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Homeless!America // Coffee & Burgers Part 3

After that elevator incident, everything else went swimmingly. And by swimmingly, I mean weird.

The fire department had come to try and get you guys out, but that man (you still hadn't gotten his name) had an idea. You two would get out of the elevator through its ceiling and climb up the cord thing. Once reaching what you two thought was the eighth floor, he would pry open the doors and climb out. You questioned what kind of strength he would need to get those doors open, but he simply brushed the question off. And it turned out things didn't go as planned. You needed a lot of help getting out of the elevator.

First off, he pushed you up, but once up there, you could barely pull him up. Because of his immense body weight, you almost broke your back. But you eventually got him up, no thanks to anything but your sore back. And because of your back, you had to get on his. To be honest, it was fun because it had been so long since you've gotten a piggy back ride, but at the same time, it was embarrassing because you were showing weakness; you were a strong woman, you wanted people to know that.

He climbed for what seemed like only a minute and once on the floor he believed was the eighth, he was in a predicament. Where was he supposed to put you a he was prying open the doors? He started to panic, mumbling gibberish and sweating profusely. The sweat kinda grossed you out...

"Ew! Put me down, put me down! Find somewhere to put me down!!" You screamed at him. He started to panic even more, and sweat even more too...

Soon, he found a steep ledge across from the doors. He carefully put you there and jumped towards the doors. He started prying them open, and it amazed you how strong he was. In only a matter of seconds, the way was open.

"Whew! That was hard!" He laughed, wiping off sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

You shot daggers at him. "Hey! You forget something?!" You screamed at him.

He jumped. "O-oh! S-sorry!" You were still standing on that ledge.

He stood at the edge of his side and held his hand out for you to take. You outstretched your arm to reach his hand, but he was too far away, maybe only an inch or two. You stepped a little further towards him, in hope you would be able to reach his hand, but you hadn't seen where you were placing your foot and slipped.

Everything after that was a blur; it went by so fast. You thought you were going to fall to your demise, straight onto the elevator you previously climbed out of. You thought everything was over, including your chances of ever seeing that face you long to feel and see once more. That was, until you felt a hand, twice the size of yours, grip onto you. Your feet dangled under you, and you didn't notice, but a few tears had escaped the corners of your eyes.

"I-I've got you! Don't worry!" He assured you, and your eyes widened. This man's voice, the way it cracked, reminded you of the time, that day a year ago, when you first heard Alfred's saddened voice.

A few more tears rolled down your cheeks, and soon, sobs started to escape your lips. "P-please! Help me!" You pleaded, reaching your other arm up for him to take.

He grabbed ahold of you and pulled you up to your destination, the eighth floor. You sat beside him, almost breaking down into complete waterfalls of tears, and soon doing just that. Then a pair of muscular arms pulled you towards their owner, and your face was met with the man's chest. You couldn't help but cry more; you were so close to falling into Death's hands. He held you tighter, brushing his hand through your (h/l) (h/c) locks and his chin resting on your head.

"Shhh," he whispered, trying to calm you. "It's going to be all right. You're safe now." You only responded with more tears.

He continued stroking your hair, and you eventually ran out of tears to cry. So you two sat there, you in his arms. You reached your arms around him and finally returned the embrace, receiving wide eyes from the other. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. You two stayed like that for what felt like hours but in reality, was only a few minutes, and you knew you would both need to get to work soon.

You didn't want it to end; you somehow felt safe in this stranger's arms, as if noting could hurt you. You wanted to stay like that for just a little longer in each other's arms. But like how the sun sets everyday, your time together came to a close. It wasn't long before firemen and a few paramedics started filing into the hallway you two were in, and four policemen followed after.

You felt yourself being pulled away from the man's arms and into someone else's: a paramedic's. "No!" You shrieked, your arms reaching out instictively towards the stranger you've grown attached to.

He was pulled to his feet, his hands behind his back, and you heard the sound of metal clicking together; had he been arrested? "Dudes! What're you doing?!" He asked, completely shocked.

"Sir, you are under arrest for disturbing the peace in the building and attemted murder," a policeman stated in monotone.

"B-but I wasn't trying to kill her!" He pleaded. "I was saving her!" Sure he caused a slight disturbance in the buildding, but was his real intention to kill you? The expression on his face made you know that it wasn't.

"He's telling the truth! He wasn't tryi--" You were cut off short by the same paramedic dragging you down to the first floor to board you onto a gurney and into the ambulance. You tried wiggling out of the gurney as you were strapped into it, screaming and yelling for them to let you go. 

It wasn't long before you were driving to the hospital, and you finally relaxed. A stray tear rolled down your cheek as thoughts of whatever had become of that stranger you just met earlier that day. You could only think of the worst outcome: sentenced to prison for life. He wouldn't be able to do anything, not able to go out or travel or anything. And to make matters worse, he would need to be careful not to drop the soap...

A few more tears escaped the corners of your eyes. Your Christmas had started off terrible, and you still needed to wrap gifts! Also, there was that one person you still didn't know what to get for; that man you so wished to see once more. And if you were to find the perfect gift, let's just hope that the man you met earlier really was the Alfred you met a year ago.