What Happened To You?

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The hero shows up at the villain's door step. Stumbling up the stairs of their apartment. The hero rang the doorbell and the villain answered angrily, wondering who would be at their apartment this late in the night. The hero is shivering, bleeding, scared. There's a slightly dazed look in their eyes. Looking up at the villain, swaying side to side, trying to stay standing, they mumble, "I didn't...know w-where else...to go." before falling into the villains arms.

The villain holds the hero in their arms confused on what to do. They drag the hero inside their home, making sure not to hit them against any furniture. The villain puts the hero onto their shoulder and carries them to the bedroom, where they lay them onto the bed. Not knowing what to do, the villain tucks the hero under the blankets and leaves the room.

The next morning the hero wakes up, confused, still a little dazed from the night before. They stretch their muscles, forgetting the events that occurred the night before, which results in them grunting in pain. The villain walks into the room carrying a first aid kit and a breakfast tray for the hero. The hero jumps upon the villain's entrance. "Sorry..didn't mean to startle you." The villain quietly says, placing the breakfast tray on the bedside table. The hero recalls the night before, they went to the villain for help. "I didn't know what you like to eat, but I made some bacon and eggs for you..!" The villain says pointing at the plate. The hero slowly sits up and places their back against the wall, using a pillow for leverage.

"D-do you want me to wait for you to eat before I treat your wounds, or wait?" The villain asks the hero. "Treating them now would be nice.." The hero says hesitantly. "Okay.., um..could you possibly turn towards me.?" The villain nods.

The hero slowly turns to the side to where their legs are dangling off the side of the bed. The villain grabs the hero's chin to see their bruised face. "What did you do?" The villain speaks more confidently. The hero releases their face from the villain's hand. "Nothing that concerns you." The hero spoke. The villain was taken aback. They were the one who arrived on the villains doorstep for help, it only makes sense they let them know what happened. "Look, I need to know what happened." The villain sighs and grabs alcohol to put on a bloody wound. The hero winces as the alcohol-soaked cloth touches their skin. "Why do you care? I-I mean, you don't have to take care of me. I should have never come here in the first place." The hero stutters. The villain looks up at the hero and shakes their head. They don't even know why they were helping the hero.

The villain chuckles to themself. "What? What's so funny?" The hero questions. The villain shakes their head and chuckles once more. "Nothing Hero." The hero was taken aback. "Hero" a nickname. It makes sense as the hero never told them their name. "What's your name, villain?" The hero asks. The villain looks up from bandaging the second wound. "What?" The villain answers. "Your name. What is it?" The hero asks once more, confused. Why would they have to repeat themself? Can the villain not hear? "No, I heard what you said, Hero. I'm not deaf. Why would I tell you my name? Gonna rat me out to your little superhero boss?" The villain mocks. "No!" The hero calls out. The villain jumps at the sudden outburst, messing up the bandage. "Sorry. I promise, I won't tell a soul. Trust me." The hero softly says. The villain believed them, but why tell them their name when they don't know theirs? "Celeste." The villain whispers. The hero hears the villain. "Celeste? That's pretty." The hero repeats.

The villain stays quiet and lowers their head. "Don't blush, dear Celeste." The hero says jokingly. Celeste holds her head up high. "You're all bandaged. Eat the breakfast I made before it gets too cold. Then I want you out of my apartment." She says sternly. The hero nods as the villain walks out of the room.

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