Damian paced round the dance hall with Mikael's bag in his hand. How was she doing? Was she okay, worse? What was wrong with her..
Shuffling of feet brought him back from his void of reverie. He turned towards the sound and his stomach seemed to do a somersault as he saw Mikael walking into the hall.
"What the hell Mikael?!" He couldn't seem to control his tone.
"Give me my bag" she said and tried to take it from him but he easily dodged her.
"Not until you tell me what's wrong with you"
"Nothing's wrong" he scoffed, appalled
"Come on you can't give me that.. You passed out in my arms! Do you have any idea how that made me feel?"
"Well I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings..my bag"
"We're past this Mikael, I mean you have to tell me.."
"And why the f*ck would I do that? Huh Damian? One moment its like you got yourself together, and the next moment you treat me like an immature piece of shit!" She seemed to draw the Sh- in shit.