"Ari!" His voice came out deep and bellowed as he beat his fist on the steering wheel several times to the point it bent out of shape—no longer a circle but twisted and coiling. Still he gripped it's gnarled sides and pressed his head to it, pushing and pulling against it.
"Fuck! He isn't going to come out just because you're at the hospital. Wake up Ari, we'd need a miracle to get him out of there." His dark hair fell in his face in strings as he lifted his head. "There's only one way to get him to leave there. And I wouldn't do that to him. I can't." He started the car up and pulled out the parking lot.
"I don't need you yelling at me! I get that he's in it deep. I can see that, I mean Benji would never hurt me otherwise. But you heard him back there!" Her skin was darker after having been in the hot Hawaiian sun for the last week; sunkissed, near golden, and sporting more freckles than she'd had before scattered across the bridge of her nose to her cheeks.
