Hey! Sorry I'm so late in writing, but look at it this way! Its
summer and I've got nothing but time on my hands! Well, while I'm boring
you to death I could actually be writing... even though I don't exactly
remember where I left off, and I'm too lazy to sit down and read all of it.
So I'm just gonna try to play of my instincts. Here goes!
Serena woke up, but didn't sit up. She didn't feel like it. Sooner or later Sammy or her mom would pop in the room and remind her that it was a school day, and if she was late one more to school shed be grounded for the rest of her teenage career. She closed her eyes and tried to get a whiff of her father's famous pancakes, or her mom's strawberry waffles. She didn't detect any of this, but instead smelled scrambled eggs and a whiff of... ham? She never remembered her parents ever cooking ham in the morning. And last she checked her mom couldn't stand eggs.
It didn't take long for Serena to notice that her room wasn't painted blue. She shot up quickly and looked around. Her head responded as quickly as she did, and when she reached up to touch it she found a huge white bandage. She tried to concentrate on her surroundings. She was in a blue room, with a little TV and was pretty junky. Clothes were everywhere and bills were pilled up on the nightstand beside her. Se looked under the covers she had over her and seen she wasn't in her clothes: but in a huge white shirt.
Who the HELL removed her clothes?!
'How did I get here? I didn't drink last night! Was I raped?!' As thoughts filled up in her mind she felt her head increase in pain. But she couldn't help it.
'Where am I? Are my parents looking for me? I remember walking around outside and... Maybe this person hit me on he back of my head and brought me here!!' The worse part was she didn't know who this stranger was or where he was right now. All she knew was that he certainly wasn't going to let her leave so easily. She got up and out of the bed, but fell down just as quickly. She was still recovering from her head wound. Trying to get back up caused her world to get shaky and spin around. This was too much pressure on her head for her to function fully. She blacked out again.
I crept quietly up to my apartment and opened the door. I turned on the light before returning back to my car and retrieving the prize I found on the street. I was extra careful with how I did it. She had a huge head wound and I could put her in a coma if I moved her the wrong way. I checked my surroundings to see if any one was outside right now. I'm sure if anyone seen this it would look like I knocked out a girl and carried her home for my own perverted activities. I really didn't feel like any jail charges at the time, so I decided to be sneaky about how I got her in to my home.
Around this time at night the hospital was closed, and even the emergency room shut down for the night. I didn't have any real choice. I hope she doesn't end up in the 'Missing' category of the news tomorrow. She looked it, but I'm sure she's not that old. Her parents were gonna freak.
As soon as I dragged her in to my room and placed her on my bed I went back to my car and locked up everything, and making sure once more that there were no eyewitnesses. I ran back up to my home and wasted no time in applying pressure to her wound. Her clothes were soaked in blood. I prayed she'd make it through the night. She was turning a bit pale. As soon as her head wound lightened up, I took an old shirt and carefully tied it around her head. It would hold until tomorrow morning, when she could go and get professional help.
I had taken care of everything on her except... her clothes. Like I said, they were soaked. I carefully unbuttoned the blouse she was wearing, which revealed a white push bra. She didn't have much, but it sure did look very... anyway. I moved her only slightly to get the blouse off. I put her shirt to the side. Next came her mini skirt. Being a man, it was really hard for me to resist looking while I was undressing her. Its not everyday you find a attractive young lady that actually needs you to take her clothes off... especially because she couldn't. I slowly pulled it down, knowing she couldn't move at all. She couldn't feel a thing. I finally got to see her full figure, and I can't say I wasn't impressed. It was the best figure I've seen in my life (set aside from pornography). This image wouldn't leave my head for a long time.
As expected, I felt a friend of mine perk up. I guess he was tired of looking, and wanted part of the action. I ignored him, and went to my closet and retrieved another shirt on put on her. As I gently moved her to put it on, I felt my hand magically slip down to her waistline. It traced up her navel and back down. I rubbed and massaged at her stomach, knowing that was the only place I could touch her with out practically ripping off her precious white panties and doing something I would soon regret. I closed my eyes and thought about the outcome of this event: statutory rape, major jail time, job loss, college drop out and on and on...
