Protect me.

Misunderstandings.

Fee's POV

I trust him. Any guy who carries a stranger half a mile, takes her willingly into his home, gives her a bed to rest in, stitches her up, and generally does the best he can, deserves to be trusted.

Okay, well, I do trust people way too easily. Sometimes, it gets me hurt. Badly. Other times, it gives me the best things life can offer. I wouldn't recommend it to anyone else, but its who I am so... I may as well embrace it, in a positive way.

After we introduced ourselves, talked, agreed on a few things, I drifted back off, but I know he didn't leave my side. I heard him breathing softly, staying perfectly still, trying not to wake me.

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I woke up again and It was early evening, it was getting pretty dark, I strained myself and managed to struggle into sitting position. As soon as I placed my feet on the ground my leg cracked underneath the pressure and I screamed out in pain. Shit. I forgot it was broken.

I heard him drop something downstairs that landed with a clatter. Sounded like a pan of some sort. Then, the heavy, quick paced footsteps of someone running. He burst through the door.

'Sorry, Sorry!' I whined 'I forgot it was broken, its nothing, please...'

He sighed and nodded.

'You almost gave me a heart attack...'

I let out a breathy laugh.

'Sorry, again...'

'Fee I-.. I'm sorry. But I'm taking you to the hospital. I cant fix that leg on my own, I'm not a doctor, you need help Fee, that leg is badly broken, if not fractured in places, it wont heal properly without being re-set and having a cast fitted around it, you may never walk properly again if I don't take you Fee...'

I looked solemnly down at the floor. I put my head in my hands, growled, and then sighed. I was going to have to give into him. He wasn't changing his mind.

'Fine. But you'll have to carry me'

'Sure, yeah, of course' he was beaming from ear to ear, my obedience had obviously made him very happy.

He scooped me up, waddled down the stairs with me, and placed me onto the couch. He brought my shoes over and knelt down in front of me, he slipped one onto my left foot first, and I didn't complain, but then it came time for my right foot, and he knew, by the look on my face, that it was probably best to just leave it. Who needs two shoes anyways... right?

He pulled me into his arms again and walked over to the door.

'Fee, could you grab my car keys off the uh- the rack right there, its the one with the-'

'These?'

'Yep, thanks'

I reached, pulled the latch off the door, and swung it open. He kicked it shut behind him and he walked carefully to his car. He placed me ever so gently into the passengers seat, making sure that my broken leg didn't make contact with anything. He jumped into his side, and looked at me, smiling.

'We're gonna get your leg fixed up, and then, you can let me help you, uh- if- y-you still want to, that is...'

I nodded and smiled. But inside I was terrified. I hated hospitals. And quite rightly at that.

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We pulled up, he cautiously picked me up, and strolled in with me, he walked up to the receptionist.