Lucas walked down the empty halls of his ward at The Clinic, to Alicia’s room. His heart pounded against his chest. He could feel his body shaking on the inside, making him stagger a little as he approached her door. He thought about knocking then chastised himself. She was deaf. Knocking on the door wouldn’t do any good.
He slowly opened the door just a crack and flicked the lights on and off. His hand on the knob he felt the door pull away from him. He stood and stared at Alicia and she smiled at him.
She wore a pink satin dress with a low-cut collar, just low enough to entice but not reveal. The top portion hugged her body and flared out past the waist stopping halfway between her knees and ankles. She twisted her hips, the dress dancing around her.
“You look beautiful,” Lucas whispered. She lowered her head but didn’t take her eyes off him. She raised her hand to her chin and slowly lowered it. They stood there for a moment, staring at each other, a smile stuck on their faces. Lucas swallowed, the dryness in his throat scratching. “You ready?”
Alicia cocked her head and scrunched her brow. “Ready?” she mouthed the word in confusion.
“For dinner.”
Alicia turned, walked to the table, and picked up her speaking device. “I’m not supposed to leave the clinic.”
Lucas nodded, “I know, but I think tonight we can make an exception. Besides, what are they going to do? Ground you?”
She laughed. He reached for her hand and interlaced his fingers with hers. He led her out of the room, down the empty halls to the main door. She stopped just before the doors and squeezed his hand.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said, “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
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