Don't Mock Me [Macht]

"Fair enough," She said as she thought about the touching comment, wondering just how forward he planned on being today and just how forward she was okay with him being. So far? She was definitely alright with what was happening. So she thought of a question to ask him. The obvious question which everyone would point out is the eyepatch, but she was more curious about the scars on the body and the nature of them. Were most of them from any one event?

Her hand would grip is tightly and she would rest her chin on his shoulder again, "Alright I got one for you." Her thumb would brush against his finger, intertwining their fingers as she thought of how best to word it. "How many of those scars are from trying to play the hero?" She'd wait for a response and then see if he had a question of his own.

So she was right about them, a hero complex of sorts. It wasn't a negative attribute to be certain but she hoped that she wasn't just filling up a role, some sort of manic pixie situation where she was only getting help because of a compulsion that this boy had. Still, in the end at least it'd give her the tools needed to protect herself and that wasn't a bad thing. This place was significantly more dangerous than her other schools had been and that was something that she wasn't truly prepared for.

"Except this one. It was my first time playing the role of the victim, and after that one I decided I wasn't going to take it anymore. Kind of hard to look past something when it takes your eye, y'know?" She nodded, and thought about her own role as a victim. She was trying to do the same thing, and she had gotten in some hits for people so far already. Still, she wasn't exactly sure she'd ever be on this guy's level of strength or dedication. She could only hope that she'd be able to save others from being the victim that she had been.

"I like to see them as milestones."

She thought about this for a little bit before deciding that she could probably trust him. "I don't have any scars, I've never had anything permanent and lasting happen... but I was a victim of some really gross stuff growing up. Step-dad, boyfriends my mom had before my step dad, that kind of stuff. One day I decided the same thing, that I wouldn't be the victim any more. Annnnd that landed me here."

"I guess that's true," She wondered what kind of crime stuff he did. What did he do that was something he considered petty? She wouldn't judge mostly because survivor situations called for certain measures. She had considered picking pockets from people, especially in the city given how easy it would be in those big crowds. It sure beat not being able to eat more than once or twice a day. As it was her weight fluctuated very drastically because of this. "What kind of stuff did you-"

She stopped when a nurse came in and started asking her what it was that she needed. The nurse seemed rather fed up, though I imagine someone with a job like hers would probably get that way pretty quickly. "Take off your shirt, please. I need to see how bad it is, if it's bad enough I may have to ask you to not wear a bra, if that's the case I have a sweater for you to borrow. Borrow as in, you wear it, you WASH it, and bring it back clean. Understood?"

Sarah nodded and looked over at Starke before letting go of his hand, "I really don't mind but if you're uncomfortable with this you can step outside or something. I got a bra on anyway." She would take the tank top off and let the nurse inspect her side, pressing against it gently and asking where it hurt. The bruise that was forming was quite large, there was a noticeable bulge around where she had been hit. She handed Sarah an ice pack and said something about needing a moment before walking out of the station, drawing the drapes over the area around the bed so that she would have privacy, or privacy with Macht if he was still in the room.

"Let you carry me? I totally would have, I must've missed you asking." She grinned and looked down at where he had hurt her, but shook her head. "It's good that you did this. The skin will toughen up, I'll be used to the pain a bit more. With each kick, each punch, each... whatever. I'll be able to take a hit better and better. You'd think I'd be tougher with as many hits as I took in the past, but the more and more I think about it the less and less painful those hits actually were, you know? It was just the shock factor that made it hurt so much."

She turned to look at him, "Thank you, for everything." She brought a hand up through his hair, her thumb brushing against his cheek before lowering her hand gently. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Sorry, I hope that was okay... You're just really great for everything, and I really wish I could make it up to you somehow. Also, admittedly you are, well..."

She turned away, her face burning a little as she actually got around to realizing and understanding the position they were in. She knew that before they left she'd probably have to change into just a shirt and sweater but wasn't really bothered by having to do that. Hopefully he wouldn't mind her wearing some ragged old school sweater to their dinner.

She grinned as she looked at his eye, it was a very kind eye, a little sad he felt. She wasn't sure if she was projecting feelings, if she was really seeing him for who he was. She had only met the guy just today and their entire experience was him beating her up and still something about that felt so strangely intimate that she was really comforted by him being there. She got goosebumps across her body.

"Don't worry about it, You too."

The blinds drew open as the nurse came back in and Sarah's hand snapped down so fast she might have hurt her wrist if it hadn't been a bed she was sitting on. Her face was completely red as the nurse gave Macht a look that just sort of said 'really?' assuming that he was somehow the one being forward. "I've talked it over with a proper doctor, they have an x-ray order for you when you go. They just want to make sure nothings broken. Be sure to get that in the next day or two, take it easy, don't wear a bra or any other tight clothing if you can for a little bit. I'm gonna bandage you up a little bit here."

She looked over at Macht and made a 'shoo'ing motion with her hand. Sarah would turn her back to the nurse and whisper to Macht, "I'll be out in just a second, okay?"

Whether or not Macht left Sarah would ask the nurse to get her bra unfastened and the nurse would apply a bandage before letting Sara put her tank top back on and giving her a sweater to help her cover up a bit more. Once this was done Sara would put the bra in the sweater pocket as bundled up as she could get it before walking out and pocketing the x-ray order. "So, where would you like to eat?"

She felt a lot more comfortable in the sweater, and it didn't hurt as much without the constant pressure. She had also, thankfully, been given some ibuprofen for the pain and was definitely going to be putting more ice on it once she got home. She didn't know about getting x-rays if only because medical bills sucked. Some sensible part in her brain told her she'd be better off getting x-rays and eating top ramen at home, but reminded herself that she needed self care from time to time and this was definitely a chance she didn't want to miss out on. Besides, she liked this guy.

"Well, I mean on one hand we could go somewhere that costs an arm and a leg, only problem being that they usually make you dress nice at those places and I'm kinda frumpy right now." She pulled down on the sweater that was definitely to short on her. The arms were a bit short too and some part of her just wanted to walk around in a tank top, decency be damned, but she kept it on because she didn't want to do that in some sort of restaurant.

She tried to read this guy's mind to figure out what kind of food he liked. She wasn't sure if this was a scenario where she could read his mind but she tried to imagine food that he could be seen eating in her mind. Hot dogs for some reason came to mind but they weren't exactly camping out. The next one that sort of stood out was something like pho, or maybe even americanized chinese food. Then again, he was german...

"Let's get sushi." She finally said, taking his hand, she was thinking about it and how long it had been since she had gotten sushi. "Of course, if sushi is a hard limit for you we can do something else? There are some pretty cool pizza places. I doubt anyone hates pizza." It was, afterall, a food that could accommodate pretty much every single taste and allergy and diet.