Caressa was about ready to high tail it out of there, when that 'somebody' groaned. Oh god, she thought, he's still alive. Caressa looked around not sure of what to do. She knew she should help the stranger, but how? Thoughts raced through her head. "Can you hear me?" was all she could think of to do, while she crawled over to him on her knees. He let out another groan that sounded like he said yes. Maybe she could call an ambulance, she had her cell phone in her car not too far away. But as she got closer to him, she realized that wasn't an option, for he was covered from head to toe with a fine velvet blue fuzz. She at once became excited. A mutant, she thought. This was her first time (to her knowledge) that she had ever met or seen a mutant. She quickly calmed her excitement realizing that he was injured and needed help. She gazed upon him briefly. Most people would have found him frightening, she supposed, but she found him beautiful.

"Hey. Look at me, "She said gently, "Let me know you're at least conscience." He slowly opened his eyes. It seemed as if it had taken a lot of effort to do so. Suddenly she was paralyzed by the sight of piercing yellow, "Oh, wow." She whispered not realizing she had said it out loud. She meant it to be a complement anyhow. But he must of thought otherwise because he slowly looked down and then away. He seems so shy, she thought, almost like a child.

"Are you hurt bad?" Caressa asked concerned.

"I--- My left arm is numb and," He winced and squeezed his shut. He brought his right arm up to the left side of his chest. Caressa moved his hand away gently and notice for the time that his shirt was slashed open.

"May I?" Caressa asked before she ripped his shirt open the rest of the way. The wound was deep, probably needed stitches. She then focused on his left arm, which was the closest arm to her. It was bleeding really badly, which would explain the numbing sensation he spoke of. She ripped of a section of his already ruined shirt and tied it tightly around his arm. It wasn't that big of a wound; she would tend to it later. She focused her attention back his chest. The slash was under his nipple about an inch and a half away from it. She hoped it didn't hit any vital organs. She wasn't all that great at knowing where the heart was located.

"Can you walk?" She knew she had to get him out of here and somewhere safe. That somewhere would have to be her apartment for now. She knew she wouldn't be able to carry him.

"Yeah, I think so." For the first time she noticed he had a thick German accent. She was German herself, but couldn't speak a word of the language. She was only about 80 German. Her grandfather was born and raised in Germany. The Mutant moved to sit up. Caressa helped him get on his feet, then bent down to get her stuff. "By the way," She started as she helped him walk to her car, "I never got your name."

"Wagner. Kurt Wagner. But in the.." He cut himself off, not knowing if he should tell her the rest, being human and all.

"But what?"

"Oh nothing."

"No. I'd really like to know." She urged him on sweetly. She didn't want him to stop talking. For two reason, to keep him conscience and because she loved listening to him speak.

"In the Munich circus they called me 'The Incredible Nightcrawler'." He spoke this with such pride.

She smiled sweetly, "I'm Caressa. It's nice to meet you Kurt."

Caressa gently laid Kurt down on her bed. He looked up at her with guilty eyes; "I don't want to make a mess of your clean sheets."

Caressa chuckled, "Don't worried about that. It's not a big deal. I can get new ones if I have to." He was so cute; such a sweetheart, "I'll be right back."

Caressa walked into the kitchen to call her mother. She was a nurse; she would know what to do. "Hi mom? Yeah, would you be able to come over for a bit? I have bit of a situation. No, it's just. Well, I went to the woods today and I came across someone. Mom, he's hurt pretty bad. I don't know what to do.. Okay, I will.. Okay. Please hurry." She set the phone back down softly and went to see how Kurt was doing. He was still laying on his back staring up at the ceiling, "How are you doing?" She asked softly.

He moved his head to look at her, "Alright."

"Here," She place a warm, damp washcloth on the wound on his chest, "Keep pressure on it," He placed his hand where hers was. As soon as his hand touched hers he pulled away, "It's okay." She reassured him and placed his hand on the cloth, "Would you like something to drink?"

"Yes, please." He swallowed.

"I have water, milk, orange juice." She paused to remember what was in her fridge.

"Water, please."

She smiled, "Okay. I'll be back in a moment." She left only to return again with a glass of water. She helped Kurt sit up and then handed him the glass. He took it from her and took a drink.

"Are you not afraid of me?" He asked breaking the silence.

"No. Why? Should I be?"

He looked over at her and then down at his drink, "Most people are."

"Well, I'm not most people."

Kurt woke up the next morning. It took a few moments to remember where he was. He remembered Caressa's mother coming by and mending his wounds. He was grateful and thanked the women kindly. He moved his head to the right and saw Caressa curled up on a chair across from the bed on the opposite wall. She had stayed up with him most of the night, even long after he had fallen asleep. He wondered how someone could be so kind to someone like him. Most humans feared mutants, why didn't she? He started to think of ways he could repay her for her kindness. He couldn't think of anything at the moment, but he was sure he'd find something to do. Lying there looking at her he realized how beautiful she was. A lock of her red hair lay across the bridge of her lightly freckled nose. Her eyes were closed but he knew that a pair of beautiful green eyes lay behind those lids. She had the most beautiful and warm smile he had ever seen.

She stirred and her eyes fluttered open. She immediately took notice of him staring at her. She stretched and smiled.

"How are you feeling?" She asked concerned.

"Better." He sat up, faced her and leaned against the wall. She got up and walked over to him to examine his wounds. The bleeding appeared to have stopped completely.

"Are you hungry?"

"If I could just a have another glass of water, I would be grateful."

She smiled that warm smile of hers, "of course." She left to get his drink, "If you feel you want to shower and such go right ahead," She said when she returned with his drink.

"Thank you." He said taking the glass from her.

"So, Ummm.. If you don't mind me asking. What happened?"

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