<Liza>
I sat up, my head pounding.
My eyes searched the strange room. The window was open and I smelt the soft scent of vanilla.
The door handle wiggled, and a tall boy with dusty blonde hair stepped in.
"Alex?"
He smiled and sat on the edge of the bed.
"How'd you sleep?"
I rubbed my head. "Okay I guess.."
"Good," he smiled.
"I'll go tell David you're awake."
I looked up at him as he stood. "David?"
"Yeah, he brought you here last night. We found you knocked out in an alley way."
I drew my knees up to my chest.
"Wow.."
"He'll be in here in a second."
I nodded and watched him as he walked out.
Why would he bring me here?
I examined the room once more. There were several drawings on the wall. The majority of them were landscapes and such. Abstract images were placed beside them.
Door handle moved again, quicker this time.
David opened the door, his brown flopped as he looked at me.
"Liza!"
He darted over and tackled me with hug.
"I'm so glad you're okay."
I grunted at the impact.
"Oh shit.. I'm sorry. Did I hurt you," he said, his voice full of sympathy and regret.
I shook my head.
"No, no. You just shocked me a little."
I let out a little laugh.
He smiled and felt my head. "You don't have a fever. But you have a cut below your hairline."
I closed my eyes as he touched my head.
"I cleaned it last night, but I need to do it again."
I nodded. He slowly grabbed my hand and lead me to the bathroom.
He gently sat me on the counter and removed the dirty bandage from my head.
"Its not as bad as it looks, I promise."
He smiled and made eye contact with for a few seconds before pulling his gaze away.
He pulled rubbing alcohol out of the cabinet below me and poured it onto a rag.
"It will only hurt for a second.."
I nodded and he rubbed my arm.
I winced at the pain as he pressed the cold rag against my temple.
"I'm sorry bab- Liza."
I acted as if I didn't hear him.
"Okay.. It's over." He smiled and rubbed my thigh.
"Thank you David."
"No problem."
We kinda just stared into each others eyes.
I didn't understand it, why he took medicine.
He didn't act mentally distressed. He seemed happy.
I slid off the counter and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in tight.
"I have to get to work.."
"Can you come by later? I'm making dinner."
I smiled.
"Of course."
He smiled and hugged me again. I pulled away and he pushed my curls be hide my ear.
"Have a good day Liza."
"You too David.."
And with that, I walked out.
David confused me. He was hard to figure out.
But it was a puzzle I wanted to solve.
I was figuring him out, one pill bottle at a time.
