When I awoke on the bed, I knew something was wrong. The sheets were not my own, and there was the distinct smell of cat fur all over the pillow. A small weight held down the blanket on my right, leaving a pressing force on my chest and legs. I slowly turned my head, opening my eyes to see a person with long, strawberry-blonde hair and admittedly gorgeous blue eyes. They smiled when they realized I was awake.
"Hey, you," they said. "You're finally awake. The name's Oisa, she/her. Nice to meet you!" She handed me something from the nightstand, and I squinted to see it was an Advil bottle on a tray next to a plate of bacon and some bread. There was also a bottle of water, which I assumed looked clear enough, though it was still very difficult to see through my sleepiness and apparent stupor.
"Uh... Thanks?" I murmured, grabbing the bottles and pouring two pills into my hand. "M-my n-" I stopped. What if it's a trick? I shouldn't tell her my name or eat anything she gives me. Although, I considered the food, I am very hungry... "What happened? Why am I here?"
"A blow knocked you out," she said. "We were fighting — which, as I've already stated, I don't condone — and a pillar fell on you. I thought you'd have more of a concussion, but you should take some pain meds just in case." She smiled — "I'm glad you woke up, though."
"... Why?" I asked, filled with suspicion and distrust. "I'm your worst enemy, aren't I? Why would you save me?"
"Because," she said, smiling broadly, "I believe there is good in everyone, even if they don't see it. You may think I see you as my worst enemy, but really, I think you're just misunderstood." I growled.
"I'M NOT MISUNDERSTOOD!!" I shouted, jumping up. "I just want to get revenge on those who broke me, made me feel weak, hated, who chopped up my heart like a lamb, and I-" I looked down. "Did you change my clothes? Where is my cape? WHY AM I WEARING PINK?!"
"Don't worry, I just thought you'd be more comfortable in this."
"WHY DID YOU CHANGE MY CLOTHES WHILE I WAS SLEEPING?" I nearly screamed. "What else did you do? WHY IS IT PINK?!" I backed away till I hit the wall, and felt around my body, checking for abnormalities, but found none — other than bandages around my right shoulder and a cold bag tied to my head on the same side.
"Please don't fret. All I did was change your clothes and bandage you up because they were all bloody and torn. I can sew you some new ones if you want. Those were all I had — sorry they're pink."
"I don't want new ones," I snarled, "I want my cape back. Where are my old clothes? Give those back!!"
"I will, once they're clean and mended," Oisa said. She looked genuinely apologetic about the pinkness of the clothes I was currently wearing. Actually, the whole room was blindingly pink. "Again, what's your name?"
"As if I'd ever tell you." I kept my eyes on the tiny velvet ottoman. "How do I know I can trust you at all, Oisa?"
"Because I saved you. Here," she handed me the slice of bread from the platter. It was whole bread, toasted. "I'm really sorry about what happened, but I thought you'd be hungry. Don't you want something to eat?" She held it out as I stared at it, my eyebrows furrowed. "I promise, it's not poisoned."
"Really." I said skeptically. "You know I have no way of fact checking that until I'm already dead." She sighed and smiled.
"Riot, I'm the good guy. I'm the one who travels to the end of the earth to find you, and to save you from yourself. And before you ask," she said as I opened my mouth, "it was printed on your cape. You've really gotta decide whether you want to be known."
I stammered, unable to think of a good response. She was right, and I hated it. "I guess you've got a point," I said. "Alright, buddy, I guess I'll eat your bread. I'm not touching that bacon, though;" I nodded my head towards the plate, "even if I weren't vegetarian, its not nearly cooked enough."
"Fair. I like my bacon nice and soft and chewy, so that's something we don't have in common."
"We don't have anything in common," I grumbled to myself. "Not to mention your terrible taste in bacon..."
