Mafia

3 Lupin

My eyes fluttered open, again, and once again, I couldn't see much of anything because I didn't have my glasses. They must've learned from last time because when I tried to move my arms, I found that I was strapped to the bed. I started to panic again, but some of whatever drugs I'd been given must've still been in my system. Even though I felt like panicking, I didn't. I wasn't calm, but thanks to whatever they'd given me, I wasn't physically panicking either.

"Hey, Lupin." I looked to my right and saw someone sitting beside my bed.

"Who are you?" I asked, "Where am I?"

"You don't recognize me?" he asked. It was the same familiar voice from before.

"I might, if I could actually see," I replied, "Where are my glasses?"

"Right here." I closed my eyes and felt my glasses slide onto my face. When I opened my eyes again, everything came into focus.

"How about now?" he asked. I nodded. I could see who was sitting beside my bed I realized exactly why the voice had been so familiar. It was Damon, and he looked terrible. His hair was an absolute mess, like he'd been running his fingers through it non-stop, and the shadow on his face and jaw told me that he hadn't shaved in at least a day.

"Where am I?" I asked, "What happened? Why am I tied to the bed?" Those were just a few of the many, many questions that were swimming around in my very groggy and most likely drugged head. Damon put his hand on mine. I flinched at his touch, but the restraints kept me from pulling away.

"It's alright," Damon said, "I'm just going to take these off. Okay?" I nodded. Damon stood up and moved to the other side of the bed. As he walked, I could see that he wasn't wearing a suit anymore. Now he wore jeans and a dark red fitted t-shirt with a black design on the side. I watched him as he moved around the edge of the bed and made his way to where my hand was restrained. He looked at me, as if waiting for something. After a moment, I understood. He was asking for permission before touching me. I nodded, hoping that I wasn't blushing as much as I thought. He smiled at me. I was definitely blushing as much as I thought. Damon gently took my bandaged hand in his and removed the restraint from my wrist. Once my left hand was freed, Damon moved back around to the other side of the bed and did the same with my right although more gently since my right arm had a brace and more bandages than my left.

"Thank you," I said pushing myself up so I was sitting against the headboard.

"You're welcome," Damon replied as he sat back in the chair, "I'm sure you've got a lot of questions." I nodded. Whatever drugs were left in my system were probably wearing off by now. I could feel myself becoming more clear headed. I was thankful for that (with ADHD, I didn't need anything else making it harder to focus), but that also meant that I was getting more anxious.

"Ask whatever you like," Damon said with a smile. I took a breath and decided to go with the first question that popped into my head.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"My place," Damon replied, "Well, mine and my family's."

"Why?"

"You said no hospital," Damon said, "and I couldn't just leave you in the alley. The only thing I could think of was my place." I nodded as I processed the information.

"Okay," I said, "What happened?"

"That depends," Damon said, leaning forward in his chair as he spoke, "How much do you remember?" I thought for a moment.

"I remember," I began, "the alley, some of the car, and..." I stopped. I remembered exactly what happened the first time I woke up, but I didn't want to talk about it. Thankfully, I didn't have to.