"Jesus Christ! Tosh, are you ok?" Owen was practicalaly shouting a t me; panic evident in his voice. I was vaguagly aware of our close proximity and toching hands.
"Um...Yeah, yes." I shook my head to clear it but it simply made matters worse. I felt a warm liquid trickling down my forhead underneath my hand, which I then proceeded to move.
"Fuck, Tosh can you stand. I need to get you to the kitchen. He gently placed his and on the cut and applied a little bit of pressure and then put his other hand under my arm and hoiseted me up and leaned me on him. I stumbled at first but then began to manage. If only a little bit. We tottered to the kitchen together.
When we got there he place me gently on a char and kneeled in front of me. His hands, one framing my face and the other in my hair, and our close proximity was getting a bit much for me. My heart-rate increased and my blood began to pound and my mind began to wander.
My thoughts were interrupted by an unusually soft voice "You're perfectly fine, just stay away from stress and to much strenuious excersise."
I started to giggle and then it just progressed into full belly laughs which in their turn turned into uncontrollable sobs. I looked at Owen for a second before I sprang up from my chair and bolted out the front door and into the hallway of his apartment complex.
I didn't stop until I became aware of the biting cold. I had on only a t-shirt and nothing else. I opened the nearest door I saw and ran through it.
Steps. Covered in wee, but shelter. I had a thought to contact someone but I didn't have a phone. Shit. It was so cold and my head was still pounding. I closed my eyes for only a minute but when I woke I was in an unfamiliar bed.
A/N: Really short I know, sorry nut i'm just setting the story up. So I hope you enjoyed it.
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Poppy x
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