Hips and guns

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Honestly my goal is to finish this by chapter 60 😓 or less
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My eyes studied her features as she had calm down enough to sleep. She's an odd drunk. Instead of being loud, rude, crazy, she was contained and quiet, to me at least. Even when she yelled at me I could tell she didn't mean it. Brushing my hand lightly on her injured arm to see if she would move but didn't.

Still a heavy sleeper, even more that you drank.

Lifting her sleeves seeing the bandaged arm, slowly I took the wrap off seeing it was stitched off. Seeing it still fresh, I pulled out my phone and called someone, after a few rings they picked up.

' Sir? It's very late is everything okay?' He croaked

" sorry to awake you, I need you to look into any hospital of a 100 mile radius, for her name. Find out what she was hospitalized for or any police reports...that's all have a nice night"

' Her name in hospital or police, got it goodbye' he hummed

Sighing a bit, I stood up and re bandaged her stitched wounds. Yet the ones on her legs were small and seemed like she got nicked.

I'm sorry I couldn't be there.

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Leaning against the kitchen counter, my eyes glued to my phone as I skimmed through her information—or new information. I had forgotten I wanted her information sent to me. From little to now. Odd...but I couldn't help myself anymore. I'm already this close to her might as well see who she was.

Hearing the door to her room open, I looked up. Her hair was a mess—beautiful—but messy. Her shirt hanging lower to her thighs, she walked slowly towards the table. She reached for the pain killers I placed there and took them immediately as she plopped on the couch. Thankfully I had cleaned a bit up, unfortunately she is still so unaware of her surroundings.

" shit what the hell was a I thinking" she scolded her self.

Not wanting to hear anything else, I slowly walked to her till I was in full view. Noticing me her eyes widened as her figure froze. It's like she couldn't believe I was here, that I wasn't even real.

" Wh-What are you doing here!?" She shouts, In seconds she shut her eyes and relaxed back on the couch. Rubbing her head as I chuckled.

" morning sweetheart" i lovingly spoke, She cringed a bit as I sat in front of her using the table for support.

" again the table" she muttered, I hummed not wanting to say anything yet. I wanted her to ask, I needed her to speak to me. It's not like I didn't come here for no reason either.

" I may or may not have been tipsy to the point even saying whatever—but! I do remember you coming to me...I don't remember what you said but I was mad-ish?" She stated

Her eyes bounced anywhere but me. It made me smile a bit seeing she was becoming tense. " did you like your flowers? Or the orange lily's you kept?" I softly spoke, though my accent took a bit over.

She paused unsure on how to answer but I knew full well. " they were pretty. I just started collecting them." She briefly said

It was silent again before I stood up, I knew she hated that I did that but, I want her to talk. Going back to the stove I grabbed two bowls and served us some soup. It wasn't fancy just something I learned. Walking to her and placing it in front of her and sat beside her still giving her space.

" I talk, you listen. After we can watch as many shows as you want, till you feel better and we can talk about something else" I insisted

She opened her mouth but I turned my attention away from her. Turning on the TV, she sighed and got comfortable hearing a small thank you. Letting her relax on the couch as I scrolled through my phone still reading some things and updating my brothers. At times stealing glances seeing her completely engulfed in a blanket, or resting for a moment. I don't blame her, these days were tournament for her.