Two

                                "Said that we're not lovers, we're just strangers

                                              With the same damn hunger

                           To be touched, to be loved, to feel anything at all."

                                                           -- Halsey

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"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?"

I turn on the light and see him sitting on the bed looking at me with accusing eyes.

"What am I doing here?!" He says and looks down his body. "What the hell did you do to me?!"

"Excuse me, sir, there is no need to shout when I can hear you perfectly. And to answer your question. I saved your ass from dying in the rain." I retort. "Your welcome by the way."

He looks at me for a minute.

"How did I get here?" He asks.

"You came in front of my car when I was driving home from the highway. You were shot and unconscious so I brought you here and stitched you up." I tell him.

"Now that you are awake, I will take you to the hospital so that you can have a full checkup." I continue.

"No, no hospital, I'm fine." He tells me.

"No you are not, you have to go to the hospi--"

"No, I said I'm fine!" He exclaims and tries to sit straight but groans putting a hand on his wound. "Fuck."

"Goodness. What are you doing? Don't move!" I run towards him and put my hands on his shoulders putting him down. "You are going to hurt yourself." I sigh.

He stares at me for a moment and eventually nods his head.

"Now wait here and don't move. I will get you some pain killers." I instruct him.

And go to the kitchen to fetch a glass of juice and some painkillers.

"Here you go." I hand him the juice and the tablets.

"Thanks." He says and I give him a nod. He gulps down the tablets and hands me the glass.

"Uh, you should freshen up and change your clothes. I am making breakfast." He is really dirty and a bit stinky too. "Make sure your wounds don't come in contact with the water."

"Okay." He tries to get up but fails.

"Here let me help," I say and take the duvet off of him leaving him in his Calvin Klein boxer briefs.

"Where are my pants?" He asks me with an eyebrow raised.

"I took it off." I shrug. "Now get up."

He puts his legs down the bed and I grab his hand and put on hand on his bare torso to help him stand and the second he puts pressure on his leg he groans and stumbles a little.

I grab into his waist steadying him. His 6.3 feet body towers over my 5.5 feet.

"This is hard." He sighs. "What is wrong with my leg?" He asks me.

"It's badly bruised," I tell him. "I found you at the right time or else you could've died due to blood loss and cold."

"Thank you. It means a lot to me..."

"Victoria."

"It means a lot to me Victoria."

"Your welcome...."

"Christian." I nod my head at him.

"Let's get you to the bathroom."

He nods and breathes out that his warm breath hits my face. Now I realize we are standing chest to chest.

I stand on his side, my hand still on his waist. He moves to the bathroom more like limping. I stand him in front of the skin.

"Do you want help or you'll be okay?" I ask.

"I think it'll be fine." He dismisses me.

"Okay, I'll get you clean clothes. And don't let any water come in contact with your wounds. They could get infected." I instruct him.

I leave him there and open my walk-in cupboard. The bags of urban outfitters, Calvin Klein, and H&M sitting on the floor.

I pick out a plain black T-shirt with blue pants and a grey jacket with a hood. I also take a black pair of boxer briefs with me. And remove the tags too.

I knock on the closed door of the bathroom.

"Christian I got you some clothes," I say through the door.

"You can come in."

I go inside to see that he is cleaning himself using my towel and struggling.

"You need help with that?" I ask.

"I will be fine," He says grumpily.

I nod and watch him in amusement. He drops the towel on the floor while cleaning. He bends down to pick it only to make his wound hurt more.

He groans and in a second I am beside him picking up the towel for him.

"I am doing this for you before you hurt yourself more," I tell him sternly. "You are not even ready to go to the hospital so let me do this for you."

He nods without a word.

Well someone doesn't like to talk much.

I wet the towel and clean his chest where there are a few smudges of blood.

"I need to change your bandages before you dress," I tell him finishing.

I bring the first aid kit and take out new bandages and rubbing alcohol.

I take off all his bandages.

"This is going to sting."

I clean his wounds by rubbing alcohol again and he doesn't even flinch but his muscles harden.

I redo his bandages. The wounds in his chest look like he has been hit by a person wearing brass knuckles.

I don't comment on it for the time being.

I fully patch him up and look at him. He is already looking at me.

"I'll leave you to it." With that, I go out to let him change.

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"Victoria?" I hear from the bathroom.

"Yes, Christian?"

"Could you um come here for a moment please?" He asks, unsure.

I open the door and see him standing there with the T-shirt on and a towel covering his lower half.

"I uh..." He trails off. "Man this is so embarrassing. I need you to pull my uh boxers up for me." He stutters with a bit of pink in his cheeks.

I bend down and pull his boxers up to his thighs. My face near his manhood.

God, this is embarrassing.

I quickly then around and hear him blow out a breath and mumble something under his breath.

"Victoria, some help with the jeans too." He says with a smirk.

I flush and do so.

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When I was helping Christian getting dressed it was embarrassing.

I put on the gloss and look myself in the mirror one last time. I am wearing a maroon top with my black jeans with rips.

I go outside the room into the kitchen where Christian is seated.

Without a word, I start making chocolate chip pancakes.

In no time I am done. I put the plate in front of him get seated on the sofa opposite him.

Well, let the interrogation begin!

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