"Get up! Don't you want to get out of here?"
I open my eyes and can only see the silhouette of tall, slightly broad shouldered man. As I watch he turns in the direction of the door, which I notice is open and says,
"No, too late. He's come back already, so I won't be able to get you out but I could into the bathroom, so you could wash. You can stay in there as long as you need to or want to. I'll guard the door but you won't be able to get out of the window's, as the bathrooms three floors up from here." He leans down towards me and I flinch as he slides his arms around my waist and under my knees, but he doesn't pull away. His hair falls across my cheek as he lifts me and I can see what he looks like. Vivid green eyes, but not as dark as my own, look back into mine, surrounded by rich curling brown strands. I lay hunched and stiff and continue watching his face, as he carries me out.
"Do live here as well?" My voice comes out shaky and coarse sounding.
For a while I think that he isn't going to answer me , and my back starts protesting against angle I've forced it into, so I slowly relax into his arms.
"Yes, I do live here. But I've been away." He stops and starts lowering me down, "Here's the bathroom, I'll stay out here."