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Nadia POV

The weather is icky and it's the best kinda day for junk food and movies. I snuggle up on the couch with my fluffy blanket right as i hear a pounding on my door.

i paid rent

i probably have a few people that want me dead

im thinking of who else it could be when they give themselves away

its devon. She's asking me to open up and she sounds drunk. im fucking pissed at her for playing me and i don't feel like giving into her game tonight. I open the door to tell her off but when i open it, i barely have half my sentence of telling her off out of my mouth when i see her

"oh my god devon"

her eyes are floating in her skull. She's been drugged. Fuck.

She trips over her words and they all blend into one. I understand what she was saying though... she didn't know where else to go...

she tries to stand on her own without the assistance of my door jam and her body gives out. She slumps forward and I catch her in my arms. I look both ways down the hall to make sure nobody else saw before I drag her limp unconscious body back into the apartment, i close the door after i gently lay her on the couch. What the fuck happened.

Better question: who the fuck did this and have they come to peace with their mortality because i'm about to end it.

I look at her and my heart is pounding. Her nose is bloody, her eye is swollen, shes soaked from the rain, she has cuts all over her, she has bruises littering her skin... What happened.

Her mouth is busted but her lips part gently. It almost looks like shes asleep but shes in a much deeper state of- sedation. Even thinking it scares me. If shes out for more than a few hours then Ill have to take her to the emergency room but for now I will take care of her.

I run a shallow warm bath and carry her in. I leave her in her bra and underwear so I can see her injuries and care to them. Fucking hell. She has bruises all over her stomach and her back is splotched with red as if shed been kicked over and over. The longer I look at her injuries the more questions I have. I start by disinfecting all her cuts and putting polysporin on them. She doesnt have any that need stitches- thank god. I can do them but they do not look good. I bandage up the one of her forehead.

After I was all the blood and dirt off of her I lift her out of the tub and carry her to my room where a warm fluffy towel is waiting for her. After she is dried, I quickly change her out of her bra and underwear... not because I wanted to see. They were damp and cold and it would not be healthy to leave her in them.

Once her hair is brushed and she is dressed in one of my oversized tshirts and boxers, I get the ice packs. I ice her eye with it wrapped in a towel as to not damage the optic nerves. I ice the major bruises on her stomach and I put a heating pad under her back to sooth the abrasions.

It breaks my heart to see her like this. How could I have been so mean when answering the door? she came here for help and I yelled at her. If she was any stronger she would have left. She came here because she said she didnt know where else to go. Am i her person?

While my thoughts spiral, I realize I unconciously moved her leaning her against me. I play with her semi damp hair running my fingers through it and its so soft. Her face is all beaten up and swollen. Her busted lip, swollen eye, tiny cuts across her face etc. They make her look even more hard core. She has gorgeous dark hair and these glowing dark eyes.

She moans softly and her eyebrows crease in pain. I want to give her something but I dont know what is in her system, i dont want there to be a bad interaction.