Chapter 2

Angel on My Doorstep

She places the girl gently on her couch. She then runs into the bathroom and searches frantically through the medicine cabinet. Alright, I have a girl in my house, who I don't even know. She is bleeding, and unconscious on my couch. I need to find something to stop the bleeding. She picks up a box of gauze and medical tape. This should help. Thank goodness I am in a nursing course, or else I don't know what would happen to this girl. She runs back to the front room, after grabbing some alcohol, cotton balls and some pain killers. The girl is still lying on the couch, as she kneels down beside her. "Alright." She says to herself, trying to calm herself down. The only time she has ever performed any type of first aid on someone, it was a dummy. She's helped a few stray animals that were injured, but this was her first time on a real person. So she took a few deep breaths. "I can do this." She first checked her pulse. It wouldn't look good if she had a dead girl in her house. She picked up the girls arm, and rolled back her sleeve. Wow. She is really pretty. I wonder how she ended up like this. "It's faint, but it's stable." She had to check her temperature next. So she leaned in and pressed her forehead against hers. She blushes a little when her skin touched hers. So soft, and white. Except for this circle. "Oh no, she is starting to run a slight fever. I need to do something quick." She then took off her clothes, so she could feel more relaxed. As she was unzipping the jump suit, her heart began to race. I don't know if I should be doing this. How will she act if she, all of a sudden, found herself naked in a stranger's house? But I need to get her temperature down. It's dangerous if she catches a fever now in her current condition. When she got it off, she was shocked at what she saw. She really is beautiful. Her skin is so white. Wait. I shouldn't be thinking about something like that. I have a job to do. She berated herself. "She is really bruised up here. I think a couple of ribs might be fractured." She thought to herself. But maybe I'm wrong. I hope I'm wrong, and they are just bruises. She then turned her attention to the most urgent matter at hand, her damaged head. "I really hope it's not that bad. If it is, then I might have to take her to the hospital." As she brushed her hand across her forehead. Such beautiful white hair. It looks almost silver. I wonder if she dyes it. She must. She moves the hair, the girl started to stir.

"No hospital." She said in a barely audible tone.

"But, you don't understand. If it is really serious, then I will have no other choice. I can't do everything if it's a really bad…" she stops talking noticing the girl go back to sleep. It can't be helped. I guess I won't go to the hospital. I just hope it's not that bad. She turns her attention back towards her head, where it seemed to be bleeding. "Oh… okay." She says as she inhales deeply. "It's not that bad. But judging by how she keeps going in and out of consciousness, she might have a concussion. I'll have to check her pupils." She moves her hands towards her eye lids and gently opens them. Her green eyes widened as she saw hers. What? They are completely white. Turns her attention towards something in them. Wait. There seems to be a black dot at the bottom of each eye. Is she blind? If so, then it's pointless. But it is a waste. "Well, in any case, I'm going to have to do something about the bleeding." She takes out the cotton balls, and douses them with alcohol. She then gently rubs the slight gash on her head. The girl feels the sting on the liquid and tenses up at the touch. But soon relaxes. She continues to clean her wound and then dresses it with gauze, then followed by the medical tape. When she finished, she looked at the girl, who lay there on her couch, sleeping like a baby. "I wonder just how long she is going to sleep?" she wonders to herself. "Well," she abruptly says as she stands up. "I'm going to go to sleep myself. I do have scho" Wait. There is no way that I can go to school with her here. Oh man. What am I going to do? She asks herself the question a hundred times before lying down on her bed. "What ever. I'll just figure it out in the morning. I'm sure everything will be clear by then." She lies sprawled out on her bed, exhausted from the preceding events, and drifts off into a docile dream.

The next morning, she got up, this time having a reason to not want to, turned over under her sheets and unplugged the alarm.

"I'm not going to go to school today. I have to stay here." Her mind drifted back towards the girl that lies asleep on her couch. I need to make sure that she is going to be alright. I'll wait till she wakes up, then I'll go back.

After getting another hour of sleep, she reluctantly gets out of bed. She jumps into the shower, brushes her teeth, and then goes into the kitchen to make breakfast. As she was breaking the eggs, she noticed the girl on her couch shift a little. So she walked over and noticed that she has relieved herself on the couch. I should have seen this coming. She says as she lets out a sigh. She stands up and goes to the bathroom and retrieves a wash cloth, a towel, a bucket, some soap and a cover, before returning. When she walked back into the room, the girl was moving her head, trying to find out where she was coming from. Noticing her movement, she tried talking to her. "Hey, umm, I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to have to bathe you alright?" she says while holding her breath. The girl seemed to understand, and continued to lay there.

She then soaked the wash cloth, lathered it up with the soap, and began to go over her body. She tried to hide her blushing face as she went over her soft, smooth, white skin. Wow. She really has a great body. She gulped when she made it to her breasts. She just stared for a moment. A burning sensation was suddenly in her cheeks, as she went over them with the cloth. They are a little bigger than mine, but they are firm. Wait. Why am I thinking about something like this now? She then noticed that she still had to go there. A place where all women consider a place where only they can go. She looked up into her face and asked, "Umm, is it alright if I wash your… umm…" the girl only nodded as a response. She, feeling a bit uncomfortable with touching another girl there, closed her eyes as she finished and dried her off. "I should check her temperature now. I hope it went down." She told herself aloud. She leaned in and felt her forehead. "Great. It seems like it's gone now." She let out a sigh of relief. "She seems to be awake, but I don't think she can move around yet. And pretty soon, she is going to have to eat." There is only one way to feed her. "I guess it can't be helped." She says to herself as she stands up and returns to the kitchen.

