17 17. The Safe House.

Marley POV

Bold of this guy to come back to the hospital. Bold...?? No, wrong choice of words. Desperate. He was desperate. For all I knew he had his own doubts on who knows what but it clearly gave him sleepless nights. That's why he hoped I remained alive. He sat at the bedside chair reading the day's newspaper. Quite chilled and seemingly innocent.

" Wake up missy, we leaving," he said in a rather cool tone which was quite inappropriate for someone trying to break a patient out of hospital.

"Go? Go where?"

"For someone who's survived a number of ordeals you ask quite inappropriate questions, he said handing me the trouser and jacket he'd brought.

" You didn't bring a t-shirt?"

"What...you think I work at Ralph Lauren or something?"

"And you think I got abs to show off or something? I'm a women for heaven's sake!!"

"Well I've doubted that for sometime now," he mumbled removing his shirt and tossed it over to my side.