I finally put on the dumb shirt and picked her up, slipping her under the covers of my bed. I grabbed a pillow from her left, and as I walked out of my room, turned off the lights. I hoped she was comfortable. I had a sexy unconscious blonde in my room, in my bed, half-naked, and couldn't do a thing about it. I'm not the kind of person to take that kind of advantage. Well... maybe if she were half-conscious.
But I made myself a bed out of my couch with a pillow and a sheet. I flipped through plenty of channels, trying to keep my mind of the girl in my bedroom. She looked a bit... familiar. That's probably because she stops by the arcade every once in a while, but still. Maybe I was just being paranoid. I noticed that my body member was still standing hard, and calmed it down (you know exactly what I'm talking about so don't expect any details) by thinking of porno I had last seen. When I finally beat long john to death, settled down and went to sleep.
....
The next morning I went in and checked to see if sleeping Beauty was awake or still resting. I peaked in and seen she was all right, probably thinking that because her hair was totaled and she was drooling. I chuckled at this scene before realizing she was going to be as hungry as a bear when she woke up. The shirt on her head was still white, signaling that she didn't need to go to the doctor immediately. I left the room to go make breakfast. It would at least give her an energy boost.
I was just about done cooking when I heard a loud thump in my bedroom...
Things started to fade back into place as I opened my eyes to a tray filled with food. As I said, scrambled eggs with red and green peppers inside, and ham with fried potatoes on the side. Orange juice stood beside my meal. I looked at it for a while, wondering to myself if this were real. I was dying of starvation, and my senses were playing tricks on me. The door cracked open and in came a man with another try, startling me so bad that I had to catch the orange juice so it wouldn't spill (Hey! It is real food!!).
The guy looked at me and smiled. I was scared out of my mind, because this was the stranger who I think may have raped me.
"Are you alright? Can you eat anything?" I heard his surprisingly calm voice for the first time. I covered myself with the sheets, but remembered that he had ready got a peek at what I was trying to hide. I glared at him. He looked at me a little longer. Maybe he really was worried about me.
"Are you alright?" He repeated again, slower as if I was retarded. I nodded my head. If he were a psycho, then I wouldn't want to do or say anything that would tick him off.
"That's nice to hear." He smiled. It was a nice warm smile, something you do but never really get back when you're living in Tokyo. I should have guessed he wasn't from around here.
The man noticed my discomfort of being around him and quickly explained. "Please! Don't get the wrong idea! I'm really sorry if you did. I didn't bring you here... purposely. I.. I found you on the ground and... none of the hospitals were open so..." He was blushing. He was a shy person. That still didn't mean I trusted him. But it eased me a little. I spoke softly. "Thank you." I took my orange juice and drunk down half of it. I didn't want to really hear his story. I was afraid wasn't going to believe it. My head was pounding, and thinking wasn't a good idea at the time. "...You're welcome." There was a silence for a while as we both ate. I wasn't afraid to show him my eating skills, either. I gobbled down the first plate and asked for seconds, and he laughed at me and went to refill my plate. "Sorry I didn't have much for you to eat on," He said, "I have to make groceries. I didn't plan on an unexpected visitor, so.." "It's alright. This is wonderful. Where did you learn to cook?" He explained that he worked as a restaurant cook as a part time job, and also did a little cooking at the Arcade. "I flip the burgers and do the fries there." He laughed as he said he considered that to be cooking too. "I go to the Arcade almost everyday. I go there to see..." I stopped. I thought about Darien. Do I blame him for everything that's happened to me so far? Yeah. Hell yeah. If I wouldn't have seen him and Raye at the Arcade, I'd probably be in school now, drooling yet trying to stay awake and listen to one of my teacher's long lectures. But I'm here. Stuck here with someone I didn't know, yet only talking to him and being nice to him... because in a way it eases my pain. "To see...?" I heard him repeat my last phrase. "...The latest Sailor V games. You can never put a real release date on them. They're so mysterious. That's probably why I like them." I heard him chuckle. In a way, it did ease my pain. To have someone that didn't know me listen to me and laugh at me. He didn't know my back round. And why should he? 