Chapter 6
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Quickly walking toward the house, he shouted out for help. "Yvette, Call 911, there has been a serious accident." Persistently coughing form the horrible fumes, he tried to take one deep breath of fresh air. "The police and the ambulance are on their way sir!" Yvette shouted as she ran out the door. "Thank you, run ahead and clear the guestroom, I will need a place to lie her down." "Yes sir" she replied as she scurried into the building to prepare the bed. With his strength slowly giving way, he made his way up the main staircase, to the guestroom.

The great chandelier suspended above the front door was made out of the finest crystal possible, worth a good fortune. It hung proudly, illuminating the vast hallway, dazzling the glossy marble walls with an array of minute rainbows. Like the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Dozens of family portraits hung along the corridors, giving the lofty walls, a life of their own. The banisters, carved out of the finest granite, were beautifully polished and greatly detailed. The magnificent colors added to the richness of the atmosphere. A plush claret carpet covered the stairs, making the staircase bold, and elegant; grand enough for any celebrity to step foot on. As he descended down the hall he began to pick up pace, fearing he may drop the stranger who he risked his life for.

Turning into the fifth door on his left, he hurriedly staggered to the bed on his far right, to lie her down. The vast room was adorned with an assortment of floral arrangements to compliment its baby pink walls. The posh lavender carpet gave a peaceful feel to the bedroom. A lavished white blanket accented the bed, with little purple and pink flowers embroidered in, covering the lower half of the fluffy down comforter. Topped with pink lace lied, the comforter looked made for a queen. A tall canopy with a floral print, hung over the bed, with transparent sheets hanging down from the awning above for a more private feel. The headboard towering almost to the ceiling was intricately sculpted, holding the canopy up by its four thick sturdy bedposts.

"Yvette" the mysterious man called out. "Do you have a minute?" "Sure" she said as she made her way into the room. He asked her to fetch a few damp towels to tend to her minor wounds sustained in the catastrophic crash. Gently brushing the hair out of her face, he stands over her, staring at her beautiful face. The radiance of her perfect skin took his breath away, and he realized the color of her hair was a perfect fit for porcelain her face. Slowly a smile overcame his worried face, as he stared at the sleeping beauty, which lay motionless on the bed. His eyes, glowing with joy, as he took a seat beside her, waiting for the maid to return. Returning with the damp towels, the maid handed them to the tall man. He lightly placed one over her forehead head to cool her off, as he cleaned the small patches of dirt off her face. "Is she going to be alright sir?" Yvette asked. Staring at his new guest, admiring her beauty he replied quietly "I hope so--I sure do."