Kat shifted slightly. She didn't have the strength to open her eyes but she could feel something soft pressing against her skin. A sweet yet familiar smell seemed to enter her nose. She managed to roll over, pain shot through stomach. She muttered a small groan and forced an eye open. Her head felt heavy and she couldn't seem to lift it. Her eyes finally seemed to adapt to the dim room. She tried to take in the room around her. The room was cluttered but nowhere near as filthy as hers had been. The walls were a pale blue, the floor appeared to be carpeted in a dark material. A single light bulb hung from the ceiling, it seemed to sway slightly. A wardrobe stood tall and proud in the furthest corner. A small table sat next to the bed, a glass of water and a packet of painkillers had been placed there for her. Kat closed her eyes, trying to remember what had happened. The sweet smell crept up her nose again. An image flashed into her mind. She could see herself standing deadly still, a gun held tight against her head and a cold voice whispering in her ear.
As if on queue the bedroom door swung open and Tommy Vercetti stepped in. He carried Kat's rucksack and dropped it beside the wardrobe. He turned at glanced at her. She forced a smile; "Thanks" she muttered remembering what had happened. He nodded and walked over to the bed, sitting carefully on the end. "So you've woken up at last" he teased, his voice oddly quite. Kat pulled a puzzled face; she had no idea of how long she had been out. "You've been out for six days straight". Kat swore under her breath. Tommy smirked and stood up. Kat sighed, "You have been nothing but trouble" she said thinking about the Forelli's attacking her home, shooting her. Tommy just smiled as he closed the door behind him.
Kat closed her eyes for a second before she attempted to roll over and sit up. Pain shot through her body, she stifled a scream and concentrated on reaching the painkillers. She took three of the pasty white pills and tossed them in her mouth, washing it down with the cold water. She pushed the soft duvet off her sore body. She glanced at her clothes they where still stained in rich blood. A thick bandage had been wrapped tightly around her entire stomach. Kat slowly yet steadily rolled out of bed, forcing herself to try and ignore the pain. She staggered over to her rucksack. Someone had tried to wipe the dry blood of the bag but some of it remained. She pulled open the bag and pulled out some clean clothes. She glanced at the closed door as she slipped off her stained jeans and replaced them with a clean blue pair. She carefully pulled her halter neck over her head, she flinched in pain. Kat then tugged a dark maroon red strap shirt on. She sighed and looked down at her bare feet, someone had placed the battered sneakers at the foot of the bed. She couldn't help feeling curious, a phrase popped into her head, "Curiosity killed the cat". She frowned and shook her head, "but satisfaction brought it back" she whispered to herself with a smug smile. She crept over to the door ignoring the fuzzy carpet under her feet. Kat carefully pulled the door open, just enough to allow one of her green eyes to peer out. A large pleasant room lay out in front of her. A small wooden kitchen area sat in the farthest corner next to the front door. A TV sat in the center of the room and a green sofa sat parallel to it against the wall. A few dozen empty bottles where piled beside the TV and a cheap yellow blanket was thrown on a heap on the green sofa. Even a few empty glass bottles had found there way into the bundle. The floor appeared a cold and unwelcoming gray, while the walls where white and bare. A few posters where plastered over cracks in the paint. While to Kat's surprise a large stolen piece of abstract art hung proudly on the wall. She noticed another small doorway at the other side of the room; it appeared to be a bathroom door. The door clicked and started to swing open. Tommy stepped out of the bathroom; he was dressed in his usual manner. However his Hawaiian shirt flapped around his chest. He appeared to have a very masculine muscled body despite the fact that everyone over looked the matter. He scrubbed his dripping black hair with a lemon yellow towel as he made his was to the fridge and pulled out a cold brew. He looked at it but reluctantly put it back and focused on drying his hair. Kat held her breath; she carefully closed the door, praying that he hadn't noticed her watching. Kat found herself smiling and blushing slightly, but she soon caught herself and returned to her normal cold composure. She bit her lip hard and ran her hand through her sleek hair as she regained control of her emotions and senses before she pulled the door open and prepared to face her host. Kat limped forward, the floor feeling coarse underfoot. Tommy glanced up as he tossed the wet towel over the arm of the sofa.
"Morning" he said with a fresh and alert smile before he turned his attention to the fridge, rooting through the shelves for something other than beer. He finally pulled a large carton of orange juice from the fridge, kicking the door shut at the same time. He turned and grabbed two small glasses from a cupboard and placed them on the small counter. Kat limped over to the kitchen area; she looked at the painting on the wall. "That's an original piece by Craig Stucough, if I'm not mistaken. The very same one that mysterious disappeared last year" she said casually. Tommy smirked as he poured the juice into the pair of clear glasses, "Yep. I had no idea I was in the presence of a critic" he teased as he tossed the empty carton in the bin. Kat laughed softly, she had forgotten the last time that she had actually laughed freely without being drunk or high on her own adrenaline. Kat picked up one of the glasses; she held it to her lips, savoring the smell. "I had no idea you were a collector" she replied smugly before she took a quite sip of the cleansing orange drink. Tommy took a mouthful and swallowed it quickly. He put the empty glass down heavily in the sink. Kat was surprised that it didn't shatter from the force. Tommy however didn't seem to notice. He simply walked over to look at the art that he had been given as a grateful gift from a rich Texan property tycoon. He buttoned his shirt up as he looked up at it and shrugged his shoulders hopelessly, "How it can be worth millions I have no idea" he mused loudly as he turned his back to it, to see Kat watching him carefully. Kat nodded in agreement, "Its ridiculous but as long as I can pawn it for hard cash then its fine by me" she said in a cool and conversational tone. Tommy suppressed a laugh, he couldn't help being amused that someone who had once owned millions and could of funded an exquisite lifestyle, was so down to earth and frank.