Hunted

"Um... Lieutenant Russell.... Are you ok?"

"I'm fine Miss Ramirez, I'm sorry if I startled you. My leg just buckled from earlier is all, I'll be fine." He tried to stand up but a sharp pain entered his knee. He must've hurt a little more than a bruise he decided it'd go away later. He edged himself against the side of the bed so he'd be near her incase something happened.

He didn't show his pain, though one could sense it since he wasn't standing. He wasn't able to or he'd injure his leg more, he guessed the fact his legs weren't muscley like that of a runner made the kick not be the safest thing to do but it was the best at that time. He looked at her, "You okay? That wound was pretty deep." He said a bit concerned seeing she had fainted just minutes earlier.

"Look, I know this whole thing about names is all by the book for you, but I'd really appreciate it if you called me Frankie...And if I knew your first name."

"My first name is Armand." He said understanding that she preferred shorter words instead of Miss Ramirez and Lieutenant Russell all the time. "I'll call you by your first name then since you prefer it." He said strictly business as usual. Though the idea of calling such a beautiful girl Frankie just didn't seem really flattering of her beauty. But he wasn't going to push it since she hoped he'd die and all.

He knew it was stupid to bring that back in his mind but he had to remember she had no interests in him. He was only to protect her and that was it. He looked at her, "You really need to learn to let me handle the fighting no offense. If you hadn't been so quick to shoot them you'd have been safe still. If you are in the hands of the enemy I'll get you back before they can hurt you. You need to trust me on that so I can keep you safe. If that bullet was just inches lower you could've died." He said a worried look in his eyes for a brief second.

"Yeah, you're probably right, but at that moment, I would have preferred to die rather than be taken by them...Anything they could have done to me would have paled in comparision to what would have gone on at home..."

"I'm sorry to hear that Miss Ra..." He stopped himself remembering what she had said just minutes before. "Frankie." He said it a bit differently almost softer, he didn't know why calling her by her first name seemed so... Special.

"Are you sure you're ok?"

"I'll be fine." he took a small pill from a pouch and a tiny water bottle. "Here take this, it'll help with the pain." He knew the pain was there, he wasn't going to act dumb. Though she didn't show the pain she was in pain, he had been in battles before he knew what it was like to be shot. The pain was terrible, it lasted for days. He handed the pill and bottle to her, he knew medical emergencies were bound to happen so he always carried supplies.

He looked at her wondering why she was so calm in this situation. He admired the fact she wasn't like other girls he had met, though she was when she was drunk. But that was different, "How are you feeling? Dizzy? Drowsy? Light headed?" His voice was a bit cold but he asked in concern for her.

"Thanks.."

He watched her take it hoping her pain would go away and she'd feel better. He examined her making sure she didn't show any signs of infection or anything else that could possibly harm her. He didn't want to have her ill or unable to protect herself.

"I feel fine."

He watched her leave the room he tried to stand up whilst she was in the bathroom. He managed to make it onto her bed and straighten his knee enough to stand up and slowly make his way to the chair and pull it closer to the bed so he could be near her while she rested so he could make sure she wasn't falling ill. He sat in the chair after moving it about two feet from the bed so he wasn't too close but close enough.

He saw her come back out of the room, he kept making sure she was okay. He studied her emotions and how she reacted to things so he could tell if something was wrong in a emergency. He heard the doorbell ring, he got up removing his gun eyeing it on the door. He figured it'd be safer if she answered the door. He could shoot through the door and kill them. But he figured he shouldn't make such a mess.

He watched the emotional scene lay out infront of him. He could sense she was holding the feelings she felt in. He never knew she even had a boyfriend, but now he saw that he wasn't even worth it. He watched the scene just imagining what she felt, she just didn't seem to fit well with the jerk of a guy. He saw her force him out and knew she was hurting more deeply than she let on. When he heard her sob he left the room running after the boy catching up with him halfway down the stairs. He decked him hard with his right fist making him fall the rest of the way down the stairs. He then turned and proceeded back up the stairs and to her room and opened and closed the door silently.

He made his way quietly to the bathroom door and opened it slowly. She moved to her laying a hand on her shoulder his eyes looked at her apoligetically. "He's a jerk to have done that to you Frankie, you deserve much better than him. He's not worth your sadness." He said meaning every word. He didn't know what these impluses were, being caringly nice to her and punching the boy. He didn't know why he did those things, but he didn't want to take them back either.