After a long day of work...
You sat on your couch defeated. You didn't bother to eat, having using all your energy to change out of your work clothes. Switching your laying position a bit, you stare at the ceiling. Inhaling and exhaling. Finally, you work up the strength to turn on the tv and enjoy some mild entertainment. "Six Fugitives remain uncaptured. Five including Dominic Toretto and his accomplices. The sixth highly cautioned if seen, De-"
You muted the electronic box, now tired of the noise. Getting off the couch, you look yourself over in the mirror. "Spongebob pants?" You shrug and say about your appearance. Grabbing your keys and phone, you exit the apartment. Going on a quest to get pizza. While walking about the city streets, your eyes trialed to an unconscious man in an alley way. "Uh, excuse me. You okay?"
It was 1 am in the morning, very unusual to see someone in an alley way. You took baby steps towards him, he didn't move nor flinch. He just laid there. The closer you got, the clearer his wounds became. You put your head to his chest to make sure he was breathing. You sighed and hoisted him up. "This is ridiculous." You say under your breath as you take him inside your apartment.
Struggling to bring him inside, you manage to sit him up on the couch. "What the hell am I doing? Helping a stranger on the sidewalk, that's a great idea, Y/n!" You say with great sarcasm. Speed walking to the bathroom you scavenge for the first aid kit. Now with a stool, you sit in front of him. Slowly patching him up, his arms had deep cuts and bruises. 'Some of these bruises look old.' You thought continuing your actions.
While applying rubbing alcohol to his wounds, he winced. "Sorry." You then move to his chest where the bullets were. You had no experience with removing bullets or bullets in general. "I'm gonna try to be gentle." You warned him before using chopsticks to remove the bullets. "Not the best thing to use but it'll have to work." You successfully removed both of the bullets, earning groans and winces of pain from him.
Now finished patching him up, you leave a glass of water and a note on the stool in front of him. You give him space and escape to your room, so you could change out your sweaty pajamas. You walked out the room in sweats and a sweater. He was still there in the same position as you left him. "Thank goodness it's Friday." You huff and sit at your kitchen counter. "What happened to you?" You ask but received no answer.
You lay your head in your arms on the counter. Mistakenly falling asleep. While in dream world, you heard a deep british voice. "Thank You." He whispered. The sounds of chains echoed your ears. Your eyes slowly blinking open, viewing a new environment. A brightly lit room with mirrors all around. You looked around in confusion. A million questions popping in your head. Behind you, you heard a door creak open.
Multiple footsteps approaching you. Turning your head you see three men. A brown skin bulky man with his muscles clearly showing through his shirt, A pale skinned young man in a nicely tailored suit and a security guard. The two guys stood in front the table, you were chained to and the guard stepped back. They both stared at you intensely. "Why am I chained up? Why am I even here?" You lift up your wrists a bit. "Do you know why you're here?"
The young man in the suit asked. "No, that's why I asked. Am I in jail?!" You look around with false amusement. He then slams the table, you jerk back a bit in discomfort. "Are we in New York? And what day is it?" You continue to ask questions. He fixes his tie and stands up right. "No and it's Saturday." He steps back and lets the muscle man take over. "I'm Luke Hobbs and your name is?" He was intimidating. "Y/n L/n." You hold your hands together and relax your body.
"You have associated yourself with a World Class Fugitive and Assassin, Deckard Shaw." You bite down on your lip to block a chuckle. "This has to be a prank. Is someone pranking me?" You slightly laugh and looking around but your eyes meet Hobbs serious face. "You're being serious..." Your face dropped, you still couldn't believe that you just helped a fugitive. "And we know you're an accomplice." The young man accuses. "An accomplice?" You laugh at him.
