Human // c.d

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Cameron helped me to the room. I insisted on just walking, but he practically made me ride on his back. Though, I couldn't complain about not having to walk.

He dropped me back onto the bed, and I waited for whatever was bound to happen next.

"There's a first aid kit in here somewhere." He began to open each drawer, eventually finding it in the last one he opened. It didn't take him long to grab what he needed.

"This may sting a little." He admitted, pushing down on the spray knob. The liquid covered most of my cut and it surprisingly didn't hurt at all. He grabbed the bandage from the kit and began to wrap it around my knee.

"I guess you can call me you're new doctor from now on." He smiled, taking the kit and putting it back in the drawer.

I rolled my eyes, "Thank you for helping me."

He sat on the edge of the bed beside me, "No need to thank me. I'm the reason it happened, so I'm responsible for fixing it."

"Actually, you saved my life. Most people wouldn't have even paid attention."

"Well, what can I say.. I guess I'm just a really good person." I could see the smile forming on his lips and from the look he was giving me I knew he was expecting me to roll my eyes at him once again.

"Oh, let's not get ahead of ourselves now." I said, lying back onto the bed for more comfort. I almost felt too comfortable after an hour or two and I knew I should have already been heading home.

"Thank you for this." I pointed towards the bandage, "But, I should probably get going." I admitted, leaning up from the bed.

"You're going to walk back home?" His eyes shifted to my knee and back up to my eyes.

"No it's fine. Really. I'm walking see," I showed him the best impression I could just to make him feel better about me walking back home.

"It's dangerous out there.. walking alone at this time of the day." He pushed the home button to his phone and the clock read 11:00 p.m.

"I walk the city everyday." I admitted. "I need to get home."

"Well at least let me take you home, or better yet you could crash here. Just until the morning and I'll take you straight home."

I debated on whether or not I wanted to go home, and I decided that staying with him for a night wouldn't be that bad. His company is actually nice.

"Okay, I'll stay here tonight." I watched his eyes light up, "but I'm hungry."

"Call room service and order anything you want." He handed me the menu that was sitting on the desk beside him.

I debated whether I wanted pizza or chicken wings while he flipped through channels on the tv. His choice of