Immortals (Devil may Cry)

Him

I first stumbled upon him in the dark alleyway behind my apartment. He was sitting with his back against the fence and his head was slumped against his chest. He was bleeding immensly from his chest and it covered his front.

He was unconscious. He had light blonde hair and it hung messily in his face. What was I supposed to do? I couldn't just walk away. I cautiously crouched down in front of him. Slowly I reached out and laid my hand on his shoulder. I shook him gently, "Sir, are you alright?"

He snapped awake, pulling away from me, breathing heavily, "Who the hell are you?"

"My name is Cassi. Are you alright?"

His eyelids seemed weighted, and he looked so pale. But he nodded anyway,"Yes, I am fine."

I scoffed,"No you are not. Come, I'll call an ambulance."

He shot me a scary look,"Do NOT call an ambulance. I can do without their help."

Red flags shot up,"Why not?"

"It is... a phobia of mine."

I stared sckeptically at him. He looked ready to pass out, "Well, I can't leave you here. Here, I can give you at least a little bit of medical attention."

I grabbed his arm and hauled him to his feet. He was at least six foot tall, and I was as tall as his collarbone. I then realized that he was carrying a sword. Really? A sword? What, are we in the sixteenth century?

He winced as I made him start walking. He limped along as quickly as his injured state would allow. His breathing became labored almost instantly,"How far is your house?"

"Well, it's actually an apartment building. And it's not far. You were sitting almost right directly behind it."

We limped around the fence, and I dug the keys from my pocket, unlocking the door. I helped him to the couch where he sat, panting heavily. I hurried to the bathroom to grab the first-aid kit. It sat almost directly above my sink. I returned to where the man sat, and was amazed by the sight. He didn't have blonde hair, it was white. Like snow. And his eyes were bright blue.

Without saying anything, I pulled out the guaze.

"Umm..."

He glanced up at me and smiled weakly,"I suppose you will want me to remove my shirt?"

I blushed with embarassment,"I'm afraid so."

He painfully and slowly shrugged out of his coat, and pulled his long sleeve shirt off, revealing a large and deep cut directly above his heart. Man, this guy is well built...

His muscles tensed as a wave of pain washed over him. I pulled him down so he was laying and inspected his wound. It was deep. Very deep.

"What happened?"

"Uh," he groaned,"sword fight."

"Uh huh." I exchanged the roll of gauze for a needle and stitching thread,"I'm going to have to stitch this."

He nodded and stared straight up at the celing. I began stitching him up.

"So, uh, did you take a medical class?"

I nodded, "Yes. But it wasn't very recent. How 'bout you? Take any special classes?"

"Medical, like you," he said with a nod.

I finished the stitching, helping him sit up. I then grabbed the gauze, wrapping it around the stitches. I cut it and tied it off neatly. "Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

He shook his head, "I will not steal food..."

"You aren't! It is nessecary for your survival."

He nodded, "Fine then. Just a glass of water, please."

I rushed to the kitchen, getting him cold water. He drank it quickly, finishing with a studdering breath.

"Sleep. You should sleep. You can take my bed. Here let me help you up the stairs."