'Hey let me tell you, guy, since we probably wont see each other again, about myself. I'm this hopeless love struck girl who's crazy over my newly ex boyfriend who fucked my best friend and plans to marry her one day. Oh, and let me not forget to tell you on how EVERYBODY in the whole damn world knew about it, but refused to tell me because they were afraid it would "hurt me too much." So basically, that's who I am, how about you're self?' My thoughts were interrupted when I felt his eyes on me. They had been there a long time. I looked in to his eyes. They were beautiful. The tone he had when he wasn't smiling was gorgeous. Like he was trying to think, but couldn't. I silently laughed to myself, but quickly changed the subject. "Did you have fun last night?" He glanced at me, trying to understand what I was asking him. "What...?" "As far as I can remember, I was wearing clothes last night. Now I have on a shirt." "Don't take it that way!! I had to undress you... because there was blood all over you're clothes, and..." He was blushing, yet trying to defend himself. Yep, he had a great time last night. "It's just that... when an injured person is treated all contaminated clothing must be removed to prevent any infections." I looked at him for second. "I... want to be a doctor. I only have the two jobs to pay my way through college." I smiled. "That must be why you took such great care of me." He stopped, and smiled back. "I guess so." He looked at his watch. "Oh man, Its almost 11:30, and I'm sure you have school. Why don't you take a bath and get dressed. I washed you're clothes for you last night so you can put em back on. We have to get to the hospital first though, because from the looks of it, you need stitches." I thought it was really nice of him to care for me at the time, but the sound of me getting stitches put butterflies in my stomach. "I'm not going to school today." I said softly, thinking about Raye. "After we leave the hospital, take me home, please." He smiled again. "Sure.'"
She turned out to be more than I thought. She was actually a sweet heart. The more I talked to her the more I felt like she was my baby sister. The only difference is I never tried to feel my baby sister up.
I helped her wobble in to the bathroom, where she shooed me out so she could shower. I laid out her outfit so that soon as she got out she could find it. I also went into my closet and got me out a simple with shirt and deep blue jeans. I waited for her and occupied my mind from other thoughts, by cleaning up the big mess I made in the kitchen. That didn't stop me from wanting to jump in side the shower with her. Hey, she is like a little sister, but she's not related to me right? So its not incest!!' I laughed at my own stupidity. And to think I would have never got to meet such an interesting person if I hadn't have saved her life! She was in and out of the shower in split seconds, or all of my thinking passed time by. Either way that didn't stop me from looking at her body. I didn't notice the way her clothes looked on her last night, (probably because she couldn't move) but I sure did today. The skirt was shorter than it appeared, and her blouse was only half buttoned.
'She's a teenager... only a teenager... and teens aren't for touching.' I repeated that over and over in my head. It was a tactic I used to avoid attracting myself to her. It worked... half the time. "I'm ready to go." She spoke bravely. She must not have been afraid of me anymore. Not that I'm sure she was. It was just that look she gave me in the room that bothered me earlier. Her hair was now slicked back and wet. She took off the shirt and replaced it back on her head when she was threw showering, I could see that easily. She was beautiful, yet sexy at the same time. I've never been so intimidated by anyone in my entire life. She smirked at me. "Are you positive you didn't do anything to me last night?" "Positive." "Ok, then lets go."
