Chapter Two: Sleepover
Charlie arrived just in time to hear the explosion. He rushed into the closet to see rubble everywhere. The bomb had been placed in a refrigerator. The fridge isolated the bomb. Then he saw the man on the floor. It's Daredevil!
Daredevil was conscious, but barely. Charlie leaned over him, checking his pulse. Suddenly, he whispered, "someone find my billy club." What an odd request flashed into Charlie's mind. Then he noticed that Daredevil was unconscious. God I hope you don't have a concussion. Charlie located his club among the rubble, and then he heard voices. Other people had heard the explosion and were coming to investigate.
Luckily, at that moment, Daredevil decided to wake up. He was groggy, but able to walk with help. Together, they managed to make it out of the supply room before the crowd arrived. I don't know how I am going to get him out of the airport. At least we don't have to go through security. They were lucky; down the hall Charlie spotted an emergency exit. He opened the door.
Daredevil made it to Charlie's car. As soon as he sat down, he again fell unconscious. Now what do I do? I can't take him to the hospital. I'll have to take him home. With the decision firmly decided, Charlie started home.
-DD-
Angelica watched as a tall, muscular, black man supported the barely-conscious Daredevil to a car. Interesting. What is he doing with Daredevil? She smiled as she decided to follow the two men. Time to find out…
Charlie pulled up at his apartment building. I have to wake him up. I can't carry him to my apartment! Slowly, he tried to shake him. It took a while, but soon he opened his eyes.
"Where am I? Who are you?" Daredevil asked.
"My name is Charlie. You are in my car, but I need you to wake up and come upstairs with me. I can't carry you."
"Do I have a choice?"
"Not really."
"Fine"
With that, Daredevil, supported by Charlie, went up to his apartment. It was risky, he knew, but there wasn't much he could do about it. He still hurt all over, but the pain had lessened. No bones broken, though I took quite a shaking. I doubt I have a concussion. I will be all bruised in the morning though. It is going to be hell. He thought, giving himself a quick evaluation. Then Daredevil remembered that a man he had never met before was leading him. Wait, I recognize his heartbeat. He was in the airport. What did he say his name was?
Charlie led Daredevil into a spacious room. "Lay on the bed. I'll be back in a minute," he said, as he closed the door.
Daredevil lay down, exploring the room. He smelled clean linen, lemon scented wood polish, and a faint smell of coffee. He heard people talking in other apartments, Charlie bustling around in the kitchen, a bird hopping on a tree, and many other sounds. He felt good sheets on the bed, nice wallpaper, and the heat of an incandescent lamp on a nightstand. Everything was comforting, and before Charlie could come back, Daredevil was asleep.
When Charlie came back into the room, he found Daredevil asleep. He watched him for a few minutes, and then curiosity got the better of him again. He had to see his face; he couldn't stand it any longer. I saved him; surely he won't mind me looking at his face. That thought had barely left his mind when he pulled off Daredevil's mask. Instantly, Daredevil awoke.
The first thought that entered Charlie's mind was, He's handsome, and young! He can't be much older than thirty! Then something else hit him. As Daredevil opened his eyes he realized His eyes are white! He has no pupils! Then he understood. Daredevil is blind!
