Hey sorry guys I haven't updated in a while I've been so busy with school and such but I am trying to work out a schedule to update more. Again I own nothing other than my words so ya I will get to the story now.
Tris
Fuck! My head hurts so much what happened? I clutch my head and groan and realize I'm not in a basement cause I'm lying on something soft almost like a mattress. Man I haven't laid on one of these in years. I snuggle into the comforter and inhale a deep breath, man this blanket smells so good, very woodsy and….masculine. I shoot up and open my eyes for the first time. Whoa, blurriness. I feel something on my arm, and see an IV in it so I take that out and look around. For the first time I look around at the room I'm in, it's huge and….beautiful. The walls are a deep ocean blue color and bare, and next to me there's a black nightstand, and I'm lying in a king sized bed with a huge black comforter with orange flames on it, and above me they're the words "Fear God Alone" above the bed. I lastly look to my left and see a couch and quickly cover my mouth to hold my scream so I don't frighten the sleeping man. I start hyperventilating and seeing visions of Eric's malicious smile looking down at me, and start screaming and crying.
I hear a soothing voice that sounded like my father's saying things saying things like, "its ok." "Calm down" "I'm here." And feel a pair of arms wrap around me and without thinking I bury into them. Once I finally stop screaming and crying, I sniffle and look up expecting my father to be there after all these years, but instead I see the man that was on the couch. I quickly push his arms away and jump to what I thought was the other side of the bed, but was really the edge and fall off. As soon as I hit the ground, I cry out in pain and clutch my side. The man rushes over and bends down next to me, and looks into my eyes and puts his hands over mine. "Let me help, please," he whispers in a calm voice. I look in his eyes and realize he sincerely wants to help me, so I slowly nod to him.
He hesitantly picks me up and puts me on his bed and sits next to me and blushes. "Um you need to lift up your shirt so I can check your ribs." I look down at my clothes and realize that these are not my clothes and that my hair is back to my bright blonde color and that I'm a lot cleaner. I whip my head back to him and look for an explanation. "Oh ummmm," he clears his throat," your infections needed to be cleaned and you were covered in blood so I gave you a bath and put some of my clothes on you," he blushes. "I'm sorry I didn't look unless I had to I know you probably think I'm a pervert now, I was just trying to help I'm a doctor so helping you, I swear, was my only priority," he rambles on and on and I don't know why but I reach up and kiss his cheek. "Thank you," I whisper, letting my guard down. I don't know why but I feel like I've known him for years and I can trust him completely, so I lift up "my" shirt to my bra and lay on my back. He smiles and scooches up to check my ribs," Tell me if you feel any pain where I apply pressure. He starts putting pressure on points and I feel nothing until he pushes in one place and it feels like a punch and I cry out. He exhales and pushes my shirt down and helps me sit up. "Just as I thought," he says and walks out of the room and returns a minute later with a bottle of pills and a glass of water. "Looks like you broke a rib or two so no physical activities for a month or so," he says while handing me some pills. I look at him in confusion, "pain killers," he says. "Bottoms up," he says with a smile and a small chuckle.
I quickly take them and down the water, I haven't had water in a while. He looks at me with concern and then a look of understanding comes on his face. "How 'bout we get you something to eat and drink?" he says already knowing my answer. I nod my head quickly jump out of the bed, and squeal and fall not realizing my legs don't really work that well from the lack of nutrition. The man runs over and picks me up and carries me downstairs to, where I'm guessing, the kitchen. He sets me down it a bar stool chair at the kitchen counter and walks into the kitchen to make something. "So what would you like?" he asks while leaning on the counter. I take this moment to take in his full appearance, he's tall, like 6'2, with short cropped brown hair and deep ocean blue eyes that I could just stare into for days and he's very muscular, I wouldn't be surprised if he had a six-pack under his shirt. I look at his lips and just imagine kissing them and pulling off that shirt of his and….. "Hello?" he says waving his hand in front of my face, "Anyone home?" he says in an amusing tone. I blush and look away, "What do you mean," I say in a quiet voice. "Breakfast?" he says with a confused look on his face. "Oh." "Can you make waffles with whipped cream and chocolate chips on them," I ask in a hopeful voice, that was my favorite as a kid and I haven't had them in years. He smirks and turns around, "Coming up, Blondie." As he starts cooking them, I look at him with an amused face and my eyebrow raised, "Blondie?"
He looks at me from the corner of his eye and says, "Well I don't know your name so you're Blondie." I giggle and say in the sassiest voice possible, "Touché Doc Blue and its Tris." He looks at me with an evil look and says, "Hmmmmm I don't know that's a pretty name but I think I like Blondie better, and my name is….," he pauses and looks almost conflicted. "Tobias," he says hesitantly. Oh man, his name is even perfect. I decide to be mocking, "Hmmmm I don't know that's a pretty name but I think I like Doc Blue better," I say then bust into a fit of giggles. He looks at me with an expression of Really? then chuckles and continue cooking the waffles. "Thank you," I say loud enough for him to hear and a few tears go down my cheeks. He looks at me with concern and takes the waffles out then walks over to me and picks me up and takes me to the couch.
He holds me to his chest, rubs my back, and whispers comforting things to me as I bawl my eyes out. Once I've calmed down I look up at him and we just stare into each other's eyes for a couple of minutes until he leans in and gently kisses my head and whispers, "How 'bout we go eat some waffles hm?" I nod and run to the kitchen and sit exited to finally eat something. He chuckles and stands up to finish the waffles and gives them to me and grabs his own as well. I devour mine in less than 2 minutes, while Tobias is only half way done. I blush as he looks at me with wide eyes, "Would you like another?" I look at him with wide eyes, "May I?" "Of course." He grabs my plate and gets me another waffle and I finish that one as well. Once we're both done eating we both decide to get a bit more sleep so we go upstairs, and he helps me into bed then goes to leave. I look at him confused, "Where are you going?" He turns around with an equally confused face, "To bed," he says. "oh" He goes and shuts the door and I lay there and wonder about Tobias, as sleep captures me I fall asleep with a smile on my face, for once.
Sorry for a bad chapter I had writers block and wanted to write a good chapter since I hadn't posted for a while. I will try to have the next chapter up before Halloween.