"...Kit? Hello?" Till asked with concern, waving his hand in front of his face and breaking him out of his thoughts.
"Huh?" Kit blinked and shook the memories from his head.
"I said I'm feeling a bit better this morning, but...are you alright?"
Absent-mindedly, he rubbed the long scar across his chest as if it still ached and burned, "Sorry, I'm fine, I just - have a lot on my mind." He mumbled brushing past Till and stepping into the shower room and closing the door firmly behind him.
Till stared for a moment at the closed door before sighing sadly and alighting the vehicle.
Kit gasped, allowing the water to run ice cold and chase away the remnants of his sleepless night and the persistent memories. His eyes darkened as he again touched the long deep scar that ran across his tanned chest, feeling the raised jagged edges, 'I don't care if she did save our lives, I won't trust that blood-sucking monster and I won't let Love or Till be taken in by it either.'
