The atmosphere in the room was thick enough to cut. Malik almost thought that if he tried to cut the air with his finger it would slide off like a cartoon. If only a bell rang when the doctor said "I expect to see you tonight at the feast but until then enjoy your free time.", Malik would have piped out "saved by the," before jumping up and dodging the others on his way out of the place. However, that wasn't the case. It ended and everyone was out of there as fast as they could.
Once back at the room, Malik wasn't sure what to do next. What exactly was there to do here? Before he could ask Blake what she wanted to do, she came up to him. "I'm not feeling that great, MJ. I think I'm going to take a nap for a bit.... Will you wake me up in an hour?" He nodded, though he was a little confused but understood none the less. Sitting down in a chair at a little breakfast nook type table, he leaned his head on his hands. He scanned his eyes over the room before they feel on Blake laying in the bed, now asleep. She sure fell asleep fast, He thought, staring at her a moment.
"I've got sunshine, on a cloudy day," Malik began singing quietly. "When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May," He continued. "Now what could make me feel this way?" Malik sang, a bit louder as he stood up and made his way to the bed, watching Blake to make sure she doesn't stir in her sleep. A soft smile as on his face as her keeled down, crossing his arms over the surface of the bed and bowing his head so he look right at Blake. "My girl," He sang in almost a whisper. It was true that Malik was infatuated with her in this moment. So why did he think they were too young? Too young for anything real? "I'm sorry I'm not ready Blake," He whispered, not even sure if she heard him. "But, maybe, after all this is over, I will be ready. But not yet, not now in the middle of all this," He added in the same hushed voice. A few moments later, he decided to get him some air. As he walked out of his room and down the way he couldn't help but sing. "Well, you can't tell by the way I use my walk, I'm a woman's man, no time to talk," Malik winked and smiled at a male staff member that was walking in the opposite direction. If Malik didn't have his power walk on, he would have laughed at the look the man gave him. "Music loud and woman warm," A woman staff member taking a break on a bench gave Malik a look as he walked by. Malik just nodded and kept walking. "I've been kicked around since I was born." He continued singing as he walked.
Eventually the song he began his walk with was over and he was on his way back to the room, humming the whole way. Whenever he went on a walk, he would run into people asking him why he's singing. He would say because instead of being dangerous and using headphones, where you can't hear what's going on around you, he sings. It makes up for the lack of music plus it works your lunges. He eventually reached the door to the room and opened the door, moving it slowly at first so he didn't wake Blake from her nap. Then he noticed Blake wasn't in bed. Panic passed through him quickly before he realized that it would be childish to assume she was kidnapped at a place like this. "Blake? Babe? Where ya' at?" He called, walking into the room, scanning the room with his brow frowned. This panic met him again as he saw Blake on the ground. "Blake!" He yelled, running to her, mumbling constant pet names. Seeing that she must have fainted, he picked her up and laid her in the bed carefully before calling someone to check her out. "It's gonna be alright. It's gonna be alright," He said softly, grabbing a chair and sitting it beside the bed.
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