.°•Chapter 3.°•

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I lay the young man on my tattered couch and look over his wounds, scanning them as I go along. They weren't fatal but might leave scarring. I look towards his face only to see his pained sleeping expression. He can feel pain while sleeping? Humans are weird.

I run over to the kitchen and grab an emergency first aid kit. I've never used one before, I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later. I run back to the living room and kneel down next to the couch, opening the box I see a bunch of medical looking stuff with long funny names. I begin to pull out stuff at random and read the labels, a small tube catches my eye. "Neosporin?" This has to be the funniest one yet, I continue reading, "antibacterial and pain relief." I look back at the young man's face. It still adorns the same pained expression as before. "Let's give this a shot" I wash my hands and put a dab of neosporin on my finger. I read the directions on the back of the tube and begin to put the 'ointment' as it says on the back, on the his arm wound. After I finish I fasten this white cloth securely around the wound. I see a huge gash on his knee and continue to put neosporin there too, and wrap more of the cloth. His pained expression begins to relax and I let out a sigh of relief.

What a weird looking guy, I've been waiting for him to wake up for almost 2 hours now, but he hasn't budged. I know he's not dead I can see him breathing. How long does sleep mode take for humans again? Whatever I just want him to wake up. Maybe he's low on energy? 'What would the professor do?' I mumble to myself. "Water! Do I have that?" I scurry to the kitchen trying to recall where the 'water' used to be kept. I begin opening up cupboard after cupboard but all I find is loads of cans. A frustrated sigh escapes my past my lips as I continue to rummage through the cupboard. I reach all the way back and feel a bottle, I gently pull it out and read the label. "Purified Water?" Is that the same thing? I run back to the living room and crouch down in my original spot. I open up the bottle and poor it on his head to hydrate him. Like a flower.

The young man shoots up automatically and screams, he turns his head toward me and starts screaming more. I continue to stare up at him silently waiting for him to calm down. He looks at me shocked and confused.

"H-hello?"

"It worked!" I yell.

He jumps back frightened by my sudden outburst.

"Sorry I got excited." I scratch my neck. I don't know why but there is this weird buzzing feeling in my chest. Another malfunction?

"Who are you?"

I look back up at the man with wide eyes. His eyes stare back at me, there a beautiful blue. "Blue" comes out of my mouth as a whisper barely heard by even me.

"What?"

"Oh! Sorry my name is Violet. Who are you?"

"Ashton m'lady." He does a sort of bow, or at least tries to, towards me. "I gotta say Violet suits you, your eyes are stunning!" My face grows hot. I'm overheating? How? Why now?

...System Restart Commencing...

"You good Violet?"

...3...2...1...

...Shut Down...

Ashton P.O.V

I watch this girl fall over onto the carpet, eyes closed. Shocked I fall off the couch and crawl over to her.

"Are you dead?" I poke her cheek.

"Hello!" I check her pulse.

"Oh my god......... Your dead! How in the-"

Her eyes snap open and she sits up.

"Sorry I overheated." She says giggling.

"You what! You don't have a pulse! Are you dead! Are you a ghost! A zombie! A-" she puts a hand over my mouth silencing me. I stare wide eyed and terrified.

"I'm an Android, now that you have your answer if I take my hand away will you stop yelling?" I nod.

"Ok." She hesitates "no yelling."

Violet P.O.V

He started yelling again. Why is he freaking out?

"Stop!"

He stops but continues to look at me wide eyed. "Why is this so surprising to you? I mean you had to put 2 and 2 together at some point."

"What the hell are you talking about how was I supposed to guess you were an Android!"

"I carried you in the house all by myself. I mean have you seen my arms, they are like string food!"

His face contorts to an unreadable expression, seemingly processing the situation.

"String food?"

"Yeah that string you eat with the red paint looking stuff."

"Noodles?"

"What's noodle?"

"And I am no longer scared of you." Ashton sighs.

I tilt my head to the side in confusion.

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