Dance with scars

LISA'S POV

I sat still on the hospital bed as the nurse wrapped my neck in a white bandage. She was humming an unrecognisable tone but I didn't pay any mind to that. My thoughts were conflicted on how I had gotten here.

"Get your hands off her!"

Richard's yell was like a bomb that exploded without warning. The man had flinched, pulling away from me all of a sudden and I crumbled to the floor, panting for air and pressing a hand to my neck as I coughed.

He had moved with the intention to kill me. I could imagine dying on the cold hard floor of a cheap hotel. That wasn't the right way to go.

"The deal was not to bring anyone," the man sneered at him. "Who is she? Did he send her?"

But Richard ignored the question and got in the elevator instead. He tapped on a button and the lift went down. When the doors opened, he stormed out with arrogance dripping from his steps and he didn't need to tell me to follow him.

"Is everything alright with you two?" The nurse asked and I blinked, staring