Recovery ||Aiden||

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Arm now bandaged with antiseptics in tow, and after swallowing a few painkillers; Ryan sat outside the ER, upon the bench that was so conveniently placed outside. He stared at the door for a few moments, contemplating whether or not he would barge in there himself and start helping to save her life--though chose against it. Do not harm the paramedics. They save lives. That's what they're here for.

Ryan held his head in his hands, sighing heavily.

"Oh, God.."

[Aiden Hawthorne]

Aiden's broken form lay motionless in the hospital bed. The paramedics bustled around doing something or other. She obviously didn't notice. Her mind has drifted thousands of miles away.

Even unconcious she couldn't get away from it. A face that was always in the back of her mind, no matter how hard she tried to keep it out. Though she didn't think she could stand it if it actually did vanished, her heart still wrenched painfully at the memories that were all too vivid.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan blinked, staring as the paramedics pushed the stretcher out of the doors and towards her hospital room. He bit his thumb to the point that blood was drawn, and followed silently.

Hopefully she was alright.

[OOC: Sorry for the crappy post. xD I'm kinda busy.]

[Aiden Hawthorne]

Aiden slid in and out of conciousness. On one the aware periods her eyes fluttered open slightly. The light stung her sensitive eyes. Her head throbbed painfully as well as her side. Trying to adjust to the light, they searched around the unfamiliar climate. The sterile smell of the hospital filled her nose.

Feeling completely disoriented and unsure of where she was, Aiden tried to sit up but no matter how hard she tried she didn't have the strength to move.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan's eyes widened ever so slightly when he spotted Aiden's optics open. He resisted the urge to shout and hug her, out of pure joy that a life wasn't lost, since he'd probably crush her lungs or something. "Good morning, princess," he said, a slight hint of teasing in his tone; as he sat on the chair next to her bed.

"You okay?"

[Aiden Hawthorne]

Aiden heard a familiar voice and everything came rushing back to her. She remember where she was and why she was there. A smirk spread on her lips, hearing the teasing nickname. Opening her mouth the speak, the words came out soft and a bit shaky. " Good morning! I've been better but I'm here so...yeah. How about you?

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

"I'm just dandy.. well. Sorta. The bullet was lodged in pretty deep. It was a pain to have it taken out, and right now it's just.. bleeding," Ryan replied, sticking his tongue out disdainfully. Horrible little feeling it was when a bullet is removed, increasing the loss of blood per second; and leaving a stinging feeling. But, oh well.

"Well, you better get.. uh, better. We've got a case to solve. Those arseholes aren't gonna get away with this."

[Aiden Hawthorne]

" I'll get better. I always do." She smiled and then sighed. " And you're right. They will NOT get away with this."

Aiden looks down at the tiled floor for a moment and then looks up suddenly with a mask of mock seriousness. "I've decided something.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

"I hope you're telling the truth. For our sake," he said and grinned childishly, nodding at the criminal part and pumping his fist in the air. "They're nooot. Not with a genius like me pursuing them!.. well, okay, a genius like Horatio.." he stuck his tongue out, and raised a brow in inquiry.

"Decided? Decided what?"

[Aiden Hawthorne]

"Yeah! If we fail (which will NEVER happen), Horatio won't." Her grin widens and then it fades away. She stares at Ryan, trying to keep a straight face.

" You are NOT Marilyn Monroe."

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

".. Prove it. I am SO Marilyn Monroe," Ryan retorted, crossing his arms over his chest and sticking his tongue out.

"I AM TEH AWESOMEEE."

[Aiden Hawthorne]

"Fine" A small, mischievious smile curves on to her lips. " Do an imitation of her."

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

"Later. When I turn into a girl magically," Ryan said, waving it off and wincing when his wound was shifted. ".. Crud. That hurt," he mumbled, sticking his tongue out.

"Urk."

[Aiden Hawthorne]

"Okay. That'll be interesting." She rolls her eyes and smirks. The smirk fades away seeing him wince. "That looks painful." She sighs and rests her head back down the pillow.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

"Heh, well, it does.. but we should be worrying about you now. Your condition is way worse than mine.." he murmured, resisting the urge to place his hand onto his wound and rock himself silently. It would be a rather strange ordeal, indeed.

