Give Me Love {#1 in an Ed Sheeran series.}

Chapter 7

One month later.

I aim my arrow as the man turns his back. I'm about to shoot him as he hears my bow creak. He sees me poised and ready to shoot, and he's mad. Lashing out, he shouts abuse and I nearly topple over as he hits my face, hard. He is about to punch my gut, when-

"Oi, you!!! Yeah, you there!! Don't you go bashing an innocent girl!!" A girl(35, I'd say) runs down the alleyway and shoves the man, who, toppling over, cowers in the corner like a little child. I can see why. This woman has a military stance. She's killed people(probably. She seems to have the bloodstains on her hands(not literally).). I fall over, hitting my head.

Are you alright? The words are just text in front of my eyes. I can't hear her. I'm probably concussed, but that's fine. Thanks? No, it didn't work. Speak. Words not forming properly in my head.

Thanks. And then I pass out.

*

My eyes flutter open. Blinding light. Shut the curtains, please. Still not speaking properly, I see. The curtains are shut and there is a weight at the end of my bed. My bed? No. Someone else's; much more comfy.

Water? Anything I can get for you? I nod as best I can. Yes.

A cup of water is placed in my hand. I sit up, my vision fuzzy.

How long have I been asleep for? The girl holds up three fingers. Or is it four? How many? I can't see properly.

Ah, still concussed I see. Three hours. I gulp down the water. My hand shakes(or does it?) as I put the glass down. My cheek hurts. The man comes to mind.

Who was he?

I don't know, but I can tell you who I am. I'll start from the very beginning, shall I? Hello my name is Taylor(said a bit more like Tayler) and I'm-

Hello, Tay-ler.

Got a good sense of humor, I see. I'm- hmm, let's see, I'm a retired army doctor, I'm thirty-five(just like I thought) and I am happy to let you stay here for as long as you want. My husband is away on police work in California, though I've no idea why. But he is good at his job, so it makes some sense, but still very little. What's your "name?"

I cover my ears as my hearing returns fully. "Isabel." I whisper. My head hurts. "Have you any aspirin?"

"I'll go get some." Tayler smiles. A minute later(I timed it) Tayler comes back with another glass of water and two aspirin. "Here you are." She says and sits down on the bed I am in(not mine). I take the medication.

"Can I go back to sleep?"

"You can do whatever you want. It's half eleven am, so I'll leave you to it. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

*

The next time I wake it's night time. I sneak outside to see where we are. Her house is near the city, so I go for a walk down to the coffee shop next to The Diner. The red headed man is there, again, and I walk in(the bell rings pleasantly) and sit at his table.

"Hi." He says, looking up from his coffee.

"Hey." I smile. He smiles back.

"I'm Ed."

"Isabel." I say, holding out my hand. He-Ed-shakes it and his hand is warm from the coffee, and the butterflies do loop-the-loops in my stomach, and I wonder why. My face flushes a little, and I look down. A waitress comes to take my order, and I am about o ask for a tea(white, with two sugars) when I remember I have no money.

"I'm sorry, I haven't any money on me."

"It's alright, I do. What do you want?"

"No, that wouldn't be fair; anyway, I have to go. I'm expected somewhere."

"Bye!" Ed calls out as I rush out the door. I turn my head around, smile and wave before going on my merry way.

**

Hello. Two updates in a day; I feel as though I'm on fire. My creative juices are flowing freely, but one, it's time for bed.

Vale!(Italian for farewell, according to the song Vale Decam.)