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A small finger poking at Autumn's arm repeatedly caused her to awake from her slumber.

"Think she's dead?" She heard a young male voice say.

Autumn opened her heavy eyes to find herself lying in a particularly uncomfortable bottom bunked bed with blankets covering her. She was pretty sure she had never seen this place before. It was dark with only a few lights on around the room. All around her were bunked beds, and standing beside the bed were two young boys around the age of ten, she guessed. She blinked at them as they stared back.

"Are ya dead?" one of them asked.

"Obviously not," she responded in a groggy voice, and sniffled. She propped herself up to lean against the pillow and looked down to find that she was wearing a brown button-down shirt. "Where exactly am I?"

"You don't rememba?"

She shook her head.

"Roller!" someone shouted while entering the room.

The two boys looked back quickly, surprised and a little bit scared.

"Don't bother her."

Autumn leaned forward and saw Spot, the egotistical king that always got on her nerves, making his way toward them with a small bowl of water and wash cloth.

"Sorry!" Roller apologized without hesitation and ran out of the room with his friend.

Autumn watched Spot as he set the items he had been carrying onto the night stand next to the bed. She felt very awkward at first and didn't quite know what to say.

"Ya feelin' okay?" Spot asked caringly and sat at the edge of the bed.

"Been better," she got out. "What, uh, what happened?"

Spot dipped the wash cloth into the lukewarm water. "Well, I was comin' home from Sonny's when I noticed a goil go into an alley. That'd be you." He tested the water's temperature on his finger. With one hand on her right cheek, he dabbed the cut made by the assaulter on her left cheek with the cloth in his other hand. Autumn winced at the incontact.

"I knew nothin' good would come outta that, so I made my way over just in case. Turns out I was right." His eyebrows furrowed as he took care of her cut. "You passed out in da alley, I took ya back here, got anotha shirt on you, and you've been there for almost an hour."

Autumn looked down at her shirt, noticing that she still had her own shirt on. She was actually impressed that he hadn't stripped her down completely. Her mind raced; what was she supposed to say? How do you thank someone for that? "I'm sorry," she finally said in a somber tone.

"Don't be sorry." He put the cloth down and rubbed her cheek, still holding on to both of them. "It's not you're fault. But I can assure ya, they won't be botherin' ya anymore."

Autumn made a puzzled face. "Do ya know them or somethin'?"

Spot looked at her for a moment. "Kinda." He let go of her face and turned to pick up the bowl to put in the bathroom.

A sharp and somewhat painful cough suddenly came out of Autumn's mouth, followed by a few sniffles.

"Looks like tha rain gave ya a cold," Spot called from across the room.

"Yeah..." Autumn trailed off. She felt even more awkward now that she was awake. Was she supposed to just leave? She didn't exactly feel a hundred percent better; her head was pounding, her stomach still hurt, and all together she felt like a big pile of shit. While Spot was in the other room, she lifted up the two shirts she was wearing. A purple bruise about four inches long and three inches wide was making its way into sight on her slender stomach, an ugly reminder.

"Got battle scars, though," Spot said sarcastically once he saw Autumn.

She looked up at him, blushed slightly, and pulled her shirt back down. Spot took his seat back at the edge of the bed.

"I wish we could see each otha in normal ways," he half-smiled.

Autumn was still speechless. All she wanted to do was thank him and leave. She didn't want to fall for him and the fact that he saved her from those assholes. Or the fact that he was incredibly sweet in taking care of her. Or the fact that he had amazingly deep, ocean blue eyes that she could get lost in for days. Nope, she wasn't going to do that. That was something girls like Ginger did, and she was quite different from Ginger.

"I should probably go soon," she told him and propped herself back up again.

"No," he protested. "You're not going anywhere until at least tomorrow mornin'. You're still out of it."

"Ya think you know what's best fer me?"

Spot smiled. "Right now, yes."

A warm and appreciative smile slipped from her lips and stayed there even though she tried to fight it. "I don't think I thanked you yet."

"No," Spot replied sarcastically.

Autumn's smile grew bigger. "Well, thank you. I really don't know how ta tell ya that. I probably would've died out there or somethin'."

"But ya didn't, so let's not think about that."

A sudden lump emerged in Autumn's throat and lodged itself in there for a while. "I know; but, if you hadn't been there..." Tears filled her eyes rapidly and her breathing was cut short from trying to hold everything in. The lump increased.

Spot reached out and touched her arm gently.

It got to the point where Autumn was practically choking on sobs being held in and tears were creeping out of the corners of her eyes. Her eyes darted to the other side of her and she covered her hand over her mouth.

"It's okay," Spot reassured and moved in to hold her in his arms.

Autumn gave in and embraced him tightly for comfort. Tears flooded her eyes and poured down her cheeks as soft sobs came out of her mouth. Spot rubbed her back calmly. A few seconds passed and Autumn pulled back to the pillow, holding onto Spot's hand tightly. He wiped away tears from her face with his free hand. Autumn sniffled and rubbed her nose. She looked into those sapphire eyes pensively; they dared her to turn away. But she couldn't. She leaned in close to him slowly, mystified as to what would happen next but so certain and content with the outcome.

Spot leaned in as well. Their foreheads soon came in contact with one another. The mutual temptation had never been so great at that moment.

He isn't so bad, thought Autumn. He's actually incredible. "Have I thanked you yet for savin' me?" she said.

"Yeah," he whispered.

"'Cause I really am...thankful." Autumn's voice too had lowered to a whisper.

"I know."

Spot curled a piece of Autumn's hair behind her ear and looked deeply into her eyes. Autumn gazed back at him and knew what lied ahead of her. She would give in to the enticement. This mysterious force pulled her in closer with every passing moment. This was the end of her trying to resist Brooklyn. And then:

"I think you should get some rest," Spot broke the moment.

It was too late. Autumn Pearson had fallen for the mighty Spot Conlon.