The Runaway (Purple Guy X Reader)

Chapter 2: Awake

~[ Warning: P.O.V Change ]~

I wiped the warmed towel against his forehead and checked his temperature once again. I'm known for my bouts of anxiety and now was borderline near it. Not like my previous anger had helped in any way or form. What did that officer do this to this guy?

My gods, this guy was a little cold, quite literally. But only by a little. Yet that little difference seemed to fuel my worry. I licked my lips out of habit and tucked a strand of stray hair behind my ear.

I glance over his chest from the corner of my eye but shake off the confusion. His purple button-up bore tears and blotches of crimson scattered about, but there had been no visible wounds on him, excluding some fresh scrapes, bruises, and some old scars. Nothing had been left untreated. But still, I'm certain he had been suffering some degree of blood loss, aside from the more minor injuries. Oh, if only I could check his back for any open wounds there.

A splutter from his lips instantly broke me out of my thoughts. The stranger sat up abruptly, obviously straining himself in the process. His chest heaved, despite his subtle attempt to hide it. His eyes spoke of uncertainty, but his posture said otherwise.

Oh. His eyes. They were definitely a sight I've never seen before. They were a vivid shade of violet, seeming to turn lighter the closer to the pupil they were. They seemed to scrutinize my very being, probing the very depths of mind and soul. Although they were awfully entrancing, I had managed to tear your own eyes away from his, out of pure remembrance of manners, and the palm that waved in front of my line of sight. I bit my lip as my brain offered a silent apology.

"Mind me asking what I'm doing here?" his voice rasped.

I had instantly picked up the unopened bottle of water beside me and offered it to him without full registration of my mind.

He mumbled a 'thank you' in reply as he observed the drink before unscrewing its lid. He took a uncertain sip of the water before deeming it safe to drink.

He seems a... little odd, I noted. No shit, Sherlock, what gave it away?

"I-I had found you passed out and bleeding in an alley, err, the mouth of the alley."

His finger circled the mouth of the water bottle, his eyes trained onto it. He glanced back at me briefly before returning his focus. "Why'd you do it?" The rasp was still there, but not as present as before. I could only assume it was his natural tone of voice, or, he was really tired.

I paused in thought absentmindedly looping my fingers within each other. Had he seen me protecting Matt? The fight? Anything back there? "Do what?"

The ends of his lips curled ever so slightly into a smirk. "I know you did a lot back there, and I'm certain you're aware what exactly I'm talking about. But, for the time being, the focus of my question is, why did you save me? You don't know me at all. I could be a threat if anything." His eyes changed focus and bore into my own.

I had found difficulty in responding until I was able to recall some tell-tale signs that beat out the rest. I refuse to be a pessimist. I have changed my views to the best ability, and so help me I will use this when needed. And a good time for that would be now. I'd bet that cocky grin could have danced across my features if it wasn't for my poker face. "I-I don't see you as much of a threat, or at least right now. Because first of all, you're injured and most likely weak. And second of all, wouldn't you have attacked me by now if you had bad intentions?"

His eyebrows arched in smug amusement. "Well, I certainly see you're observant."

Oh boy, I can feel the ego inflation.

"But sadly, you're just as foolish."

A sad--no, dissapointed smile donned my face. "I kinda helped you back there. Come on now..."

His confident smirk curled a little more until his lips revealed his pearly whites. "Who said I needed your help? I'm fine, see?" He briefly gestured to his unbuttoned torso before resting his chin on his knuckles.

He clearly seemed unphased by my expression.

"You seem to be rather cocky, aren't you?

"How can you tell?"

"Well, you're somehow charming, I'll give you that," I said as I pointed a finger in his direction.

"I'll take that as a compliment, whether you like it or not."

"As expected?"

"Well would you look at that, the observant gal has got this guy figured out within moments."

"It only takes so long for a formal only-listener to realize the tell-tale signs."

I could've sworn his facade faltered after he fully registered my words.

I stood up as I glanced over my watch. My face immediately fell as I realized the time. "Oh shit oh shit, I'm going to be late--"

His expression completely fell this time, revealing pure confusion and curiosity. "Late to where may I ask?"

"College classes," I answered as I gathered my stuff as quickly as I could.

His eyebrows furrowed in renewal. "This late? It's kinda a dangerous thing to do for a young woman such as yourself."

"Signed up late, ended up with late classes. Only thing available at the time. I needed the credits ya' know?" I turned around as I slung my backpack over my shoulder, giving him a raised eyebrow. "And what? You think that you in your current condition can help me out, tough guy?"

He faked a wince. "Ouch, that burned some."

"Besides," I called over my shoulder as I picked up the keys. "You said you saw me earlier. Which should automatically deem me capable of caring for myself."

He shrugged in response.

"Oh, and you want anything to eat when I come back?"

He laid back down on the couch, his entire body taking it whole. "Uh, whatever's good 'round here is fine. I'll have whatever you're having."

I rolled my eyes and locked the door shut after me. Hopefully he won't require babying.