Feel - Tradley AU

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~Tristan Oliver Vance Evans~

What would you have done if a girl came to your door, battered and bleeding, then told you that 'they' were coming. Probably something more sensible than me. I picked her up and put her on my sofa, chewed my nails whilst staring at her for around a minute, then cleaned up as much blood as I could and called James, the more responsible one of the two of us.
'Tris? What's up?' James sounded slightly annoyed that I'd called him, which was rude in my opinion but I had other things to worry about, such as:

'James, this is going to sound crazy, but there's a girl in our apartment.'

'Okay...' He sounded lost 'Why do I need to know that?'

'Well, she's passed out.' I stated, looking down at the girl on the sofa who had her mouth open and was dribbling onto one of the cushions, causing me to wince in disgust.

'Jesus, Tris, what did you do?!'

'Nothing! I opened the door and she said 'Tristan Evans, they're coming' and then passed out on me! I don't even know how she knows my name or who 'they' are, but apparently they're coming for me and I should probably be scared seeing as I found her beaten up and covered in blood.'

'Fucking hell,' James sighed, and I could imagine him closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to work out what to do.'Ugh okay. Hold tight, we're coming back.'
I was glad he'd said that, seeing as I was more useless as an octopus with no tentacles. To be fair on me, I did use what little initiative I have and placed some ice packs on the girl's body in the places it was swelling, but apart from that I didn't really do much. I was tempted to put a picture up on Snapchat, but figured I'd probably either piss someone off or they'd think that I beat her up and then I'd get arrested, which would not have been good seeing as James would be cross when he would have to bail me out.

When he eventually got home, I had moved myself outside the apartment because the girl was starting to give me the creeps. James and Zack went straight past me and into the apartment, leaving me to follow. 'Where is she, Tris?' James questioned, urgency coating is tone.

'The sofa' I replied, pointing towards it. James and Zack both rush over to her and Zack instantly takes charge, telling James what he needs to help stop the bleeding. I ask if there's anything I can do, but Zack tells me that I've "done enough", as if I was the one who beat her up! God, he just wants to be the hero in front of James. I'm gagging. But then again, I'm also secretly jealous, because where the hell is my soulmate at? Like hello, are you trapped in somebody's basement or something? Why aren't you where I am? I kinda need you to reveal yourself soon, because otherwise we're going to be ripped apart and I'm going to be fused, and you'll end up being soulless and someone is going to have to drag you to a centre to get it fixed.

When the girl eventually woke up, it was about two hours later and thankfully, Zack had fucked off elsewhere. 'Uh, James?' I called, frowning as I watched the girl's eyelids flutter as she woke and started to look around. 'James?!' Don't judge me for freaking, I didn't fucking know what to do! 'She's waking up!'
James briskly walked over and knelt down by the sofa.

'Hello there,' James spoke softly to the girl, who started to frantically look around as she tried to sit up. 'It's alright, it's alright, you're alright, you're safe.' James soothed, reaching out to the girl slightly in an attempt to comfort her.

'I don't care that I'm safe!' She cried 'I care about-' and then she stopped. She frowned to herself, looking down to her hands, as if trying to work out who she was. 'I- I don't remember.'
James and I shared a concerned glance.

'You don't remember coming to the door?' I questioned. The girl jumped slightly and turned to me, eyes wide. She didn't say anything for a few seconds.