Lyndsay hadn't slept well the night before, tossing and turning with images of the dead girl ingrained into her memory. She'd risen sleepy-eyed, un-tucking herself from Cam's still sleeping form and left for the kitchen as the sun came up. She'd sat and read for a couple of hours with a warm cup of tea, and once she felt a little more human, started on some breakfast. Eggs were her speciality, plus they both wanted the protein, so she began cooking some up with some toast. She hadn't turned any music on to let Cam sleep more, so just hummed to herself for entertainment. As she reached to grab some pepper to put in the eggs, her hand pressed too long on the side of the pan, singeing her skin.
"Crap. Ow. Darnit" She cursed, making the pan clatter again as she pulled her hand away. Being quiet wasn't her strong point. Reaching to run her hand under water, she frowned, looking down at the singe mark.
Cam woke to the sound of clattering, soft humming and sizzling from the kitchen. His wife had clearly risen with the sun, but he continued to stretch out in their bed, rubbing his hands over his stubbled cheeks. He wasn't looking forward to a session with Dr Keller, but he knew it would put Lyndsay's mind at rest, and maybe help him feel a little better. He heard a soft curse and clatter in the kitchen, and smiled, she probably needed help. She was graceful and poised when she was dancing or working out, but she could still be clumsy. He got up out of the bed and stretched his arms above his head, wandering out into the main area of the apartment.
"What've you done now?"Turning to look over her shoulder, Lyndsay emphasised her pout.
"Burnt myself making you some dang eggs" The sting had already gone from the burn, but she knew he'd know she was just playing the martyr. She pulled her hand back from the water and held it out to him.
"Not the worst I've ever done She gave him a smile, she knew he'd be tense about going to Dr Keller's, and he didn't need worrying about a little burn.
Cam reached out and took Lyndsay's hand, giving the burn a kiss.
"Silly girl." He gave her another kiss, this time on the lips, dipping her down backwards a little dramatically. He lifted her back up, placing her on her feet and inhaling deeply.
"Smells great though, thanks babe." He pressed another kiss against her cheek and reached for two plates, plating up their breakfast and turning on the radio. They sat and ate mostly quietly, humming along to familiar music, happy to just be in eachother's company.
"So do you think today will help you feel a little better? I hope so. You know I worry about you" Lyndsay kept one hand on the steering wheel, the other reaching to squeeze Cam's knee. She hadn't let him drive, even though he'd protested, not after he'd banged his head the day before, even though he'd insisted he felt fine. They were about fifteen minutes from the doctor's office, and it wouldn't take much longer.
Cam opened his mouth to respond, but was distracted by a loud clanging from the car's engine, heard even over the music playing from the radio. The car began to tick slowly, chugging along slowly until it began to stop. Lyndsay just managed to pull it over into a parking space on the side of the road, before everything switched off altogether. He frowned down at the dashboard of the car, turning to Lyndsay and opening his mouth to speak.
As the car began to bang and shudder, Lyndsay pumped the break cautiously, the car began to slow down more and more, even though she'd stopped breaking, so she pulled over. She didn't have to turn off the engine, it stopped completely before she had a chance. She heard Cam inhale to speak, and held up a hand to silence him.
"If you say anything about my baby, especially if it includes the words 'hunk' and 'junk' I will end you" She tried to start the engine again by turning the key, but the car didn't even make a sound.
Cam knew when not to push his woman, and she was precious about her old car, so he didn't mention anything about it being a huge pile of junk. He checked his watch and frowned.
"Lynds, if we wait for breakdown recovery, we won't make it before Keller goes on lunch, and he's not answering his phone, so there'll be no chance of seeing him. We should just walk." Lyndsay sighed, and after a few more tries, admitted defeat. The two abandoned the car and walked the rest of the way. It was a nice day, a cool breeze meaning the heat didn't feel so humid on their skin. They talked and walked hand in hand the rest of the way, the fresh air relaxing them a little more than stuck in a stuffy car.
As they arrived, Dr Keller was fumbling with his keys, locking up, with files in his hands. They were just in time.
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