Her Protector

A Love Returns

New York City. April 6th, 2030. 9:30 P.M.

After their horrifying night in Chinatown, Lucas and Riley finally arrived at her penthouse. The two entered the penthouse with Lucas closing the door behind him and locking it up while Riley walks down the hallway, heading into her bedroom with Lucas following her. As the two entered Riley and Charlie's bedroom, Lucas watched as Riley took off her black flats from off of her feet and entered the bathroom to grab a first aid kit to treat Lucas' wound.

"Do you want anything to drink? Want me to get you a glass of water or something?" Lucas asked as he sat down on the bed.

"No, thanks. I'm fine." Riley said. Lucas removed his denim jacket, setting it down on the chair, looking back as he sees Riley stepping out of the bathroom with the first aid kit and sat down next to him. "Alright, let me see. Hmm. Jesus, Lucas. You were very lucky that guy didn't kill you."

"They don't call me Lucky Lucas for nothing." Lucas said as Riley rolled up his sleeve, making him wince in pain for a bit.

"Sorry." Riley apologized.

"It's okay. Since when do you know how to treat wounds?" Lucas asked.

"I'm married to a doctor, remember? Charlie taught me how to treat a bullet wound." Riley said as she picked up a white cloth, then opened up a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and poured it on the cloth and began to clean the area of the bullet graze wound. Lucas hissed from the burning sensation after the hydrogen peroxide came in contact with his wound.

"Christ! Sure you're not using iodine? Because that stuff stings like a bitch! Pardon my French. I know that you don't like hearing me curse in front of you." Lucas said.

"That's okay. And it's only hydrogen peroxide. I'm not going to torture you with iodine. Yet." Riley teased as Lucas chuckled a bit. Riley grabbed a clean cloth to stop the flow of blood by applying pressure on the wound until the bleeding subsides. "I need to bandage your arm, could you take off your shirt, please?"

Lucas nods as he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his body, revealing his toned abs and muscular chest. While bandaging the wound, Riley began to notice the scar on Lucas' chest. Lucas looked at Riley, watching her bandaging his arm while she kept her focus on his scar. Riley began to look at Lucas and looked away quickly after she finishes bandaging his wound.

"There. You're all bandaged up. Lucas, before you say anything, I want you to answer this question. If not, then that's fine. I won't bug you about it anymore. Do you want to talk to me about what happened to you when you got shot on that night?" Riley asked. Lucas sighed and got up from the bed as Riley watched him walking toward the window, looking at the stunning New York skyline.

"I was off-duty that night. I was a patrolman three years ago." Lucas said.

(Flashback, Three Years Ago)

I was on my way home after a long day of work. I stopped at a 7-Eleven to get me a cup of coffee. I was about to pay for my coffee, until I heard someone screaming. I've decided to check it out myself and I see this kid. An African American male who was only seventeen years old.

"Give me the money in the register!" The teenage boy exclaimed, aiming his MP-443 Grach at the Middle Eastern clerk.

I see this kid holding his gun sideways, gangster style. I couldn't believe what I'm seeing. A young kid trying to rob a store. I began to focus on the scene, watching as the clerk hands the teen the money. I didn't want to shoot the kid, I wanted to talk him out of making the biggest mistake of his life without any bloodshed.