to the hospital, might as well change your bandages, plus you have not eaten in almost twenty-two hours."
She suddenly felt small next to him, he was tall and huge. She never really noticed it because he was always a good distance away and the descending theatre-like chairs of the lecture halls made him always appear smaller than he actually was.
"I can find my way home and take care of myself." She bit out, watching him warily as he walked closer and pushed her with a single finger on the shoulder, she staggered and almost fell, but he was quick to catch her hand.
"Can you though?." He asked her, with a little tease in his voice, she bit her lip as he steadied her back on her feet. "Get in the car, because if you die on the road, then I didn't actually save your life." He added.
He was right, her initial plan was to walk to the bus-stop, but it was starting to feel like she couldn't make it that far. She scratched her eyebrow again and frowned as he pulled the door open for her.
"Fine," She grumbled out. "But only because I'm hungry." She added and braced herself to enter the tall Escalade. The car was very well taller than her little Toyota, and with her current gnash on her side, climbing in was going to be slightly uncomfortable.
He seemed to have noticed her discomfort because, a second later, she felt an arm around her waist as he lifted her slowly into the car.
She recoiled at the sudden touch. No one had ever held her like that before. It was a strange feeling.
"Sure, whatever." He replied.
She took a deep breath and shifted in the chair, quickly deciding that she liked the unusual fruity scent of the car. It smelled like him. And for some reason, it felt safe.
Maybe it was the after effects of saving her life. Maybe it was because she never expected help from him; she was under the impression that he despised her as well as every other student in the university.
Or maybe because, she used to be scared of him - his large self, deep frown, and his reputation of failing students who pissed him off.
About a mile later of a complete silent car ride, she spoke. "The club is just around the corner, can we just make a quick detour?." She asked silently pointing. She felt his stare drilling a hole in her head and could guess what he was going to ask.
"I want to see what's left of my brother." She mumbled.
"Sure we can, but it's a crime scene, I don't think they'll let us near."
She nodded as fresh tears fell down her cheeks, he didn't say anything more and just let her cry, which she was grateful for.
There were a lot of people there, crying and walking around, some just watching. A lot of yellow tape, over almost everything.
What used to be a huge strip club with two floors, was now burnt to the ground, a crumble of ashes and bricks with irons sticking out of them. She pressed a hand to her mouth to muffle out her sobs at the sight.
There was no way anyone would have survived that, there was no way any body would be unscathed even if they were already dead.
Without even thinking about it, her legs took her closer, over every yellow tape, wanting to find her brother or what was left of him.
"Ma'am, you can't go in there, the building is still crumbling!." She heard someone call out, but she didn't stop, not when her brother was still in there. She heard a loud crack above her head, looked up slowly but didn't get to see as she was quickly pushed out of the way.
She closed her eyes, tightly, expecting a hurtful impact with the cold dirty ground but it never came.
Opening her eyes slowly, her breathing haggard, she was met with the most green eyes she had ever seen, with a small, now fading bruise on his lip and to match was another on his head, right on his hair line.
She had never been this up close with him before, or on top of him either, to notice how green his eyes were, he was her professor after all, a terrifying professor, she didn't need to.
But right now, as he stared back at her, his lips slightly parted, she could feel the rise and fall of his chest under her, she could feel his warmth and for a moment, time stilled, her ears blurred.
"What were you doing?. You could have hurt yourself." He rasped, as his eyes racked her face. Before now, she had only been used to cold stares from him, but at this moment, there was something else in his eyes, worry?.
"I-i...um, i…." Her words disappeared, as their eyes locked for a second too long.
"You guys have to get out of there, its really unstable." The man from earlier called out again waving them, as something else snapped and fell, bringing a lot of dust and dirt in the air.
She climbed off him slowly, looking down at the boulder that would have killed her.
"Thank you." She murmured.