No Country For Young Women

1- I Don't Need Your Help

Shoving the door open, she was quick to wave the man inside, and he seemed to be in a hurry when he rushed past her into the home. Normally she'd consider such a thing rude, but he was injured and seemed to be a little bit on edge.
"Close the curtains and shut the door."

A thick Spanish accent and deep, gravelly voice spoke. His words were a demand, not a question or request. Quick to comply out of fear of this Spanish giant of a man, the ex-nurse did exactly as told. What he said next surprised her to say the least.

"You never saw me." He pulled $200 from his pocket and held it towards the smaller figure.

"I didn't see you, but keep that. I don't want money." She was lying. And she was also growing progressively more scared with every passing second. Maybe she shouldn't have helped.

He smirked at her words, knowing that simply by the laws of human nature there was nothing that she wanted more than that cash. With his free arm, the giant tucked the money back into his pocket.

"Please, take a seat... I'll get my materials."

Before she could disappear completely, she turned around and gave a quick smile." My name is Greene.. Kennedy Greene."

Turning forward and rushing away,  she grabbed anything deemed necessary and stuffed it into a black duffel bag with a red cross on it to symbolize that she was once in fact a full-time nurse. Certified to save peoples lives, or so it's said.

Letting out a sigh, she entered the living room to see the man had finally listened and was sitting on her couch.

"What's your name, might I ask?" Kennedy tried to distract him as she once did when the doctor was away or an emergency arose and she had to take over. He slowly looked up at her as she placed the bag on her wooden coffee table.

"What's it to you?"

"Small talk. It was once a part of my job. It took people away from the pain." She was quick to respond. Most people would get scared when he would say something like this, but not Kennedy. 

"Why did you lose your job?" She was cutting the fabric off of his arm and had freed it of it's sling.

"Umm..." Kennedy tailed off. With shaking hands, she injected the wound with something to numb the pain, hopefully preventing shock.

"Why.Did.You.Lose.Your.Job?" She gave in. Hiding this wasn't solving a damn thing.

"I got scared... I wasn't fast enough and a pregnant woman..... she died. " Kennedy grew quiet as she focused hard on cleaning up his arm. Injecting it with an antibacterial of sorts, she was quick and careful at the same time.

Any tears falling from her eyes went unnoticed and any breath she took was shaky. Suddenly she looked up at the man before her. He had sharp features and large, cold brown eyes. They were like another planet. A desolate, and scary one. 

"I'm going to need you to-"

"Relax? Look at you?"

Kennedy paused for a brief moment. 

"Y-yes."

He tilted his head back, angling it slightly. 

"I am." And immediately after the stranger felt his bone shift in his flesh. He didn't scream or whine, just grit his teeth and let out a pained grunt. With heavy breathing, he stared at the women, and after a few seconds spoke again.

"My name is Chigurh. Anton Chigurh."

Kennedy smiled at the small break through before pulling out her casting materials.