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"What are you doing?" I asked while entering the room cautiously afraid he might do something .

He jolted up in surprise and abruptly turned around to look at me but while turning around he hit his injured arm with my wall-mounted bookshelf causing him to groan. Oh god can't he just sit around for once without causing any trouble, look now he is hurt.

"You shouldn't have stood up, your wounds are still very fresh" I kind of scold him, I mean it's my doctor instinct to do so- well I know I am not doctor but still he shouldn't be going around when he just got shot a few hours ago.

Well by shot it reminds me to ask him what really happened last night and why didn't he let me call the police- I mean it's fine with me but no one knows what can happen tomorrow or an hour later, what if I'll open the door and there will be cops standing behind it, holy kamoley I don't even want to imagine that.

"I was searching for my phone" he surprisingly didn't remark anything rude but simply answered, damn I am really impressed maybe he really needed a bullet to know how to talk properly.

"There was no phone with you when I removed your shirt" I replied giving him the glass of water which he gulp the whole glass in three seconds- damn he is just drinking water but still he manages to looks so sexy- I should really stop thinking such stupid things like a teenager does.

"Can I use your phone?" He asked calmly without looking at me of course.

"Yeah of course" i would really be happy if you just get a lift and say bye-bye to me. I wanted to say that but that would be too rude of me, right?

I handed him my iPhone 6, I got it from my friend Natasha on my birthday three years ago. At first I couldn't accept it, I mean it is so expensive and just- I don't know but I couldn't. But being the stubborn one she is, she wouldn't let me go until I finally took it.

Her father is the ceo of the Apple company, so I can say she is rich- but she isn't spoiled infact she is really nice and kind. She lives in spain now.

"Je vais bien" (I am fine) he suddenly talked over the phone to someone who was basically shouting on the other line. I could actually hear what the other man was saying/screaming.

"Non dis moi, es tu blessée n'importe où?" (No, tell me are you hurt anywhere?) The person on the other line asked. I could hear worry in his voice but I didn't know exactly which language were they talking in, Spanish, French or maybe Italian? I don't know.

"Je t'ai dit que je suis bein on m'a tiré dessus, c'est tout" (I told you I am fine I was just shot, that all)

I just awkwardly sit in one of the chairs and start listening to something I don't even understand. I felt like a third-wheeler I mean I wasn't exactly one but you know the moments when you feel like one, even if you haven't done something like that- like me right now listening to him talking in a different language- maybe he is talking about me; is he saying something bad or good? I bet he is saying this woman, that woman and all that about me- wait why am I even thinking like that, I am getting paranoid Oh god.

"Parle moi de mon fils, il n'est pas blessé nulle part, non?" (Tell me about my son, he isn't hurt anywhere, right?) He kept talking, at this point i was seriously giving up like i don't even understand a single word he is saying so what's the point sitting here listening to some language I may have never heard someone talk in before.

It feels like my Greek class where I would always sit and listen to my teacher talking and talking without even understanding a thing and when he would ask me if I had understand something I would just nod my head and smile brightly like I was William James Sidis (I learned that in history) and understood every language.

"Dieu merci! dis lui que je serai bientôt à la maison" (Thank God, tell him I will be home soon) Can't he just talk in english so we can all understand, I seriously am starting to feel like he is talking about me, I mean it's normal to feel like that, right?

"Je suis à-" (I am in-) he finally stopped and looked up at me. Ah so you finally noticed that I am sitting here like a statue

"Where are we?" He put his hand on the phone's speaker and asked me. Why is he asking me that again, he already knows that we are in my house, then?

"My house?" I answered him or questioned him- I don't know ugh. I was unsure of what he was talking about.

He gave me the are-you-serious look while I just stare at him without blinking- wait did he mean something else?

"I mean the address" he answered sighing when I didn't say anything, I think he got the idea that I really didn't know what he was talking about.

So I quickly told him the address and slumped up against the chair.

"l'adresse est-" (The address is-) I think he gave him the address because I heard my street's name. He finally hanged up and gave me back my phone.

We were just sitting in an awkward silence, I didn't know what to say or was I suppose to say something and he was waiting for me to say it?

"So-"
"Ho-" we started at the same time stopping in the middle of our sentence.

"You go first" he said looking straight in my eyes.

"Um I was just asking about how are you feeling now? I mean you don't feel any dizziness or any pain, right?"

"No I feel perfectly fine, just a little bit dizziness I suppose"

"Yeah it's normal I gave you an antibiotic shot and you haven't eaten since last night, so i think that's because of that"

"I guess so"

"So you were saying?" He wasn't able to finish his sentence, right? So it's his turn.

"Yeah I was just saying... that I... I guess.. thank you"

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