I stepped out of his car and faced Tokyo hospital. I hadn't been there in a while, so it was no surprise that I was amazed by how big it was. I heard a voice from behind me say "Go in to the Emergency room. They'll take quicker care of you're wound." I wasn't exactly dumb and knew that myself. And started off in that direction. I let the woman at the front desk take a peak at my head, and she sent me flying to a room with a doctor in tact as fast as I got there. "You know," The doctor started as he looked over my head for the billionth time, "This room is really deep. It's a surprise you can stand at all. You should have at least had a concussion. Yet... you're here and just fine." "I had... help with my wound." I stated, unsure of what to say. I couldn't even say the guy's name. I didn't now it. "He's training to be a doctor." "Well, I'd say he'd make a good one. He's really benefited your injury." "Thanks." Before the doctor went to pull out his kit full of needles, I popped another question out. "Doctor?" "Ma'am?" "Is there a way you can check to see when I last had sexual intercourse?"
I walked out worse than I walked in. I had a headache the size of an atom bomb. The doctor stitched me up and gave me a few pills to ease my pain. He told me it was going to last for a few days. I seen the same car I got out of pull up to meet me at the curb. I got in. "What the doctor say?" I looked at him and smiled. "He said that you were a miracle worker and would make an excellent doctor some day." He blushed, while I continued on. "You're a really honest person." He looked at me with confusion (which is a really cute face for him.) "You really didn't do anything to me last night. Did you?" He laughed. "You got yourself checked?! Whoa, And I thought you trusted me!" I laughed with him. I kinda figured he didn't fuck me. Any one else would have, but he didn't. I laughed until my head got tired of me and demanded me to stop. I held for a second, as if to coax the pain away. "We'd better get you home. Would you like me to help explain things to your parents for you?" I chuckled. "You mean the way you tried to explain things to me? Yeah, it'll go go over smoothly. Just drop me off at the corner I point to. It'll be fine." He listened. The rest of the way home was weirdly quiet. Maybe we both still felt weird with the turn of events that led to us meeting each other. I was still a little shaky about it. As I seen my stop come up I tapped his shoulder. He pulled over for me and checked once to more to see if I needed him to drop me off at my house. "I keep telling you I'm fine!" He smiled at me. "Just trying to help." "Well, you can help me with one thing." "Anything," "You're name. I never got the name of my hero." He blushed slightly. "Well.. It's Silver. It's my nickname, but people know me better by Silver. I'm a bit new around here." "Well, Silver. Welcome to Tokyo. I'm Serena."
Serena woke up, but didn't sit up. She didn't feel like it. Sooner or later Sammy or her mom would pop in the room and remind her that it was a school day, and if she was late one more to school shed be grounded for the rest of her teenage career. She closed her eyes and tried to get a whiff of her father's famous pancakes, or her mom's strawberry waffles. She didn't detect any of this, but instead smelled scrambled eggs and a whiff of... ham? She never remembered her parents ever cooking ham in the morning. And last she checked her mom couldn't stand eggs.
It didn't take long for Serena to notice that her room wasn't painted blue. She shot up quickly and looked around. Her head responded as quickly as she did, and when she reached up to touch it she found a huge white bandage. She tried to concentrate on her surroundings. She was in a blue room, with a little TV and was pretty junky. Clothes were everywhere and bills were pilled up on the nightstand beside her. Se looked under the covers she had over her and seen she wasn't in her clothes: but in a huge white shirt.
Who the HELL removed her clothes?!
'How did I get here? I didn't drink last night! Was I raped?!' As thoughts filled up in her mind she felt her head increase in pain. But she couldn't help it.
'Where am I? Are my parents looking for me? I remember walking around outside and... Maybe this person hit me on he back of my head and brought me here!!' The worse part was she didn't know who this stranger was or where he was right now. All she knew was that he certainly wasn't going to let her leave so easily. She got up and out of the bed, but fell down just as quickly. She was still recovering from her head wound. Trying to get back up caused her world to get shaky and spin around. This was too much pressure on her head for her to function fully. She blacked out again.
I crept quietly up to my apartment and opened the door. I turned on the light before returning back to my car and retrieving the prize I found on the street. I was extra careful with how I did it. She had a huge head wound and I could put her in a coma if I moved her the wrong way. I checked my surroundings to see if any one was outside right now. I'm sure if anyone seen this it would look like I knocked out a girl and carried her home for my own perverted activities. I really didn't feel like any jail charges at the time, so I decided to be sneaky about how I got her in to my home.
