Rose felt a cold feeling all over her face. She tried to open her eyes, but felt dizzy. "Jack?" She whispered. She didn't feel like she was on pavement, on the contrary, the surface felt soft and warm.
"Rose, it's me..." Rose opened her eyes, and after recognizing her savior, she closed them again. "Rose, I was so worried, you were gone for a while, over 2 hours. So I went to look for you. I wasn't sure where you would go, but I had an idea it would be near the pier, but I didn't see you anywhere. Then I turned down this street, and saw you on the ground. Boy, did my heart go up my throat there..." He dabbed her forehead with the damp towel again.
"What happened? All I remember is the men, and then I got dizzy, and everything got black. My head hurts very bad." Rose said, trying to clear up her jumbled thoughts.
"Men? What men? Rose, did something happen to you?"
"Oh, no. I got away. One ripped sleeve... I slapped... then ran..." Rose said these fragments, trying to piece together what happened. The pain in her head rang, and she felt very tired.
"Okay, I think you're not in good enough condition to tell what happened. I hope you're all right. You must have hit your head on the bench or something when you fell. We need to get home somehow; we're only in the grass near where I found you. I'll have to hail a cab or something." Jack looked around, and then picked Rose up, and she lay limp in his arms, feeling very tired.
Soon, Jack was able to hail down a Taxi, and set Rose carefully inside. Jack gave the driver instructions to the apartment, and then turned his attention back to Rose, who was sleeping, though there was a bump on her head, and her arm was bruised in a few places. When they arrived, Jack paid quickly, and then carried Rose into the room. A few moments after she was laid on the bed, she stirred and opened her eyes.
"I don't feel so well." She said simply, and then curled up to get more comfortable.
"It's been a long day so far, and it's only 1:00." Jack said back, watching her sleep. He stroked her hair, hoping she got better soon. "Sleep well, my Rose." He got up and moved over to pick up his portfolio. He decided to take this time to draw Rose; sleeping soundly.
"Rose, it's me..." Rose opened her eyes, and after recognizing her savior, she closed them again. "Rose, I was so worried, you were gone for a while, over 2 hours. So I went to look for you. I wasn't sure where you would go, but I had an idea it would be near the pier, but I didn't see you anywhere. Then I turned down this street, and saw you on the ground. Boy, did my heart go up my throat there..." He dabbed her forehead with the damp towel again.
"What happened? All I remember is the men, and then I got dizzy, and everything got black. My head hurts very bad." Rose said, trying to clear up her jumbled thoughts.
"Men? What men? Rose, did something happen to you?"
"Oh, no. I got away. One ripped sleeve... I slapped... then ran..." Rose said these fragments, trying to piece together what happened. The pain in her head rang, and she felt very tired.
"Okay, I think you're not in good enough condition to tell what happened. I hope you're all right. You must have hit your head on the bench or something when you fell. We need to get home somehow; we're only in the grass near where I found you. I'll have to hail a cab or something." Jack looked around, and then picked Rose up, and she lay limp in his arms, feeling very tired.
Soon, Jack was able to hail down a Taxi, and set Rose carefully inside. Jack gave the driver instructions to the apartment, and then turned his attention back to Rose, who was sleeping, though there was a bump on her head, and her arm was bruised in a few places. When they arrived, Jack paid quickly, and then carried Rose into the room. A few moments after she was laid on the bed, she stirred and opened her eyes.
"I don't feel so well." She said simply, and then curled up to get more comfortable.
"It's been a long day so far, and it's only 1:00." Jack said back, watching her sleep. He stroked her hair, hoping she got better soon. "Sleep well, my Rose." He got up and moved over to pick up his portfolio. He decided to take this time to draw Rose; sleeping soundly.