A quick attempt at a Silva/Oc. needs more of those!
Chapter 1
The winter was stubborn this year, the cold wind biting at Emanuelle's skin whenever she even imagined going outside. 'Why the hell do I live in Scotland in the first place?' Of course, she knew why. It was a safe place, especially if you knew the terrain like the back of your hand, better even. The perfect place to hide away when men with big guns came after you. Or so her aunt seemed to think. The woman was very strange and never made any sense. But she seemed to have a high IQ which just made it harder for Emanuelle, or Ema as she preferred to be called, to keep up when she shipped her off to some undisclosed location for weeks at a time. "Vacation." Hah! The woman didn't even know the meaning of the word!
It was a clear sky when Ema left the small two-story house, but after only half an hour she could see the beginnings of a full blown snow storm on the horizon. Not good. Not good at all. It would hit her house in about forty minutes, she would have to cut this trip short. Turning on her heel she searched the moor for the fastest route home. But in her search for the best path she saw something very unusual. It was a man, quite obvious too judging by his broad shoulders and tall stature. He stuck out like a sore thumb in the grey landscape, dressed all in black. He was wandering aimlessly by the looks of it, he looked very weak. Clicking her tongue in thought Ema looked to the impending storm, and back to the man. If she didn't help him she might has well have killed him herself. No, she needed to help this man. Decision made she took off running towards him, just in time too as she saw him fall. It seemed to happen in slow motion, one of those sad pictures that show a broken man left to die. He stumbled a few more steps, struggling on his feet, then his knees and then he fell into the snow. Ema reached him just as he hit the dirt. She tugged him onto his back.
" Sir? Sir, can you hear me? Come on, I need you to hear me! " Gently slapping his left cheek she checked his pulse, it beat steadily thank god. " For god's bloody sake sir, wake the hell UP!" At this he opened his eyes, brown orbs focusing on her immediately. Slightly unnerved but pleased Ema started helping him up.
" There's a snow storm coming, we need to get you out of here. I need you to help me, you're too heavy for me to carry. I'll support some of your weight but you'll need to walk. Can you do that?" She was almost shouting now as the wind picked up, so she barely heard his answer.
" There is no "we", there is just the You. Why do You need Me to survive, little girl?" That was all he said before he picked himself up and with Ema's help started walking across the moors. They were both silent the rest of the way, the strange man out of exhaustion and Ema knew it was useless to try to talk in this weather. Thirty minutes later they reached the house, Ema leaning the man against the wall while she unlocked the heavy oak door and then helped him inside. 'Thank the lord for guest rooms!' She sat the man down on the twin sized bed, steadying him by a firm hold on his shoulders which, if he had been more aware of his surroundings, would have impressed him.
" You need to take your jacket and shirt off, you're bleeding from your upper body." He looked at her for a moment, then at the room, before his eyes closed and his body became limp. Ema guessed he finally felt safe enough to give in to rest. His body fell backwards onto the bed, completely relaxed. Ema sighed. "Crap."
Twenty minutes later she had managed to move him so his whole body was lying on the bed, his head on the pillow and his jacket and the shirt he had beneath it on the floor. She got her medical kit from the kitchen. It wasn't an ordinary first aid kit either, oh no. Emanuelle had once been a nurse, having studied to become a doctor but never got accepted. So she became a nurse with the knowledge of a doctor. 'Shitty education system'
She got to work, cleaning the dried blood and grime off of his skin, revealing a strong chest that made Ema swallow thickly. But what she saw next confused and worried her.
Littered across his body were a seemingly endless amount of scars of every imaginable shape and size. Some Ema could tell was from a knife, others from bullets. A few of them appeared to come from acid, and some she couldn't even begin to guess how he'd gotten. Shaking her head sadly she turned back to his wounds. The right side of his face had blood running down it, probably from a smaller wound at his temple. That could wait. His front was littered with bruises and his knuckles were slightly burnt. With a grunt and a struggle she turned him over on his stomach, gasping at the large wound in his left shoulder. It was gaping open, blood and puss seeping out. How long had he been wandering the moor before she found him?
No matter, he was here now. Putting on some gloves she got to work on cleaning and stitching the wound up. It took her the better part of an hour to close it properly. Hopefully the scarring wouldn't be too bad. She put on clean gloves and washed his other smaller wounds, wrapping his ribs with gauze when she found a crack in one of them. His back was similar to his front in the form of scars, but more of these were clearly from a knife, some stretching over a decimetre of skin. Ema avoided thinking of how he got them, getting the feeling she was better off in blissful ignorance. Even though "knowledge is power" and all that Ema had no interest in pure speculations.
Taking a step back she surveyed her work, deciding that she had done all she could at the moment. For a minute she simply stood staring at him, finally taking in his face. Slightly bulging eyes, a nice nose, very strong chin and eyebrows. Thick blond hair frame it. All in all, he was quite handsome. 'Oh for god's sake, none of that now! You just saved him from almost certain death, this is no time to admire his features! ' She pulled the duvet over him, making sure he was warm before she left the room, closing the door behind her.
So, good? Bad? Uninteresting? Intriguing? I don't know how long this story will be, probably not that long. But I noticed there aren't that many Silva/oc stories out there and wanted to at least try to inspire people to maybe write a few more. :) Let me know what you think!