Exposed: Tidbit"Your lips," Doctor Banner's eyes glazed over as he stared at her mouth, as if being dragged through an unwanted memory. His hand lifted toward her face, his fingers extended as if to stroke their softness. "Your lips were blood. The blood of dying and agony and pain. You were a ghost--a figment from my nightmares come to torment me . . . because of my failure to protect . . . to rescue." He dropped his hand into his lap, as if suddenly aware of it hovering between them. Bruce looked away from Andrea and down at his hand, as if ashamed of the blood of countless innocents spilled by its actions. "Because however hard I try, I am naught but a vessel of destruction; everything around me is doomed to fall.
"You died. I watched you die, yet here you are. A ghost. Or a phoenix. Risen from the ashes of a burning car." The haggard doctor rose from his seat at the desk as if to illustrate his words, or to emphasize them. His head bowed and shoulders hunched, Bruce shuffled to the doo