The Only She

Chapter 4- Liam Gray and All His Wonders

When we were inside the small building, he told me we were still on the outskirt of town. The building was crumbling, but looked sturdy enough to where if a storm occurred, it would hold. Inside there was one small room surrounded by the thick black stone-like walls.

He sat down in the middle of the floor, and seeing as there was nothing in the room for me to sit on, I sat a distance next to him. The floor was the same as the walls, and it was cold beneath me.

There was a small window behind me that let in enough light to see his face. He was looking at me. "What?" I ask, and he turns away. Was he blushing? "Nothing." He turns to me, and stands. I notice the bag on his arm that I haven't before. The fabric was tan and worn, and the straps were slung over his shoulder. He started rummaging through it.

"What are you looking for?" I ask, and he mumbles something before pulling an object out of the bag. It's a roll of bandage. He walks towards me and sits down, lifting up my arm and pulling up the bottom of my pants leg up.

"What do you think your doing?" And he looks up from struggling with the fabric on my leg.

"When I pulled you out- your welcome by the way- you had a cut on your leg, and one on your shoulder. Those were the only ones I could see without, um, taking your clothes off." He blushed again, and the tint to his cheeks made him look younger than I thought he was.

"How old are you?" I ask as he finishes putting bandage on my leg. He looks up at me and I realize I don't even know his name.

"19. My birthday was June 14th." He moves to my shoulder, applying more bandage than I thought necessary for the small cut. "How old are you?" He asks as he finishes with my shoulder. The question takes me by surprise, and it takes me a few moments to get an answer.

"17, my birthday is September 27th, I think." He looks confused. "How did you survive?" He asks quietly, and at first I think he didn't say anything at all.

"It's- complicated. I'm still a little tired." I say, laying on the cold floor, trying to make him forget his question because I don't feel like answering it just yet.

"What's your name?" I whisper, and I realize that's the only answer I really care about right now. "Liam," he says softly, and he adds, "Liam Gray. What's yours?"

I haven't said my name in so long, I can't remember what it is for a second. He stares at me. "Hunter," I say finally. "Hunter Logan."  I add softly, closing my eyes. He covers me up with a thick blanket, warm in contrast to the floor. Soon I fall asleep, lying next to him.