TRIGGER WARNING (TW): Physical/Psychological abuse and Gore
___________________Charlie slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was blurry and it took awhile for her eyes to adjust to the light that was entering what looked like a window while warming her hands that rested over her belly.
She blinked a few times trying to adjust her vision and trying to understand where she was. Her eyes first went to her hands. There was a blanket separating them and her body. She then looked around her hands and figured she was laid on something. By its softness, it was a bed.
The blonde frowned her eyebrows and shifted her gaze towards her surroundings. She was in a room she had never seen before. There was a small wardrobe made from dark wood right in front of her. Her feet were 'pointing' to the wardrobe that occupied almost the whole wall.
On her left side, the bed was touching the wall, and there was a big window above. On the left she could see an open door.
She definitely wasn't in her home anymore, neither the hotel... Where was she after all?
As she tried to see what was by her side, she saw a gray fabric. Her eyes slowly went up, to get the bigger picture. To her surprise, it was Alastor. He was sitting in a chair, sleeping. His glasses were over his lap as his hand was holding them.
For a brief moment, Charlie thought she was dreaming, but it quickly got away as soon as she recalled what happened last night with some flashbacks that popped into her mind.
Quickly she looked at her hands, they were... Clean? Then, she lifted her blanket, she was wearing a red robe, which made her blush. Did Alastor change her? Her hand went to the robe to open it, no... He didn't, she still had the same clothes with blood stains under the robe.
Her eyes went back to the man who was peacefully resting on the chair. She couldn't help but smile at the thought of him being so polite to the point he didn't even dare to change her while she passed out. The fact that she could feel some peace now just by having him by her side was... So good.
As she kept looking at him, she could feel her body wasn't totally rested yet, as she felt it getting relaxed once again, same as her eyes. Charlie fell asleep once again.
"Charlie?" A far away voice echoed in Charlie's head, as she felt her body moving slowly.
"Dear, it's breakfast." The voice echoed closer as her body moved again. She woke up, and looked directly at the sound's source.
It was Alastor, dressed with a white T-shirt with suspenders, his usual black bowtie, and a pair of dark brown pants.
"I don't know what you would like to eat but-" Alastor got a tray and lowered it down so she could see. "I made you some pancakes." He smiled. "And orange juice."
Charlie frowned, confused. He even made her breakfast? She then smiled at him before sitting on the bed.
He carefully placed the tray over her lap. "How are you feeling?"
"Tired... But safe." She half smiled at him.
"I suppose you feel good, then?" Alastor chuckled as he put his hands behind his back. "Are you... Feeling any pain, dear?"
"Pain?" Charlie tilted her head and blinked. "No, why?" She got the fork and knife to cut the first piece of the pancakes.
"You were covered in blood, Charlie..." Alastor adjusted his glasses.
"Oh- That!" Charlie looked down to her hands. She had to think quickly about what to say. "I was trying to come back here, but I tripped on something. A stick, maybe? It was so dark I couldn't quite tell what it was. Then, I hurt my head pretty badly. I tried to look after someone I knew and I saw you. I was dizzy and my vision became slightly blurry. I'm just glad it was really you." She giggled shyly. She was lying, but... What was she supposed to say?
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