Secrets

Chapter 7

I lay by his side all night, refusing to take my eyes off him. He just looks so helpless and for some reason, I feel drawn to him. I see him shift and his eyelids flutter. I draw closer to him and dab his forehead with a wet cloth. He seems to try and speak but no words come out. After a few fatal attempts, words finally leave his mouth for the first time since the club.
"Wh-what happened?" he says stuttering over his words.
It probably wouldn't be wise to tell him exactly what happened last night.
"You were mugged in an alley last night, I came out of the club and saw you unconscious."
"Where are we?"
"We're in a safe place. That's all you need too know."
It seems that it takes him a few seconds to accept my explanation. He eventually gives in to the story. He attempts to rise from his laying position, but in a failed attempt collapses and moans in agony.
"You shouldn't move for awhile, you're still pretty banged up."
"Why-why did you help me?"
His question startled me for a second. Why did I help him? Why did I nurse him back to health? I could've just locked him up and brought him to the Commander and been done with this, but I didn't. I realize I've been dwelling for to long in the question.
"I-I don't know."
He just stares at me in distraught. Neither of us knowing what to do or say. After only seconds, he try's again to rise although this time accomplishing his goal. He scoots closer to me and just looks at me with those deep, dark eyes. He opens his mouth to speak but only air comes out. He try's a second time, and words come out in whispers.
"Th-thank you."
He startles me yet again, I hadn't thought he'd ever say those words.
"You don't have to thank me."
"But I do, you saved my life. Really, I owe you more than a thank you."
"Really, it's fine anybody would've done it."
"But they wouldn't of, most people would've just kept walking."
Not knowing what to do next, I decide to change the subject.
"Anyway you should get some rest."
I get up to leave but as I turn he grabs my hand.
"Wait, where are you going?"
"I'm just going to get food and more bandages for you."
"You're gonna come back right?"
What does he mean? Of course I'm gonna come back. Why else would I have saved him.
"Yeah, I'll come back."
He reluctantly lets me go and leaves me with his sad puppy eyes scorched in my mind. I leave the room and shut the door. After the door is closed, I find my body unwilling to move. All I can think of, is how he didn't want to let me go. He didn't want me to leave him...why? What's he scared of?