Two days. Two days, a strange man lay passed out in my bed. He'd woke up yesterday evening, he'd been pissed. I'd been afraid that he had some head injury I missed, but there was no knots and he seemed pretty aware of what had happened for the most part. After I'd realized he was stable, I'd been scared for a whole different reason. He was a wanted man for a reason, and somewhere along the way I'd forgotten that.
I'd forgotten he was a killer, I'd forgotten he was terrorist intent upon purging men from mutant, and I'd forgotten he was leader for a reason. He was a strong man, an even stronger mutant, and I wasn't ready to battle with him even in his weakened condition.
I kept reminding myself now, though. Everytime I peaked in to check on him I told myself what he was. Everytime, I tried to wake him to eat something, I reminded myself. Everytime, I sat on the bed checking his injuries I acknowledged it. It was easier when I was beside him. Although, he wasn't as old as I had originally thought, he was covered in old scars.
I'd been impressed after the swelling went down. In the sunlight, there were no secrets, no shadows, and I had studied him. His had a massive chest, every muscle outlined, even his fine hairs were silver seeming to set off the impressive masculinity he emanated. He was a gorgeous man, even with the whiskers starting to speckle his jaw. I'd changed my previous opinion quickly, this handsome, charasmatic man could definitly lead an army. People would follow men like him anywhere, but not I. I'd seen the reprecussions, I'd seen the bloodshed first hand, and I was admittedly a coward. I wasn't one to take pleasure in another's pain, I didn't want to be one of those who fought in this war. I would help him to his feet, I would get him back to his Brotherhood, and I would live my life like I never even met the Brotherhood, Creed, or Magneto. I didn't need this.
A crash from the bedroom shattered my concentration. I quickly moved to the bedroom, carefully opening the door to peak my head in. Eric was sitting up on the side of the bed, the lamp from night stand laying on the floor.
"You shouldn't be up," I said almost afraid to let him know I was here.
He looked over at me, his sad eyes meeting mine. "I need my pants, then I have to get up."
I stepped inside, grabbing his pants from my dresser. I'd removed them and washed them, but felt it would be too personal, so left his boxers. I tossed them to his side, reluctant to get near the man. He bent trying to put them over his feet, but as I watched he kept leaning further and further to the side.
My heart went out to the man, "You don't have to get up. Your welcome to lay there." I offered. I wasn't sure for how long, I'd already called in sick for the week at my job. I didn't want to leave the stranger alone in my house, in fact, there was no way I would.
"I have to get up." He stressed 'have', and I stepped closer.
"No, your hurt still an-"
He grimaced, but interrupted me as he said, "I've got to use your facilities." I nodded in understanding, I hadn't actually thought of that. Somehow the great Magneto having to take a piss wasn't something I'd ever pictured. "Now, you can help me get these pants on or I can do it myself, but I am getting up."
I bent down, pulling the pants from his hands. "Just go, it's only me here." I didn't look at him, hoping to save him some dignity. "Ain't anything I haven't already seen."
He gripped my shoulder, I turned my face to look at him. "I thank you for what you've done. I wouldn't have made it without your help." He sounded so sincere, so thankful, I found myself blushing.
"C'mon." I muttered, wrapping my hair and arm around his middle. "I don't see you walking there by yourself."
He threw his arm around my shoulder, but didn't protest as we made our way slowly to the bath room. He leaned against the sink, before I let him go. "Look, I'm just going to go to the kitchen and make you something since your up..." I trailed off, not exactly sure how to put the next part. "You do your thing and while your in here, take a bath." I looked at him, "Take a bath, not a shower. That way you won't fall, and if you need anything just shout."
He eyed me a look of reluctance clear on his face. I sighed, "Pass me out the shorts, and I'll toss them in the wash so they get clean faster. Until then, your stuck with just a towel."
"I am not traipsing about your house in a towel." He used the same tone as he had used with Creed and Mystique the other night, but I grinned.
"I'm not one of your 'soldiers', Mr. Lehnsherr. You can pass me your shorts and get in that tub or you fight me until you pass out again, I bathe you, and steal your shorts." I crossed my arms over my chest, cocking a brow at him. "Your call?"
He chuckled, sending me a grin. "I'll take the first option, thank you."
I laughed, moving out and shutting the door behind me. "Thought you would."