He closed his eyes, and started to hum a small tune.

[Aiden Hawthorne]

She sighed and all that she gave in reply was a small"Hmmm." Closing her eyes, she let her sore body relax. She listened to Ryan humming. "Has anyone ever told you that you have a nice voice?"

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan blinked at that, grinning and shrugging it off. "Not exactly. I've never really.. sang in front of anyone," he said, thinking about it for a split second before scratching his left temple with his index finger; an action normally done when he was nervous or something of that sort. "I mean.. I'm not much of a singer. I'm just.. well. Me," he added; flashing a smile towards Aiden.

[Aiden Hawthorne]

Aiden nods. "I totally understand." Opening her blue green eyes, she finds herself once again blinded by the hospital lights. "It's great you can be yourself around strangers and people you've just met."

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

"Yeah. It's not as hard as people say. You just have to believe that you've got nothing wrong. You know.. that if they hate you; it isn't your fault," Ryan said, frowning disdainfully when he couldn't find the words. "Err.. well. Besides that.." he waved a hand dismissively and thought about something to talk about.

"So.. where did you come from?"

[Aiden Hawthorne]

" Yes. Exactly. And if they can't handle who you are that's their problem." She looks over at Ryan and nods. Then she hears his question and tenses up slightly. "Germany, actually."

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Hazel optics widened slightly; and Ryan blinked twice. "W-Wow. Germany..?" he tapped his chin in thought, leaning against his chair and blinking once more. "And I come from Boston.. sheesh. I'm missing a lot in this world," he muttered, sticking his tongue out disdainfully.

"What do you do there? German chocolate is awesome."

[Aiden Hawthorne]

" Yeah. Germany." She looked back down and locked her eyes on the tile, feeling that if she made eye contact she would break down. " I...umm...went to school there. Then I worked there for awhile. I moved to Miami only a few months ago."

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan blinked at the sudden change in atmosphere, and almost instinctively placed a hand on top of hers. "Hey.. if you don't want to talk about it, I won't hold it against you. Are you okay, though?" he asked, looking at her with definite worry etched in his handsome features, the stinging in his arm starting to act up again.

'Not now, of all times..'

[Aiden Hawthorne]

Her blue green eyes broke their stare at the tile and redirected themselves up at Ryan, brought back to reality by the sudden contact. " Physically, I'm fine. I'll get better. Her lips twitched up slightly. "It's a long story."

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan smiled reassuringly, nodding. "Wanna talk about it?" he asked, blinking; supposing that she needed someone to talk to. He could recall a familiar situation where he felt the same way--and his cousin, had been there for him.

It was a familiar sensation.

He knew what it felt like.

[Aiden Hawthorne]

Aiden exhaled deeply. "I haven;t really ever talked about it before. I probably should. That is, if you're up for hearing me talk." The ghost of a smile graced her lips.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan nodded. "It's fine. We've got the whole afternoon to waste," he said cheerfully; giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

[Aiden Hawthorne]

Aiden bit her lip anxiously and nodded. " I guess we do". She took a deep breath. " The beginning I guess is a good place to start."

" I was 15 when my mother decided that we were moving from Phoenix, Arizona to Berlin, Germany..."

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan nodded, choosing not to speak--supposing it might be a bad idea considering the fact that they were speaking about a personal thing. He might start ranting about cows or something if he did start talking.

Yay. Cows.

[Aiden Hawthorne]

Aiden continued." My mother died when I turned 16, leaving me alone in a foreign country to fend for myself. I met a boy, his name was Tristan. His family took me in as a daughter in a sense." She paused for a moment. " Tristan and I went to college together. By time we had graduated college, I'd realized I'd fallen in love with him.

I had just turn 23 when we got engaged. And then one day about a year from then, we went out for a walk and it was raining. I had just gotten a job with a crime lab in Berlin. We were in a park and a man in a black coat approached us. I should've noticed he had a gun..."

The words started catching in her throat and she struggled to free them.