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Part 42 - Doctor Evan

Mornin' sweethearts. Thank you for your amazing support, with you every day is the best one. I hope I somehow properly explained why is Evan acting like he's acting down bellow. I know it's harder to believe, but keep in your minds that his brain is already messed up. Enjoy ^.^
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(Evan POV)
Why didn't I recognize it? It was so obvious. They way he talked to me that day, the way he acted. There's no such thing like a destiny, or fate. So Eric is dating Craig only because of me. And maybe not. Maybe he hasn't been with him from the time I got kidnapped. Delirious said my best friend was still alive right? He wouldn't lie to me, would he?

I heard a keys in the door, and my heart started to pound when I knew HE is home. Against my own high will of ignoring my feeling towards him I got excited. Opening the door I went to greet him.

My heart stopped beating as I saw him half naked. He was heavily breathing, pouting like he couldn't breath properly. He found the support on the counter in the kitchen. I did a few slow steps towards him, fear filled my mind. I didn't know what was going on. At that moment I saw blood on the ground. As I followed by my eyes the trail I ended up on his body, where he held his hand on his stomach.

"A-are you o-ok?" I stuttered silently.

He slowly raised his sight to me, his blue eyes full of pain, without the energy, without any life. And right at that moment he fell on the ground.

I ran towards him, my body sinked in panic. I didn't know what to do, or how to do it. He wasn't moving, his eyes closed. Panic filled my body. I quickly checked his pulse. It was so weak.

Oh my fucking God! Is he dead? Maybe he just passed out. What am I going to do?

I looked around to see the door, my way to freedom.

This is it. This is my only chance. I can leave him here, escape from this shithole. But I can't. He's dying, he needs my help. I'll leave after he would be safe. Fine, he needs to go to the hospital, pronto!

I quickly stood up, when it hit me.

Fuck! What am I going to say? Hi, this man, who tortured me, is wounded. Take a good care of him. And by the way I'm the one you're hopefully looking for. Brilliant. Plus he won't make it on time, he will bleed till he get to the hospital. Then it's up to me?

My whole body started to shake, as the nervousness took control over my body.

"Just hold on few more minutes, please," I whispered to him.

I started to look for any source of the internet, or just a book or anything that could help me out. I found laptop lying on the table in the living room. Nervously tapping on the wood I waited for that machine to work completely, here and there checking him up.

Fuck! I have to be quicker, what if he die? Oh my god what if he's already dead! Ok, focus!

I read few different websites, just to confirm the most important things. Within few minutes I found the first aid kit in the living room in the top shelf of the closet. I returned to him, my whole body shaking.

I have to be strong for him. I can't let him die, I just can't.

I put the sterile gloves, quickly cleaned and disinfected the wound. I tried so hard not to puke from so much blood, but I failed a few times. After that I put bandages on the wound only to see it completely drench in the blood  I had to put another bandages over the soaked one, hoping it would help. My heart was racing as I tried to stop my shaking hands, calm myself down.

I did everything I had to to help him up, then slowly dragged his body to the living room, where I prepared some mattresses for him to lay on. Then I walked to clean the mess he, and I, had left behind. The blood continued out of the door, and I knew I have to clean it up before anyone would have spotted that blood trail. So I walked to the door, slowly opening it.

As I saw a light from the rising sun, I had to cover my eyes. The fresh air hit my lungs, and I took a deep breath.

Freedom.

I cleaned the way to his car, looking around me. I missed everything. I missed the air, the sun, the grass, the trees. I missed the sound of the cars, even the chatting from people.

Now I could go. He's safe, he'll survive.

I looked behind me at the house I was kept in. Something deep inside me was pulling me back, like an invisible string, and the worst was I wasn't fighting back. So I walked back, closing the door behind me. I sat on the sofa with a view on him, tiredness took control over my body.

My body was still shaking from the things I had done, I saw images of it right in front of my eyes. But the worst of that all was confusion over my own reactions, over my thoughts and feelings. I felt lost, walking through the mazes without any way out.

I knew he tortured me, he mocked me and humiliated me, he played with me, and yet I felt safe around him. I wanted his attention, hear his voice, see his blue eyes. He looked so calm, and so vulnerable in this state he was in. Like a normal human he should be.

I still could have walked away right now, I still could have escaped. But I didn't want it. He was injured, needed help. I couldn't let him be alone in this.

Standing up I tried to look for any blankets to make him warm. I covered him, inspecting him in closeness. I didn't try to resist my urge to touch his face. It was so soft, the touch I would have never forgotten.

Why you have to be so cold and so mean? It's a mask, but why? Why are you pushing people away?

I stand up with a new plan in my mind, new determination. Time to be a new Sherlock Holmes.

Who exactly are you?