Something Creative (One-on-One)

She frowned, looking over at him.

"I'm mad that you were so reckless. What would we do if we lost you?"

 

"No," she said sternly. "We wouldn't."

 

(Zoop?)

 

She set him down on her couch gently, brushing back his hair again.

 

She began working on the glass, he brows furrowed.

 

She looked up at him suddenly.

“Yeah?”

 

She softened, kneeling down next to him.

"I know, sweetie," she said gently, inspecting the wound. "It's gonna hurt a little."

 

She laughed slightly, shaking her head.

"Nah. You're not dying. You're going to be fine."

 

“Do you trust me, Gabe? Do I really look like the person who would let you die?”

 

"I know, Gabe. But you're too smart to die, and I'm too pretty to let you die. Okay?"