Ch. 3 At Zekes
He carried her to his house, which was less then a mile from where they were. The rain kept falling, soaking through Zeke's jeans. When he finally reached his home, he opened his door with a slight beam of magic from his bracelet. The lock clicked, and the door swung open. He quickly laid Lillith onto the couch, and turned on a light.
Lillith had two black eyes, her wrist and arm looked out of place, maybe slightly broken. He went into one of the six rooms in his house. It was filled with storage boxes, refrigerators, and a row of shelves with hundreds of different types of medicine. He reached for the nearest bottle to him, which happened to be a pain killer. He took a needle, and filled it with a tablespoon of the anesthetic.
Returning to the living room, he injected Lillith, and went to work on patching her up. Leaving the pain killer on the table next to Lillith, he tied a brace on her wrist, and made a cast out of medical cloth and popsicle sticks around her arm to keep it still and straight. He dabbed moisturizer onto a couple of cotton pads, and placed them over her eyes. He tied a thin piece of cloth around her head to apply pressure the cotton padding. He guessed she might be temporarily blind from being beaten so hard. Zeke left into the kitchen and microwaved the leftover pizza he had from last night. He put it on a paper plate, and went back. He sat down on a recliner next to the couch where Lillith was sleeping. How the hell he was going to explain to her why she was he
It was another hour before Lillith regained consciousness. She began to moan and move around.
"Where am I?" She groaned. Her breath became more rapid, her movements become spastic. She was going into a panic attack. Zeke stood up out of his chair, and grabbed Lillith in her good arm, to show her he was there.
"Calm down. I won't harm you," he told her. She started to relax somewhat, but was still a little panicked.
"Where am I?" She asked again.
"My house. Don't worry, your safe here," he told her.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Zeke. You saw me at the museum." At this she completely relaxed at the thought of someone who she barely met. He watched her move her head around, then shift her weight, then stiffen and hiss.
"Whats wrong?" he asked her. She turned her head in his direction, and her mouth scrunched up into what Zeke thought would be a stubborn look if she could look at him with her eyes. She suddenly jumped, as if scared by something, confusing his even more. She layed still for a couple seconds, and then answered his question.
"Its my back. That damn tomb robber kicked me."
"Roll on your side," he said as he grabbed the pain killer, and refilled the needle. She did as she was told, and Zeke lifted up the back of her shirt. She made a small sound of protest, but he ignored it, injecting the needle right above her bra strap. He could see a dark purple bruise forming at the center of her spinal chord. He let the shirt drop back down, and he could saw her return to her sleep.
He suddenly remembered his eye, and felt stupid that his concern for Lillith made him completely forget about his own injuries. He went to the bathroom to see the damage Bakura had done. The blood had dried on his face, his eye had split in half. He would have a scar from the cut that hadn't touched his actual eyeball. All he could do was wash away the blood. He was now permanently blind in one eye, and all just to rescue some girl.
He fed Ziggy, and locked the door. He fell to the floor, tired out of his mind, and fell asleep.