"You can’t stop looking at her. For one moment, you can look without needed to worry that she’ll catch you - or worse, someone else. Maybe if you memorize her now, you won’t be so tempted to catch a glimpse every second of every day. Is it possible to get a year’s worth of stares in the span of seconds?
"Did you learn anything?" you were trying to keep it from getting awkwardly quiet, but then, you realize your gaze.
You didn’t ask to hear the answer, you asked to watch her lips move as she says it. Your fingers are careful with the bandage, unwrapping it purposefully slow, you try to draw it out. Stretching time the way air thins in your chest, there’s just not enough." - I Need A Medic, chapter 20, by Gnomingabout