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Chapter Five.

I was absolutely bored out of my mind for those four weeks stuck in that damned hospital. It really was so boring, except for those random occasions when Mindy came to visit me.

We really didn't do much; just talked, but I suppose it was just her company that made it great. It was odd though; no one else ever came to visit me. I suppose that was because they didn't want anyone other than close partners or family members in to visit me, or maybe anyone that would want to come visit me just didn't know I was here? I mean Mindy found out from 'The Eradicator', who were Todd and Marty going to hear from? Neither of them were Superheroes anymore.

I was told I only had a week left until I was ready to leave, but that was just an estimate. When I told Mindy the news, she was so excited to have me out and about again.

"So, when you come out, you do know you'll have to come live with me." She smiled, tapping my shoulder. I stared at her confused, I couldn't have heard that correctly, could I?

"Don't look like that! You'll still need someone to look after you for a few weeks, and anyway I have a pretty sweet safe house you can share with me! It's pretty big!" she exclaimed, seemingly really happy. "It's not much fun being in it by myself at the moment, I'm not going to lie…"

For some reason this didn't seem to be the actual truth, Mindy had probably been living by herself for the past two years, and if she wasn't used to it by now she'd probably never get used to it. But hey, I wasn't one to judge. If she wanted me to come live with her, so be it. It wasn't like I had my dad or anyone anymore. And I'll admit, there wouldn't be anyone else I'd rather have stayed with.

"Okay, I'll come live with you." I laughed, bringing her into a hug. She nuzzled into my neck and I felt it again, was it butterflies? You know, I kind of like that feeling.

She seemed excited at the prospect of us living together, and those last few days passed quite quickly, before long I was discharged. I was told I had to report back a few weeks later for check ups, but that wasn't an issue at all, not for the moment at least.

Mindy picked me up from the hospital a week later in a car surprisingly. I was half expecting her purple motorcycle, but then I realized how ridiculous that would have been, anyone looking for her would have found her in an instant. The car was ridiculously basic, I wasn't even sure of the model, but it looked like just an average car you'd find in the street, which I'm pretty sure was the purpose, anything flash would have drawn way too much attention.

As she drove up to me, she just smiled and popped the lock. As I got in she made a note to tell me that we were in for at least a good few minutes drive.

"Yeah, I live about 50 minutes away from the hospital. Needed to stay close to you after I found out what happened, but not too close, didn't want anyone sniffing around." She claimed, before shrugging. "I found out a few things yesterday, and I'd just like to tell you know, I found out where that cock-sucking cunt D'Amico is hanging out."

I looked over at her expectantly, but she didn't continue. I coughed, and she glanced over.

"Are you not going to share this information or…" But before I could finish, she just blankly stated something I really did not expect.

"Dave. I'd love to tell you everything I know, you're my partner, but I don't want you getting involved. Not now." It hit me then, it really did. Mindy didn't think I was ready to face Chris again. But you know what? I understood, I really did. I know I haven't mentioned much about what happened to me, in terms of injuries. But let's just say when I left the hospital I was still on crutches.

"Well maybe when I'm better?" I asked, hopefully. She smiled at that though, before nodding.

"Of course, I just don't want to tell you anything in case you do something drastic. I don't want anything to happen to you again. I do actually care about you, you know?" she blurted out, her hands clenching the steering wheel tightly.

Soon enough we were at the safe house Mindy mentioned. The area was quite nice to be honest; it was an average neighbourhood, and actually quite the way out from the main area of the city. The colour of the house however is what stood out to me, most of the other houses were either white, grey or black. But no, Mindy's was a black with hints of dark purple, for obvious reasons.

"Hey if I don't get to ride my fucking bike anymore, at least I can paint my house the way I want eh?" she laughed, before unlocking the door. "And don't worry about it, no one will find my here. Ever. This was my daddy's last resort. His final safe house, if everything else went to shit and we had nowhere left to go. It's also why I want you here with me Dave."

That made me smile, it really did. Looking back I probably looked like a right moron with that wide grin on my face, but when she looked back and saw me she smiled too, the exact same one she gave me before she left, but warmer. Much warmer.

"So, you wanting to eat something better than that tinned crap they've been feeding you?" said Mindy confidently, swinging into the kitchen. Almost on command my stomach began growling furiously. "Guess I'm psychic now then."

It was then that I realized I was wearing some clothing the hospital had given me, and while I was thankful for it at the time, it was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable.

Mindy was busy fiddling around In the cupboards looking for bits and pieces she could put into a meal, but I was just stood there in the doorway awkwardly, leaning against my crutches, feeling useless.

"Uhm… I don't suppose you have any clothes lying around that I could wear?" I asked, but surprisingly she just replied that she did have some, contrary to what I thought, and that she still had some of her daddy's laying around in some drawers upstairs. "Thanks. I'll go get changed, and Mindy?" She looked at me; "I mean it, thank you, for everything."

I slowly managed to get myself up the stairs to the top of the building, but it took me much longer than I would have liked. Not having full use of my legs was really starting to bother me, and I half wondered how long I'd have to go around like this for. As I reached the top of the staircase I noticed a photograph that hung from the top, and my heart ached. It was a small photograph, of Damon and Mindy, together and happy. They were together on a white background, which made me smile. This must have been taken on one of the rare occasions Mindy had mentioned where her father took a break from training, just every now and then, to do things normal family members did. And you know what? It broke my heart to see that photograph, but also made me feel proud. I know Damon would have loved the things his daughter had achieved, and how far she'd come.

Heading down the hallway, I came across the bedroom I assumed Mindy had decided to let me stay in. As I headed to the drawer my left leg buckled and I landed on the floor with a gigantic thud.

I must have passed out as the next thing I remembered was waking up tucked into bed. I guessed I must have been out for a while as it was dark now. Looking to the other side of the bed I was surprised to find Mindy clay there next to me under the covers, her arm around my waist holding me close. I smiled to myself, casually thinking that it was usually the guy that did that to the girl. Before I closed my eyes and fell back to sleep once again.