Red. All she could see was red. On their clothes, on their hands, on the floor and even on her car window, since he managed to leave a well defined bloody hand print on it. That was the color that was clouding her eyes: Red. Blood Red.
She wanted to see him again. The man with the vibrating green eyes, gentle yet rough voice who saved her when she was stuck in the boiler room with god knows what. The man that came to her classroom to see if she was alright. She did not, however, expected to see him battered, bleeding and half dead the next time she found him. Fawning over his passed out body in the school´s parking lot was not helping her nerves. At all. She had to help him.
Grabbing her cell phone she started to dial 911 when a hand stopped her.
"No Hospitals…help me." He said between long and sharp breaths. How could she help him? He needed a doctor not a helpless teacher.
Her hands were shaking and she was fighting the urge to ignore him and call the emergency service anyway but decided against it. She owed him that much he had saved her life after all.
Placing her right hand on his forehead she tried to keep him conscious.
"How can I help, Derek?"
"My apartment…show you where it is."
She nodded, not that he could see it anyway. Somehow she managed to place him in the passenger´s seat and followed his directions towards what it seemed like an abandoned building.
Opening the door, she (again she had no idea how) made him lie down on a small black couch. What could she do now? Jennifer had no idea. She was a teacher. A English teacher at that. The most exciting thing in her life were her therapy sessions, so obviously she didn´t know how to deal with bloody and half dead people that showed up out of nowhere.
"What do you want me to do?"
He wasn´t answering. She wasn´t even sure he was breathing which only made her feel worse. For some strange reason she felt connected to him. Maybe it was because he had saved her or maybe it was his non-ending aura of mystery that kept her intrigued. She didn´t know what it was nor did she cared. She was never a brave person, again she was a teacher, but right now she felt a never ending rush of courage and to her that was enough to make sure she stayed around and help the man who a few days ago had helped her.
Placing her hands and her ear next to his heart she could hear it beating albeit faintly.
"Derek! Derek, please don´t die!"
Obviously his heart needed something that forced him to keep pumping and since she couldn´t see any medical equipment around she did the only thing she thought of: she kissed him. Hard and passionate. She was acting so out of character that her own heart was beating wildly but her brain was encouraging her. You have to do this. For him. For Derek. You have to save him.
It took a while for him to respond, making her think it wasn´t working. But slowly his arms wrapped around her waist and his lips moved along with hers full of passion, well as much passion a severely hurt person could have. He opened his eyes and smiled. A honest and small smile.
"Thank you!"
"You´re welcome." She paused and placed her head on his chest. "This is not how I imagined our first date." He let out a small chuckle.
She let him rest for a couple of hours. He said he would recover faster so she didn´t question him. When he finally woke up she went to check on him. Who would´ve thought she would be Derek´s nurse? Nobody she was sure.
"How are you feeling?" She asked placing her hand on his still somewhat injured shoulder, making him look up.
"Still sore but nothing that time can´t heal." He looked at her and they kissed again and just like before she felt butterflies in her stomach. He was far from being healed but right now was a start.