Around this time at night the hospital was closed, and even the emergency room shut down for the night. I didn't have any real choice. I hope she doesn't end up in the 'Missing' category of the news tomorrow. She looked it, but I'm sure she's not that old. Her parents were gonna freak.
As soon as I dragged her in to my room and placed her on my bed I went back to my car and locked up everything, and making sure once more that there were no eyewitnesses. I ran back up to my home and wasted no time in applying pressure to her wound. Her clothes were soaked in blood. I prayed she'd make it through the night. She was turning a bit pale. As soon as her head wound lightened up, I took an old shirt and carefully tied it around her head. It would hold until tomorrow morning, when she could go and get professional help.
I had taken care of everything on her except... her clothes. Like I said, they were soaked. I carefully unbuttoned the blouse she was wearing, which revealed a white push bra. She didn't have much, but it sure did look very... anyway. I moved her only slightly to get the blouse off. I put her shirt to the side. Next came her mini skirt. Being a man, it was really hard for me to resist looking while I was undressing her. Its not everyday you find a attractive young lady that actually needs you to take her clothes off... especially because she couldn't. I slowly pulled it down, knowing she couldn't move at all. She couldn't feel a thing. I finally got to see her full figure, and I can't say I wasn't impressed. It was the best figure I've seen in my life (set aside from pornography). This image wouldn't leave my head for a long time.
As expected, I felt a friend of mine perk up. I guess he was tired of looking, and wanted part of the action. I ignored him, and went to my closet and retrieved another shirt on put on her. As I gently moved her to put it on, I felt my hand magically slip down to her waistline. It traced up her navel and back down. I rubbed and massaged at her stomach, knowing that was the only place I could touch her with out practically ripping off her precious white panties and doing something I would soon regret. I closed my eyes and thought about the outcome of this event: statutory rape, major jail time, job loss, college drop out and on and on...
I finally put on the dumb shirt and picked her up, slipping her under the covers of my bed. I grabbed a pillow from her left, and as I walked out of my room, turned off the lights. I hoped she was comfortable. I had a sexy unconscious blonde in my room, in my bed, half-naked, and couldn't do a thing about it. I'm not the kind of person to take that kind of advantage. Well... maybe if she were half-conscious.
But I made myself a bed out of my couch with a pillow and a sheet. I flipped through plenty of channels, trying to keep my mind of the girl in my bedroom. She looked a bit... familiar. That's probably because she stops by the arcade every once in a while, but still. Maybe I was just being paranoid. I noticed that my body member was still standing hard, and calmed it down (you know exactly what I'm talking about so don't expect any details) by thinking of porno I had last seen. When I finally beat long john to death, settled down and went to sleep.
....
The next morning I went in and checked to see if sleeping Beauty was awake or still resting. I peaked in and seen she was all right, probably thinking that because her hair was totaled and she was drooling. I chuckled at this scene before realizing she was going to be as hungry as a bear when she woke up. The shirt on her head was still white, signaling that she didn't need to go to the doctor immediately. I left the room to go make breakfast. It would at least give her an energy boost.
I was just about done cooking when I heard a loud thump in my bedroom...
Things started to fade back into place as I opened my eyes to a tray filled with food. As I said, scrambled eggs with red and green peppers inside, and ham with fried potatoes on the side. Orange juice stood beside my meal. I looked at it for a while, wondering to myself if this were real. I was dying of starvation, and my senses were playing tricks on me. The door cracked open and in came a man with another try, startling me so bad that I had to catch the orange juice so it wouldn't spill (Hey! It is real food!!).
The guy looked at me and smiled. I was scared out of my mind, because this was the stranger who I think may have raped me.
"Are you alright? Can you eat anything?" I heard his surprisingly calm voice for the first time. I covered myself with the sheets, but remembered that he had ready got a peek at what I was trying to hide. I glared at him. He looked at me a little longer. Maybe he really was worried about me.
