"Fuck it, you can't beat me now anyway, what I say, goes!"
The words, riddled with anger, hit hard, punctuated by the rhythmic sound of the rain.
Flossie Wright looked up.
He held a black umbrella over his head, protecting her entire body. The rainwater slid off the umbrella ribs in torrents, splashing up misty patterns as it hit the ground.
His black trench coat was dappled with raindrops, his shoulders glistening with tiny droplets which reflected a faint shimmer.
His gaze, locked onto her, was filled with lingering anger. In his deep, dark eyes, she could vaguely make out her own reflection.
After a while, Flossie sighed, "Alright, what do you want to do?"
Whether it was a misconception or not, she suddenly found herself in a disadvantageous position and had no choice but to submit to Perry Reed's whims.
"Hospital."
The short command left no room for debate.
"Uh," Flossie slightly shifted her gaze, "There's a pharmacy nearby that I know of."
"No..."
"I'm hungry."
