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Chapter 4

Tris

I wake up to the conductor saying something about us arriving in Los Angeles. I look down at my clothes and realize why I had been getting disgusted and weird looks. I looked like hell, like google hell and a picture of me would come up. My clothes were coated with blood and dirt and were tattered and trashed. After my moment of though I remembered I had to get off the train. I stand up and grab my backpack while walking to the door. Once I open the door, I walk out and get off the train and see that it's about dinner time so I look around to try and to find a restaurant. I don't see one so I start walking to a bus stop to try and get to one that takes me somewhere to eat. CAUSE I'M FUCKING STARVING, after not eating for a couple of days.

I see a bus stopping at what looks to be a bus stop, so I start running towards it hoping to get on. But because of my short strides I didn't make it in time. FUCK! Of course this happens. I start aimlessly walking until I reach a beach, and decide to count my money to see how much I have left. So I sit on a rock and start to pull off my backpack, when I feel nausea hit me like a train. I attempt to throw up, but seeing as I haven't eaten in days there's nothing in my stomach, so I am attempting to dry heave. I didn't even realize I was tired until my eyes were closing and the only thing I could see was a pair of deep, ocean blue eyes full of concern staring at me while lifting me up, as I drifted away in the strangers' arms.

Four (Sorry it took so long just building suspense)

I run my fingers through my hair, "Why did I have to go with a really stressful job why couldn't I have gone with being a police officer? Why did I go with medical? Why did I become a doctor?" I am pulled out of my thought when my practically only friend, Zeke, asks me a question," So are you still going out with the group tonight for dinner?" I huff saying, "Not tonight Zeke, I'm just going to grab something on the way home then go for a run and sleep." "Man, do you hear yourself? You sound like a 40 year old man, come on get out have some fun," he said while hitting me in the back of the head. "Maybe another day Zeke," I say just wanting to get home and relax," I am seriously tired."

"Alright man, but I'm remembering this and taking you up on it," he states with a serious face, "Hey man, look at the time." I look at my watch to see that my shift is over. HELL YA! I look up a Zeke then start to run to my office to get changed out of my scrubs. Once I get there I lock the door behind me and change into my tight t-shirt and jeans. I grab all of my stuff that I need to bring home and walk out of the hospital and get into my black convertible 2015 Mustang GT. She's my pride and joy I had saved up since I was 16 to get her. I drive to In 'n Out and order a hamburger, French fries, and chocolate shake and drive home.

TIME SKIP

When I get home I change into some running shoes and some basketball shorts. I grab my headphones along with my phone and head out the door and get into my car and drive to the nearest beach. As soon as I'm there I start running.

PAGGGEEE BRRREEAAAKKKKKKKK

Four

As I am about to turn the corner I see someone sitting on a rock looking very hurt and malnourished. I walk over to see, that it is a woman probably around 20 who's short and has dirty blonde hair, that she is about to pass out. So I grab her and lift her up only to get a quick peep of her gray blue eyes. I see that she has a backpack so I grab that and carry her to my car bridal style. I open back door and lay her down in the back seat, and shut the door and get in the driver's seat and drive home. Once I get into the parking lot of my apartment complex, I park in front of my apartment, thanking my young self for getting an apartment on the first floor. Not only because of my fear of heights, but this will help me with this woman's condition so I can attend to her quicker. I swiftly get out of the front seat, not even bothering to grab my stuff from work because I have a home kit that has a variety of medical supplies.

I get out of the car and go to the back seat and gently pick up the woman bridal style and carry her to my apartment. As I am carrying her I start to asses some of her wounds, I see some cuts most of them are minor and not so deep but they will need stitches. I see some signs of abuse which makes me flame in anger, who would harm this beautiful girl and cause her pain. Hold on. No. I am not attracted to this woman I just met and she's not even conscious. I push down my thoughts so I can unlock my door and help her. Once I unlock my door, I begin to think where I should put her and where and how I could clean her up. I realize I will probably have to clean her, but I don't want her to be uncomfortable because she would have to be undressed. But her wounds are getting infected so I have to clean them and I don't know if there's any under her clothes. I blush at the thought of her undressed. STOP FOUR THERE IS A PASSED OUT PATIENT IN FRONT OF YOU, YOU NEED TO DO WHAT IS BEST FOR HER!

I decide I don't care if after I do this she thinks I'm a perv and leaves, her health is the first priority. So I begin to carry her upstairs (he lives in a rich complex because he's a doctor so they are two stories) and into the bathroom that's connected to my room, thanking that the apartment has a Jacuzzi tub, and lay her in the tub. I walk out of the bathroom and go to my drawers to grab a t-shirt for her to wear, seeing as though her clothes are covered in blood and ripped up. Once I go back to the bathroom I take her out of the tub and lay her on the couch in my room, which is right outside the door, and go start the tub. Once it's filled up I begin to feel nervous, what if she wakes up and thinks I'm a rapist or something, but I shake those thoughts out of my head. Seeing her condition she's lucky if she wakes up tomorrow it should be a couple of days before she does.

I cautiously walk to where she is and pick her up and carry her to the bathroom once again, and begin to strip her of her clothes. I start blushing once I have her shirt and pants off leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties. It takes all of my will power to stop any dirty thoughts from entering my mind, and thinking what it would be like to kiss her perky boobs and slide my dick into her center. FUCK TOBIAS STOP WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU SNAP OUT OF IT! I shake my head and stop everything and continue to undress her by taking off her bra and panties, and lower her into the water and reach behind me to grab soap, shampoo, a cup, and a washcloth. I first grab the cup and tilt her head back and fill up the cup and dump it over her hair. I see some dirt come so I grab the shampoo and squirt out some and begin to lather it into her hair, and rinse it to see that this woman actually has bright blonde hair which just adds to her beauty. I then reach behind me and grab the washcloth and soap, and begin to scrub the blood and dirt off as gently as I can until she looks clean.

PAAAAAAGGGGGGEEEEEE BRRRREEEEEAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKK

After I rinse her off once more, I empty the tub and grab a towel and wrap her up in it. I carry her to my bed and put her bra back on, but her panties are destroyed and bloody so I grab a pair of my boxers and roll them up on her because she has such a small frame. Then I carry her back downstairs and lay her on the couch, then I clear off my table so it can be an "operating table." After I finish clearing it off I lift her up and place her on the table and start assessing what needs to be done first.

I see some semi-deep cuts on her stomach and thighs, so I pull on a pair of gloves and pull out some stitching thread and a needle and begin to stitch them up. After I finish stitching up the deep wounds, I grab my roll of bandage and begin to wrap the not so major cuts and tie bandages to stop the bleeding with pressure. I check to make sure she doesn't have any broken bones, and she doesn't, but she has some bruised ribs and a concussion. I do notice that she has a major case of malnourished and dehydration. So I decide to carry her back upstairs and put her in my bed, then put my t-shirt on her and put an IV in her, and pull the covers over her. I look at her and just am mesmerized by her beauty, she looks so peaceful in her sleep, I lean over and kiss her on the forehead then lay down on the couch next to her. I guess I was tired because the last thing I remember is closing my eyes and looking at her. Funny I don't even know her name and I'm already falling for her.

Longer chapter today! Suspense :)