Walking down a sidewalk at night during a thunder storm probably wasn't the best idea she had. The young woman had no umbrella to shelter her from the chilling rain. The rain served as a purpose though, to clear the girl's clouded head. Her thoughts surrounding the medical test results she had gotten back an hour ago. She had collapsed last week for no reason and the doctors wanted to find out why, so the tests had been run.
Her body was slowly shutting down on itself. They couldn't figure out why it was happening, there was no cause that they could detect. She had decided to walk back home instead of getting a ride. She still couldn't wrap her head around the fact that she was dying. She couldn't even begin to imagine what she would tell John, her friend/father figure.
He already had enough stress on him with him dealing with his brain tumor. The young girl didn't want to add to that. She would have to be careful not to say anything out loud so Billy, John's living doll, wouldn't overhear and tell John. She sighed as she walked up the stairs that lead to her condo.
She was quick to close and lock her door behind her. She knew she wasn't being followed by anyone, but it didn't hurt to be cautious. She shed her wet clothes from her body, tossing them into the laundry basket to wash later. She jumped into the shower to warm up and wash away the days stress. Once she finished, she dried off with a fluffy gray towel. Dressing in a gray and black sports bra and a pair of soft black lounging pants, she headed to the kitchen to make a cup of hot chocolate.
She curled up on the couch as she waited for her liquid nectar to cool off enough for her not to burn her tongue. The T.V. was turned onto the news as the reporters warned all viewers to stay inside not only because of the weather but also because of the nameless killers that had been targeting the neighborhood. She had just turned off the volume when she heard a low tapping on the window.
She turned and saw a figure standing outside her window on the balcony. The figure was soaking wet from the storm it had been caught in. A blue mask covered the figures face, making it hard to tell the figure's identity. She was wary about letting someone she didn't know in, but when the figure tilted his head to the side like a puppy would when curious, she hurriedly opened the window and dragged the figure in.
She closed and locked the window back and turned to the person she had just pulled inside. He, because the person was definitely a male, was over 6ft tall. He wore a black hoodie with the hood up, hiding his hair color. His hoodie outlined well-muscled arms and broad shoulders. She had to look up at him as he was almost two feet taller.
"I take it that you are one of the nameless killers the news reporters have been raving about," she said in a soft voice.
The figure nodded slowly, as if he didn't know what to make of the female in front of him. He was used to screaming but the small brunet showed no fear, only curiosity and concern. No one had ever shown concern to him, let alone for him, which is exactly what it was. She was worried about him getting sick from being in the rain for so long.
"The bathroom is the first door to the right," she told him, "just put your clothes in the basket and I will wash them. I should have some clothes that could fit you until then."
The man followed her directions in a slight daze. He wasn't expecting this to happen. It made him wonder why the small brunet acted so nonchalant about him being a killer. While he bathed, allowing the hot water to warm his body up, the brunet gathered a clean pair of underwear, and a large pair of blue sleeping pants.
She knocked on the bathroom door to let him know she had dry clothes for him. He quickly snatched them out of her hands and dressed in them. He was drying his hair as he walked out, mask still in place. She had grabbed a brush while he was dressing, so she could help with his hair.
She pointed to the floor in front of her, indicating she where she wanted him to sit. He tilted his head like a curious puppy but did as directed. She began the process of drying his hair and brushing out the tangles. Soon his chestnut locks were dry and soft as a feather. He had almost fell asleep to the gentle treatment. Never had he felt so relaxed before.
"Up on the couch before you fall asleep," she said, "I'll go get you a spare pillow and blanket."
After she got up to do just that, that tall male laid down on the couch as she told him to. She came back, placing the pillow underneath his head and a large warm blanket over him. She shut the T.V. off so he could sleep. He slowly drifted off into Morpheus's embrace, while the small brunet watched over him.