I was walking down the streets of Hell's kitchen probably too late for my own good. I was listening to Fine Line by Harry Styles silently crying. Out of nowhere someone came up behind me and hit me on my head knocking me out.
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I woke up in a dark apartment lit by billboard lights. I was shaking scared and in excruciating pain. I groaned trying to roll out of the bed.
"Whoa whoa whoa. Lay back down. You're safe now." A man walked up to me with cuts on his face and his shirt was torn from some sort of cut going across his stomach. "I'm Matt. You were jumped but I got you out. You're fine now don't worry." He looked at me but not really at me. "Oh by the way I'm blind."
"O-oh. Ok.." I didn't exactly know what to say. I'm obviously injured in some blind man's apartment. "Matt are you okay?" I questioned noticing him grunting as he moved clutching his side.
"Oh yeah I'm fine. You should see the other guys." He smirked and walked out to the kitchen. As he walked back towards me I could see him better in the lighting and boy he was hot. My heart began to race and I noticed his mouth turn up for a split second, strange. "Here take some of this and drink some water." He handed me the glass. I slowly sat up.
"So, you fought those other guys?" I questioned.
"Y-yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck.
"Are you some sort of superhero?" I said jokingly.
"Something like that." He got up and laid down on the couch in the middle of his apartment. I was beginning to feel a lot better. I got up the stamina to walk over to meet him on the couch. I could hear he was in pain.
"I'm fine." He grunted as I began to stand up.
"No, you're obviously not." I walked over to him and noticed he had taken his shirt off. My heart started racing again. He let out a laugh that turned into a groan as he grabbed his side.
"You're hearts racing." He mumbled.
"What?"
"I can hear a lot of things, heart rates being one of them. I can hear yours. Am I in worse condition than I thought?" He asked seeming genuinely concerned.
"No, no you're umm fine. Well not fine. just- yeah." I knelt down next to him examining his cuts. Lucky for him I'm a licensed nurse! "Yeah this cut on your side is gonna need stitches."
"Dammit." He groaned rolling his head back. "I have a kit in the kitchen under the sink. Bring the liquor as well please."
"Wait, you want me to do them?" I stood up shocked. "I can take you to the hospital it's no problem."
"No. no. You can do it." He smiled up to me.