After she finished cooking, she brought the food back to the girl. Now, her eyes were open. She was looking right at Momomi as she walked over with the tray of food. So white. "Oh, you're awake?" Momomi says with a start. "I thought you were going to be out of it for a while." Takes a seat on the floor next to the couch. "Do you think you can eat something?" she asks with a smile.

The girl tries to sit up on the couch, but slumps back down. She was like a new born calf trying to walk. Momomi noticed and waved her hand. "You don't need to strain yourself. It's okay." She takes a piece of bacon from the tray and places a part of it in her mouth. "Chew." She said, sounding like a mother talking to her baby. The girl tried to chew, but almost choking on the food, she spit it back up. Momomi wiped her mouth and smiled slightly. A thought of a mother trying to feed her newborn ran through her mind. "It's okay. I know what to do." She smiled as she put the bacon into her mouth and started chewing. A blush ran across her face, because of the thought of what she has to do. I guess I have to. She leaned in and placed her mouth on hers. She then softly forced the food into her mouth. She swallowed and looked at her. Her expression never changed. She kept a calm demeanor. Momomi on the other hand had thought running through her mind at a fast pace. They are soft. Due to her thought, she almost swallowed the food herself.

When she finished, she stood up and started cleaning the room. She noticed her jump suit on the floor. When she grabbed it, she noticed that it had some weight to it, and there was a jingle in one of her pockets. Before she could check the pockets, it fell out.

What's this? She picks it up. A dog tag? Does that mean she is in the military? Well, at least I'll know her name from this. Huh? There is only a number: XIII. Thirteen? What could that mean? She shrugs her shoulders. As she continues to stare at the tag, the suit slips out of her arms and makes a thud on the floor. Huh? What's that? She picks it up and goes through the pockets. What? A knife. And a wing shaped razor on a string. I guess that she is a soldier. Either that or she is really into cosplay. I'll just ask her another time.

After she throws their clothes into the wash, she goes back into the front room and takes a seat next to the girl. She seemed to have fallen asleep. Taking her lead, she also went to sleep. When she woke up from her nap, she realized that it was already getting dark outside. So she decided that it was time that she made dinner. So she got up and went back to work in the kitchen. When she finished, she went back to feed her. When she couldn't eat anymore, she went back to her room and fell out on the bed again.

The following three days seemed to go by the same way. Momomi washed her, fed her, and reapplied bandages.

When Momomi woke up on the fourth day, she found the girl sitting up on the couch staring out the window. She seemed to be lost in thought. Her facial expression never changed. Momomi looked at her for 10 whole minutes without a change in features.

"Can I help you with something?" her voice sounding rather cold and mean, but it was soft. Considering that she was kept alive by Momomi.

"Oh… I didn't mean to stare. I was just surprised to see you up." Momomi said startled. The least you could say is thank you.

"I am better now." She says as she turns her attention towards her. Her eyes now wide open. The light seemed to shine right off of her eyes. It was blinding. She could tell now that she wasn't blind, because she was looking right at her. Those pearls wouldn't look anywhere else. It kind of made her feel a bit uncomfortable. She never had anyone look at her so intently before.

She stammered, trying to find the right words. "So… what happened to get you like that?" she couldn't bare to bring herself to eye contact.

"I don't know." She said calmly.

"You don't know?" Momomi repeated. Shocked at what she has heard.

She repeats. "No. I don't know."

It's as I thought. She walks slowly closer towards her. The girls' eyes continue watching her. Never leaving her for an instant. As if she were sure that she was going to do something. "Can you do me a favor?"

"And what might that be?" still, no change in facial expression.

"I need you to look at me for a moment." Momomi says as she starts to stare into her eyes.

"Alright." She complies.

As she stares into her eyes, she feels a shiver shoot through her body. A feeling of terror and emptiness filled her. Making her completely forget why she asked her to look into her eyes in the first place. No, not again. Not again. Daddy……… Help me. She quickly looks away from her. Staring into her eyes seemed to bring up memories of a past that is better off forgotten. The girl looked at her. This time her facial features changed, only a little, and for a brief second, her eyebrows arched, before returning back to normal.

"Are you alright?" she asked in a cynical voice.

"Yes, I … I'm alright." She tried to catch her breath. "Tell me, what happened."

"I don't know. I only remember when you were feeding me."

"You don't know?" Momomi repeated, again.

"No, I don't." Just why does she keep repeating everything I say? Does she not believe me? For what reason does she has to distrust me?

A concussion, and from the sounds of it, it's long term. "Okay. So, where do you live?"

"I don't know."

"Alright, I can see that this is going nowhere."

"What is your name." she says, in more of a statement, than a question.

"Well," Momomi started as she stuttered, suddenly taken aback by her sudden brashness. "My name is Momomi… Momomi Ayana. What is your name?"

"I don't know."

"Well, I think you should have a name." Momomi suggests with a smile.

"Why? I don't see the need for one. The purpose for a name is to differentiate between different organisms of the same species. As long as I know you are talking to me, the there is no reason for me to have one." Her tone almost cold. She seemed to get straight to the point. Which sort of put Momomi on edge.

"Well, I would like to be able to call you something. How about Treize?"

"That sounds acceptable." She replied.

A slight frown appeared on her face. Quickly, she replaced it with a small smile. I wish you would sound just a bit happier about it. "Great. From now on your name is Treize."