Saving Him

Chapter 5: Huh?

I wake up to being moved around? My eyes snap open and I see Achilles carrying me upstairs.
"W-w-what a-r-re you do-ing?"
I say trying not to blush.
"I'm carrying you to your bed Doll." He says with a smile.

I only nod and close my eyes once again. For some reason I trust him a lot more than I would other people. Once we get upstairs I hear Achilles kick open my door quite loudly I might add. Then I feel him gently lay me down on my bed.

I feel him sit down next to me and I pretend to be asleep. He leans down and kisses my forehead much to my surprise and his lips feel warm and soft. He then mutters "Sleep well Doll." And gets up and walks out of my room, closing the door, then out front door.

Once I hear the door click shut I spring out of bed and touch my forehead blushing furiously. I can't believe he did that! Maybe he does like me?

Oh well that's for another time because my nose still hurts a good amount. I slink back into bed and rub my nose a little hoping to alleviate some of the pain, it doesn't work very well but it's a nice thought.

I get comfy and close my eyes then I start drifting off to sleep.
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*8 hours later*
I jolt awake as Achilles burst through my door and falls on the floor. He looks so battered I can't even speak as I am so startled the words are choked up in my throat. He looks up at me through hazy eyes and passes out. I run to him and somehow get him up on the bed.

I cut his shirt off and look at the stab wound that I hadn't noticed before but can very clearly see now. I run to bathroom and grab the first-aid kit. When I get back to the room Achilles is still out cold so I rush over and take his temperature then start cleaning his wounds.

His face and torso are all cut up. He has scars everywhere and now that I look closer I can see cigarette burns and different shapes carved into his skin. It's kinda hot not going to lie but still it's not gonna help him if I doddle.

I bet his torso cleaned up and bandaged up. He has bruises everywhere and what looks like shoe prints. I don't dwell long so I can get his face taken care of. His face looks bad. He has a black eye, busted lip, busted nose, a cut on his cheek and blood running down his forehead.

I mumble to myself about the different possibilities of what could have happened and think about if he's gonna be mad when he wakes up. Once I get done so with his face he starts to stir. Achilles jerks up and looks around quickly once his eyes land on me he calms down and let's put a long sigh.

"Thank you Doll. I know this is scary and I'll explain everything in a little bit but for right now can I please have some pain killer?"
He says looking tired. I nod and quickly hand it over with a glass of water. Huh? This is different.

He chugs it quickly then looks me in my eyes and pulls me over to him without making a sound. I squeak in surprise then give in and lean against his chest, being careful of his stab wound. I wish I new what happened but it's not my place to ask.

He lays his head on mine and hugs me tight. He pulls us both back until in practically on him and he's on his back he mutters goodnight to me and poke his cheek in return. We both started nodding off so I figured I'd ask him about it tomorrow. And with that thought I feel asleep.