Hwoarang took both their bags with one hand, holding her to his shoulder with the other, and walked outside the arena, to the busy street. Laying her carefully in the taxi, he placed her head in his lap and told the driver where to go. He didn't remember what he'd done to knock her out…it was like something had erased the entire fight. He sighed. There was a dull head ache playing at the back of his skull.
He pushed open the door to his room and slipped the bags down to the ground, laying her across the bed, Julia's head on pillows. What he didn't remember, was with one kick, she had been knocked out. For a moment, he stared down at her, not knowing what to do. He hadn't been a medic in the military. Far from it. His hands were made for killing…his body set for defense and offence. Hwoarang ran his hand through his spiky hair and sighed, as he began removing her sneakers from her feet. The funny thing was that he really had taken it easy on her. He hadn't gone full out. There was no reason to. He knew he'd beat her before they'd even started the fight.
He noted that she wasn't wearing her glasses. She must have had vision that wasn't horrible…or he would have felt even worse. Fighting someone who couldn't see was cheating. Unless it was street fighting or his doing of course. Her braids had begun to come undone, so he unraveled her long hair the rest of the way, running his fingers through to the ends. It had been so long since he had been so close to a woman. He'd even forgotten the intimate intricacies to the female form. He moved closer, studying her lips innocently. Hwoarang sighed and tapped her forehead with his index finger.
"Hey…" He continued tapping. "Hey Julia, wake up." Her eyes fluttered, and she grumbled incoherently. "You alright?" He asked.
"What happened?" She opened her eyes slowly and looked around.
"You lost." She glared at him. "I accidentally knocked you unconscious." She blushed at her short coming in their match.
"You brought me back to the hotel?"
"Didn't want to just leave you there." Julia nodded and attempted to sit up, but failed, feeling light headed. "You probably have a concussion." He stated as she put her hand to her warm forehead.
"I just wanna go to bed." He said nothing as she stood.
"I'll bring your bag." He watched as she struggled to her feet and to the door. He thought to offer her help with walking, but he swallowed the thought. Hwoarang threw her bag across his chest, and came behind her. Never mind what she wanted or didn't want. He'd also been trained to take care of his men during battle. He lifted her, and immediately, she wanted to protest, but Julia honestly didn't have the strength. She leaned her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes as he walked down the hallway. Hwoarang looked down at the beautiful girl in his arms, and sighed, coming to her door. He stopped, placed her onto her feet after making sure she was awake, and placed her bag beside the doorframe.
"Goodnight Julia."
"Thank you." He nodded and turned to go back to his room. Momentarily, he shut his eyes. Wasn't there something about not sleeping with a concussion? He shook his head, frustrated with his lack of medical knowledge.
Turning the handle of his door, guilt kicked him. He felt as though he should have apologized a hundred times and offered to stay awake while she slept, just in case, watching over her.
"Since when do I feel bad about knocking someone out?" He whispered to himself. No matter. There were two matches he had to worry about in order to save his ass for the tounement. He couldn't afford to lose…or be distracted.
