Crimson Notion

thirty seven

cute little race moment here!

there will also be translations when the time comes. you will see what i mean beauties :)

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Esme squeezes my hand tightly with her newly free and healed hand as the both of us walk through the revolving door of the hospital back towards the parking garage. She brings her other hand up and hooks it on my forearm as if I'll be ripped away from her.

The sunset outside has me nearly squinting my fucking eyes at the bright colors. A flash of pink, orange, and yellow cascade across the sky.

The sight alone has Esme taking pictures. I quietly take the chance to take a picture of her as she's distracted.

As much as I'm used to the dark, watching Esme fall in love with the view in front of her has me thanking any god for creating the view. She loves taking pictures of anything she thinks is beautiful and it definitely boosted her spirit.

I must say, it's hard carrying this heavy-ass bag while trying to take pictures of her.

Esme put all of her things in a bag so that she wouldn't have to carry everything out in her hands. That bag is currently in my hand because apparently, it was too heavy for her to hold.

Either way, I was going to carry it for her.

Seeing Esme in her natural habitat today was kind of weird, to be honest. I'm not used to seeing her like this.

She decided to go to get her cast taken off first before going to the trauma center so that nobody would ask questions which was smart considering she was hounded the second we got there.

All the staff came up to her hugging her and kissing her head as they said how much they've missed her. It looked as if Esme was going to cry but she stood strong and held it in.

But once all the nurses saw me standing behind her like her minion, they starting gossiping and peeking looks at me.

They aren't the best at whispering and hearing some of the stuff they said to Esme made me chuckle a few times.

"What are you two?" "Is he single?" "How is he in bed?" "Can I have him for a night?"

By the look on Esme's face, it looked like she was ready to curb stomp them. Her reactions were what made me laugh.

I love how nervous she got when they started asking how I was in bed. She gets so flustered and it makes my ego skyrocket knowing she has absolutely nobody to compare me to.

I haven't even shown her my full potential yet either.

I've been holding myself back making sure to keep that line there. I want her to cross it when she feels ready to. I don't want her to feel forced at all.

Once the gossiping stopped everyone got back to work and Esme got all of her things from her locker. Just as we were about to leave, I noticed her looking around quietly as if she was soaking in the feeling of being here again.

Her entire demeanor changed once something serious started happening. She was so focused on everything that was happening and she was informing me on everything even when I didn't ask.

I remember at one point I asked Esme what a code blue meant once I heard it spoken over the intercom. She didn't even get a chance before someone dragged her into the room to help with what was happening.

She didn't think twice before following everyone flooding in the room. I just leaned against the wall and watched her as she stepped up on the side of the bed and started CPR on the guy. A doctor was starting to bark orders at all the nurses as he was watching all the monitors.