"Are you alright?" He repeated again, slower as if I was retarded. I nodded my head. If he were a psycho, then I wouldn't want to do or say anything that would tick him off.
"That's nice to hear." He smiled. It was a nice warm smile, something you do but never really get back when you're living in Tokyo. I should have guessed he wasn't from around here.
The man noticed my discomfort of being around him and quickly explained. "Please! Don't get the wrong idea! I'm really sorry if you did. I didn't bring you here... purposely. I.. I found you on the ground and... none of the hospitals were open so..." He was blushing. He was a shy person. That still didn't mean I trusted him. But it eased me a little. I spoke softly. "Thank you." I took my orange juice and drunk down half of it. I didn't want to really hear his story. I was afraid wasn't going to believe it. My head was pounding, and thinking wasn't a good idea at the time. "...You're welcome." There was a silence for a while as we both ate. I wasn't afraid to show him my eating skills, either. I gobbled down the first plate and asked for seconds, and he laughed at me and went to refill my plate. "Sorry I didn't have much for you to eat on," He said, "I have to make groceries. I didn't plan on an unexpected visitor, so.." "It's alright. This is wonderful. Where did you learn to cook?" He explained that he worked as a restaurant cook as a part time job, and also did a little cooking at the Arcade. "I flip the burgers and do the fries there." He laughed as he said he considered that to be cooking too. "I go to the Arcade almost everyday. I go there to see..." I stopped. I thought about Darien. Do I blame him for everything that's happened to me so far? Yeah. Hell yeah. If I wouldn't have seen him and Raye at the Arcade, I'd probably be in school now, drooling yet trying to stay awake and listen to one of my teacher's long lectures. But I'm here. Stuck here with someone I didn't know, yet only talking to him and being nice to him... because in a way it eases my pain. "To see...?" I heard him repeat my last phrase. "...The latest Sailor V games. You can never put a real release date on them. They're so mysterious. That's probably why I like them." I heard him chuckle. In a way, it did ease my pain. To have someone that didn't know me listen to me and laugh at me. He didn't know my back round. And why should he? 'Hey let me tell you, guy, since we probably wont see each other again, about myself. I'm this hopeless love struck girl who's crazy over my newly ex boyfriend who fucked my best friend and plans to marry her one day. Oh, and let me not forget to tell you on how EVERYBODY in the whole damn world knew about it, but refused to tell me because they were afraid it would "hurt me too much." So basically, that's who I am, how about you're self?' My thoughts were interrupted when I felt his eyes on me. They had been there a long time. I looked in to his eyes. They were beautiful. The tone he had when he wasn't smiling was gorgeous. Like he was trying to think, but couldn't. I silently laughed to myself, but quickly changed the subject. "Did you have fun last night?" He glanced at me, trying to understand what I was asking him. "What...?" "As far as I can remember, I was wearing clothes last night. Now I have on a shirt." "Don't take it that way!! I had to undress you... because there was blood all over you're clothes, and..." He was blushing, yet trying to defend himself. Yep, he had a great time last night. "It's just that... when an injured person is treated all contaminated clothing must be removed to prevent any infections." I looked at him for second. "I... want to be a doctor. I only have the two jobs to pay my way through college." I smiled. "That must be why you took such great care of me." He stopped, and smiled back. "I guess so." He looked at his watch. "Oh man, Its almost 11:30, and I'm sure you have school. Why don't you take a bath and get dressed. I washed you're clothes for you last night so you can put em back on. We have to get to the hospital first though, because from the looks of it, you need stitches." I thought it was really nice of him to care for me at the time, but the sound of me getting stitches put butterflies in my stomach. "I'm not going to school today." I said softly, thinking about Raye. "After we leave the hospital, take me home, please." He smiled again. "Sure.'"
She turned out to be more than I thought. She was actually a sweet heart. The more I talked to her the more I felt like she was my baby sister. The only difference is I never tried to feel my baby sister up.
