Chapter Two:

Belle watched the alien's chest rise and fall steadily as he slept on the small cot she had placed him on after having dragged him to the abandoned cabin.

She was reluctant to leave him here alone, but she needed to go back to town to get medical supplies anyway, and she needed to change clothes into something a bit more appropriate for dealing with a strange being.

Belle sighed and stood up. For a few minutes, she dug around in the drawers of an ancient dresser until she found a couple of torn up, but fairly clean t-shirts.

She shut the drawers and walked over to the alien, who was whimpering softly in his sleep. He had passed out half-way to the cabin, turning into dead weight for Belle to drag the rest of the way.

Carefully, Belle ripped the t-shirts into strips, and tied them around the worst of his wounds, luckily of which, all of them had stopped bleeding. After that, she used the remaining t-shirt strips to tie him to the bed frame, before throwing a woolen blanket she had found in the closet over him.

He may be hurt, but Belle wasn't taking any chances with him. He could still be quite dangerous, even if he was injured.

Belle surveyed her work, and deemed it would do for now.

Quietly, as to not wake him, she left the cabin, taking extra care to shut the door as quietly as she could, then she started the long trek home.

It didn't take her long to reach the main road, and after having waved down a taxi that was heading from Vertigo to town, she managed to get a quick ride to her apartment over the library.

It was nearly eleven at night by the time Belle arrived at her apartment. With a heavy sigh she plopped down onto her tiny sofa, relishing the comforting feeling the soft fabric brought her. But she couldn't lay about for the rest of the night, she had work to do. The alien's life depended on it.

Belle quickly threw off her high heels, and wiggled out of Ruby's skin tight dress, before she threw on the comfiest t-shirt and jeans she could find, and tied on her favorite pair of sneakers.

Satisfied with her new, much more appropriate outfit, Belle hurried into her kitchen, and raided the medicine cabinet.

She grabbed a douffel bag from a new by closet, and tossed several rolls of bandages into it, along with triple anibotic, stitches, band-aides and three bottles of water, plus a cantine she filled with water and threw in as well. She would need plenty of it to clean his wounds before she used the disinfectant.

She was tempted to throw in a few medications as well, but decided against it at the last moment, she didn't know what the chemicals in the medicine would do to his system, and she didn't want to accidently poison him.

Then she threw in a few other helpful items, such as rope, matches, and a latern, along with a box of cerial for tomorrow morning.

She went to her bed room and grabbed a pillow, blanket, flashlight, and a can of pepper spray, just in case the alien was hostile, and threw them in her bag as well, before she zipped it shut.

She grabbed the bag, and went outside, and down the stairs to where her car was parked in the parking lot.

Juggling her keys in one hand, and the duffel bag straps in the other, she unlocked her car door, and threw the duffel bag into the passanger's seat before sliding into the driver's seat and shutting the car door.

After belting herself in, and having turner her car on, she checked her phone to find several messages from her friends, as well as her father and fiancé Gaston Adian.

Ruby: Hope you feel better B, We found MM, she was chatting with some guy named David.

Moe French: Regina told me you don't feel so good and came home, you need anything sweetie?

Gaston: Where r u, thought u was coming to my place 2nite after ur party.

Belle sighed, no matter how many times she had asked him to, her fiancé still refused to use proper English when he was texting her. It was a little pet peeve of Belle's that Gaston had never taken notice of.

Belle texted all of them back to let them know that she was fine, and then shut her phone off again and started driving towards the woods where the abandoned cabin lay.

She parked near the edge of the woods, and got out, yawning sleepily. Belle shook herself and reminded herself of her task, that woke her right up.

She grabbed her duffel bag and trekked through the woods until she found the cabin, and went inside.

To her relief, the alien was still sleeping soundly, if not restlessly on the cot where she had left him. But then again, he would be uncomfortable from the make shift ropes binding him to the cot frame. But he would have to deal with that discomfort until Belle was sure he meant her no harm. She may be empathetic, but she wasn't stupid.

Quickly, Belle took out a few matches, and lit a lantern, before she placed it onto a nearby table; the flickering flames lighting up the entire room.

Next she took out her medical supplies, and the rope.

She went over to the injured alien, and took the blanket off of him, and cut through the fabric strips binding him to the cot with her pocket knife. Then she placed her closed pocket knife back into her jeans pocket.

The alien wore a thick leather shirt, and jacket, both badly torn, along with leather trousers that had faired better than his jacket and shirt. Protecting his feet were thick, knee high boots, laced all the way up.

Swallowing nervously, Belle removed the alien's jacket and shirt, tossing them off to the side before she moved onto his boots, setting to the task of unlacing them.

After she removed his fancy boots, she tugged his leather trousers down, and was quite relieved to see that he had a pair of boxers on, which she was surprised to find wasn't made of leather, unlike the rest of his attire.

She was also happy to see that his lower body had faired quite well apart from the massive bruising along his left leg.

Belle leaned over him and very gently touched the bruised area, immediately, the alien whimpered in pain.

Belle removed her hand, and set about the task of cleaning, disinfecting, stitching, and bandaging his wounds.

By the time she was done, her limbs felt like lead, and her head ached. Hoover Dam, she was exhausted.

She pulled out her pocket knife, and cut the rope into differing lengths, before she used some of it to once again tie the alien to the bed.

I hope the rope doesn't cut into his wrist and ankles, but I don't want him loose in the cabin. He could've been out to harm humans before his ship crashed Belle thought as she shoved the remaining pieces of rope into her bag.

Belle sat down on the dusty floor and pulled out her blanket and pillow. She rearranged her blanket and pillow to her liking, before she laid down and went straight to sleep.

The sound of rustling woke Belle the next morning. Light was filtering through the dirty cabin windows, while the lantern had blown out some time during the night.

Belle stretched and yawned, glancing over to see the alien was struggling against the ropes holding him down.

Belle leapt to her feet, her heart pounding, eyes wide. He was awake already?

Belle snuck over to the edge of the cot and looked down at him, before she sighed in relief. He was just thrashing about in his sleep, he wasn't awake yet. That meant she still had a little longer to figure out what to do with him once he was awake.

Swiftly, she checked his bandages, and replaced those that needed it. Then she steeled herself and inspected his injured leg.

It was worse, much worse.

The light brown bruising from yesterday had turned into a dark brown, and had swollen up some. She checked again for broken bones, or fractures, but once again she found nothing of serious injury apart from the bruising. But that didn't seem to help the alien any, he started screaming and sobbing the moment she touched the bruised area.

She went back to her bag and dug through her medical supplies, after a while, she ended up just putting triple antibiotic on the bruised area, not sure what else to do to help his leg heal.

Next, she grabbed a water bottle, and hoping he also needed to stay hydrated, she opened his mouth and poured some water down his throat.

After having taken care of the alien's needs, Belle sat down at the table in the cabin's small kitchen and ate the cerial she had brought with her.

She texted her friends, father and fiancé to tell them that she had gone out for a walk, and would be arriving at the library late. Another lie, and more guilt, but she couldn't let them in on her secret just yet.

A low groan coming from the bedroom of the cabin caught her attention, and Belle ran swiftly into the bedroom, eyes widening in shock.

The alien's amber reptilian eyes were wide open, and he was struggling to free himself from the rope that bound him to the cot. He was awake.

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