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Chapter Four

They managed to get into Millie's apartment complex with out any interruptions and now they walked down the hallway towards her place. The whole time Millie was getting more anxious and scared about what she was gonna find once she reached it. She keeps her gaze on the ground as she limps along only looking up when Sam had stopped in front of an open door. With a deep breath Millie looked up into her apartment only to see some stuff knocked over and papers spread around the counter. Nothing was taken from what she saw having not checked the bedroom or bathroom yet.
"Strange?" She spoke as Sam walked her towards the navy blue crouch softly setting her down.
"What's strange?" He spoke looking around her semi messed up living room and kitchen.
"They didn't steal anything from what I can tell, just messed the place up." She responds making Sam nod his head understanding what she meant. Moving her right ankle slightly she winces making Sam's gaze snap away from the mess to her.
"Where's your kit?" Millie pointed down the small hall behind her.
"First door on the right." She explained making Sam nod and walk off. Millie just sat there wincing every so often from the pain that would shoot up from her ankle. She threw her head back looking up at the cream colored ceiling in wonder.

'How did this happen?' She asked herself as she closed her eyes deep in thought. 'Did Sam know something about this, is he working with someone to get something from me? Or is it just a coincidence.' Those thoughts filled her head over and over again to the point where she didn't even see Sam pull up a chair and sit in front of her with the first aid kit in hand. Lightly touching her leg Sam didn't know if she was sleeping or not, he got his answer though by her snapping her gaze to him after feeling the light touch on her leg.
"Here." He spoke. Slowly and carefully lifting her leg up and placing it on his lap. She winces slightly as her ankle bent down from it hanging off his lap making Sam let out a quiet sorry. He looks down at Millie's leather covered ankle before looking up at her.
"Not gonna lie. This is gonna hurt." He simply spoke making Millie nod her head.

"Ah!" She yelped throwing her head back against the couch and clenching her jaw as Sam tries to remove the biker boot from her ankle. A couple agonizing minutes later it was finally off making Millie let out a sigh of relief. Sam's rough but soft hands touched her ankle softly making the injured girl in front of him wince.
"It's not broken." Sam spoke sparing a glance at Millie who looked at him. They kept eye contact as if trying to figure each other out in some way. Leaning down Sam picks up the wrap in the kit as well as a clip to secure it into place. Sitting back up he gently begins to wrap her ankle, making sure that it wasn't too tight as he does. After a while he was done, Millie didn't look down at her foot though focus being on the man in front of her the whole time. She see's that he has wrapped her ankle up well as if he had done this before.

"Do you mind if I stay here a couple of days?" Sam asked making Millie choke on air for a second. Not expecting him to asked something like that.
"No you don't have to." Millie exclaimed watching as Sam packs away the kit.
"Yeah but I want to." His eyes looked over at Millie who looked down in embarrassment.
"Look I just want to make sure you're safe is all, with that person breaking into your apartment and everything. Not to mention that ankle of yours." Sam explained making the women in front of him nod slightly not believing what she was doing. A smile graced the taller man's face making a small blush creep onto Millie's.
"Your getting the bed though." Millie spoke wanting to be nice to her guest but also wanting to be by the gun that was under the couch as well.

Sam's eyes snapped towards her as if not believing what she had said.
"No you take the bed it's yours anyway." He countered making the smaller women cross her arms.
"Your the guest.
"Your hurt."
"I want you to have the bed."
"It's your apartment."
"Exactly. My apartment, my rules. You get the bed." A smirk formed on her lips watching Sam let out a sigh in defeat. Knowing he wasn't gonna win this one Sam looked over at Millie seeing her smirking.
"Fine, but if you hurt your ankle more I will personally pick you up and place you in that bed then lock the door." Sam declared making Millie chuckle.
"Fine."