Ace x reader idk

II - Home.

work was the same as it was usually. 

Honestly, i couldn't complain about that working in a Cafe. I enjoy the smell of coffee, and greeting entrepreneurs and the elderly. The lowest i could have possibly gone is a fast food restaurant, where the children cry about their toys and the bathrooms are..you know.

 I had no time to think about the place I had just gotten off from though. I had big plans tonight, as soon as i get home! I'm going to gather all of the snacks in my fridge and sleep in bed. The perfect solo time. Music played softly in the car, a melody with guitar and computerized drums. It sent a wave of calming pastel colors through my head. My fingertips lightly tapped at the steering wheel to the beat of song. Everything felt so right at this time. 

I'm crossing through the big city, watching everyone in this Utopia greet each other and move on with their peaceful lives. It's like nothing ever goes wrong here. Suddenly though something moves in front of my car. Someone holding a bag.

At first the panic doesn't register, then I hit that thing and it does.

No one was around to see it, so I jumped out of the car. walking up to the person i notice the distinctive features first. About a few weeks ago when that green guy smacked right into me and sent my head into the concrete. That guy. 

He didn't look seriously injured, just bruised. So I do the cliche thing and haul his dead-weight into the backseat of my car. Though it was more of a...dragging than carrying. I wasn't very strong, and despite his scrawny figure he was...very heavy in this state. Nonetheless, I was still somehow able to get him into the back seat. 

Now I'm driving down the street, Slower than before. The same song is playing somehow. It feels less freeing. It's still calming, but the tone has changed along with the events leading up to an unconscious green man in my car. My hands tap the steering wheel still, though.

By the time I pull up to my house, its a bit pat evening and the sky is dark, with small mixes of maroon and mango-like colors. I do what needs to be payed attention to the most first. Slamming the driver's door shut I open the one behind it, whimpering as I weakly haul the unconscious greaser over my back. The top of his head hits the roof of the car on the way out and his glasses fall on the ground. I supposed I'd get those later, since bending down would get us both unconscious. 

"Alexa, turn on the lights."

And the hall lights up. Useful thing I'd buy, but I never thought the'd be this useful. My feet trudge into the living room and finally drop him onto the couch. After panting from the quick exercise I adjust him into a more comfortable position. I wasn't a doctor but I felt a need to help this guy. I know earlier I saw bruises, so my goal was to find where those places were. I got closer to study his face. and found a bruise on his cheek. That must have been where part of the impact was.

This was a weird detail to pay attention to, but when I hit him, I heard three thumps. That tells me that there are bruises in at least three more places. Its obvious that not all of these bruises were on his face.

Pause. One thing is hitting a green man in my car and taking him off the street. Another is undressing him under whatever circumstance. It made me feel weird and even grimace at the thought...Maybe I'd wait to deal with that when he was awake. 

Anyways, Face scars would be enough to take care of for now. I make my way into the bathroom downstairs. The mirror above the sink there had an opening door, and behind that was 90% of the medication I owned. I grabbed band-aid's since the bruise had scratches, and some bruise medication to rub on it. I wet a rag with warm water and move that there also. 

After scurrying back into the living room I sit on the ground in front of the couch, and beside him. I start by grabbing the damp rag and press it gently against his cheek. He moves from this, and at first I thought it was my hand moving his head, but then his eyes squeezed themselves shut more than they already were. He made a weak noise and tilted his head from the rag.

He was awake.