Hunted

He looked at her, he knew the hospital was too far away. He sighed, "Miss Ramirez erm... Your not going to be able to get care in a hospital, I've been trained in medical care. If it's okay with you I'll take care of it here so we don't have to go to a public medical place where there's more danger. You can watch me if your not afraid of blood." He said putting his hand near the wound carefully, seeing it was on her shoulder he could just rip the shirt in the wounded area and tend to it without her having to be embarassed or anything. He had emergency medical equiptment on him at all times.

He looked at her face seeing her body's reaction he didn't wait for her reply. "Sorry miss Ramirez." He ripped the shirt around her wound and took a small kit out. He took a small bottle out it was a medical drink which numbed the senses it wasn't liquor but it was it's equivalant. He put it to her lips forcing her to drink it he stopped when the bottle was half empty and took the rest putting a bit on the wound. He cleaned the tweasers and took the bullet out of her shoulder. He quickly put a cloth to stop the rush of bleeding. He then took a needle and thread.

He hoped she was 'drunk' or 'numbed' enough that she passed out or couldn't see the needle. He threaded it and immediately went to work. He hummed a soft lulling tune to make her drowsy or calm. He frantically and carefully did his needlework stitching her up. Occaisonally checking her breathing and how she was through the whole ordeal.

He looked at her immediately knowing she was drunk. He had bandaged the wound well. She would be okay, he'd repair a few things when she finally slept. "Yes I use my hands to pull triggers of guns to kill people." He said, he wanted to make her not be embarassed when she was sober.

"No, but your going to be in tons of pain so here take this. He gave her a glass of water and two pills, one was a sleeping pill and the other a pain reliever." He seemed to have no attraction to her, of course a soilder always learns to keep all emotions inside so that they don't lose their control in such compromising moments. He watched her making sure she took it, he didn't want to have her do anything she'd regret.

"Maybe that's because I've been sitting in a cherry tree." He said not saying anything that might make her drunken side become more flirty. He hoped she'd go to sleep so he could clean up the room and put in more security. He'd stay with her to make sure her breathing stayed normal and the usual doctor like stuff.

While the beauty slept, he cleaned the mess the assasins left. He fixed the door, window, and cleaned up the glass that was shattered. He finished this rather quickly, the room looked close to normal. He set up extra security measures and sat on a chair next to her bed watching her sleep. He felt drowsy, he had been pulling all nighters and not getting close to any sleep. He rested his head against her bed, he was so tired. His ribcage hurt, actually his whole body hurt. Having three guys beat/sit on you wasn't exactly comfortable for his body.

One could barely tell he was hurt, they could tell he was a bit tired though. But that didn't effect his fighting abilities. He sighed, looking at her. He never noticed before how beautiful she was when she slept. He had watched her sleep about two nights but never up close. She looked so pretty and peaceful.

He saw her awake, "Yes I gave you something to numb you, I figured since I had to use a needle you'd be a bit scared so I gave you something. I stitched you up and you went to sleep. I fixed a few things as you slept that's all that happened." He said bluntly getting up from his seat he didn't tell her the things she did. He wasn't going to say she hit on him, she was drunk he didn't need her to be angry or feel weird when he needed to protect her.

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"Hey... um... Thanks... you know.. um... I'm glad they assigned you."

He nodded in understanding, he was about to go outside again. He guessed now that she was up she'd want some privacy. She seemed okay so he figured she'd be okay and he could watch her from a distance. He hadn't rested since he had started this case. He was quite tired, but he wasn't going to intrude if she didn't want him there. Though sleeping in the same room would be safer than on a tree branch where people could tie him up.

"Maybe you should get some rest... You look really tired."

Suddenly the girl went down, he rushed to her side catching her gently in his arms. He lifted her up into them checking her pulse. He listened making sure she was breathing. He glanced at her face, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful her flushed skin color brought out the beautiful color of her lips. He stopped his gaze and walked to the bed with her in his arms. He couldn't help but like having something so beautiful in his arms. He had lifted men in his arms all the time to save them from severe injuries from the battlefield but a girl he had never held so much as a hand let alone their whole body.

He brought her to the edge of the bed and everso gently set her down. Making sure her head layed gently against a pillow. He sat at the edge of her bed just gazing at her for a minute.

"It looks like I've lost a lot of blood... Maybe it would.. be best for both of our situations if you stayed in here. I mean, you could probably do your job better, and I'd not have to worry about me killing myself in this stupidly weak state."

He nodded, "I'll stay here then." He got up and moved to a chair, sitting on it he rested his head against the back of the chair. He was so tired, he wanted to just sleep. He was used to sleeping wherever whenever so he didn't mind the uncomfortableness of it. He wasn't going to keep staring at her seeing it seemed a bit odd to do. He didn't realize that he was looking at her differently than just looking at her.

He sighed, he didn't know if he'd be able to sleep and be aware seeing he hadn't slept in so long. He forced himself to remain awake, and sighed standing back up he began to pace. He wondered when the next attack would be. Suddenly his knee buckled, he fell towards the ground. He hadn't realized that the beating and kicking the guy off caused so much muscle damage. He'd be able to fight just not kick or pace. He hit the ground, he didn't so much as wince.