I helped her wobble in to the bathroom, where she shooed me out so she could shower. I laid out her outfit so that soon as she got out she could find it. I also went into my closet and got me out a simple with shirt and deep blue jeans. I waited for her and occupied my mind from other thoughts, by cleaning up the big mess I made in the kitchen. That didn't stop me from wanting to jump in side the shower with her. Hey, she is like a little sister, but she's not related to me right? So its not incest!!' I laughed at my own stupidity. And to think I would have never got to meet such an interesting person if I hadn't have saved her life! She was in and out of the shower in split seconds, or all of my thinking passed time by. Either way that didn't stop me from looking at her body. I didn't notice the way her clothes looked on her last night, (probably because she couldn't move) but I sure did today. The skirt was shorter than it appeared, and her blouse was only half buttoned.
'She's a teenager... only a teenager... and teens aren't for touching.' I repeated that over and over in my head. It was a tactic I used to avoid attracting myself to her. It worked... half the time. "I'm ready to go." She spoke bravely. She must not have been afraid of me anymore. Not that I'm sure she was. It was just that look she gave me in the room that bothered me earlier. Her hair was now slicked back and wet. She took off the shirt and replaced it back on her head when she was threw showering, I could see that easily. She was beautiful, yet sexy at the same time. I've never been so intimidated by anyone in my entire life. She smirked at me. "Are you positive you didn't do anything to me last night?" "Positive." "Ok, then lets go."
I stepped out of his car and faced Tokyo hospital. I hadn't been there in a while, so it was no surprise that I was amazed by how big it was. I heard a voice from behind me say "Go in to the Emergency room. They'll take quicker care of you're wound." I wasn't exactly dumb and knew that myself. And started off in that direction. I let the woman at the front desk take a peak at my head, and she sent me flying to a room with a doctor in tact as fast as I got there. "You know," The doctor started as he looked over my head for the billionth time, "This room is really deep. It's a surprise you can stand at all. You should have at least had a concussion. Yet... you're here and just fine." "I had... help with my wound." I stated, unsure of what to say. I couldn't even say the guy's name. I didn't now it. "He's training to be a doctor." "Well, I'd say he'd make a good one. He's really benefited your injury." "Thanks." Before the doctor went to pull out his kit full of needles, I popped another question out. "Doctor?" "Ma'am?" "Is there a way you can check to see when I last had sexual intercourse?"
I walked out worse than I walked in. I had a headache the size of an atom bomb. The doctor stitched me up and gave me a few pills to ease my pain. He told me it was going to last for a few days. I seen the same car I got out of pull up to meet me at the curb. I got in. "What the doctor say?" I looked at him and smiled. "He said that you were a miracle worker and would make an excellent doctor some day." He blushed, while I continued on. "You're a really honest person." He looked at me with confusion (which is a really cute face for him.) "You really didn't do anything to me last night. Did you?" He laughed. "You got yourself checked?! Whoa, And I thought you trusted me!" I laughed with him. I kinda figured he didn't fuck me. Any one else would have, but he didn't. I laughed until my head got tired of me and demanded me to stop. I held for a second, as if to coax the pain away. "We'd better get you home. Would you like me to help explain things to your parents for you?" I chuckled. "You mean the way you tried to explain things to me? Yeah, it'll go go over smoothly. Just drop me off at the corner I point to. It'll be fine." He listened. The rest of the way home was weirdly quiet. Maybe we both still felt weird with the turn of events that led to us meeting each other. I was still a little shaky about it. As I seen my stop come up I tapped his shoulder. He pulled over for me and checked once to more to see if I needed him to drop me off at my house. "I keep telling you I'm fine!" He smiled at me. "Just trying to help." "Well, you can help me with one thing." "Anything," "You're name. I never got the name of my hero." He blushed slightly. "Well.. It's Silver. It's my nickname, but people know me better by Silver. I'm a bit new around here." "Well, Silver. Welcome to Tokyo. I'm Serena."