Healing a Killer (Radioboxes & Swordsman18)

[Swordsman18]

Lawrence had it all planned out, from where he was going to take her to what he was going to do to her and all of the delicious details in between. He had scoped out the apartment when he had done a job there. A single girl, living alone inside with no males to protect her. And neighbors who were all either busy or too old to care if they had heard screams. That was what he looked forward to most, the screaming as she tried to struggle to get away from him. It brought a smile to his face as he thought about it.

He opened the lock to the apartment with a lock pick he had picked up through his various little adventures. All of the doors he had opened with this lock pick so far had always resulted in a successful capture. However, tonight was not in those cards as he saw the woman sitting there on her couch, looking dead at him as he walked in the door, the scream bubbling in her throat already as he made the mad dash across the room.

His hand made it around her throat mid-scream, and though he would not have normally been worried about her screaming in the middle of a capture doing it with the door still standing open was bound to cause some attention. Attention he did not need nor want, but while his gaze was still fixed on the door, the woman he was holding the throat of kicked him.

Lawrence was a strong man but being hit unexpectedly was effective. He recoiled from her. His gaze shifted back over to her. He heard the sound of people in the hallway. They had heard the commotion and it was time to run, he had to run there was no other choice in the matter. Particularly if the word help is being screamed.

He ran to the fire escape, having to pass through the living room and kitchen to get there, when he realized that she was not exactly single or alone. There was another girl there and armed with a bat. It was all a blur after he saw her come out of the room with the bat in hand. She was beautiful and blond, he could remember that at least. And then the pain that came after, but he did not know how he had ended up where he currently was now, on a sidewalk with blood trailing down the side of his head approaching another beautiful girl and her friend.

He reached out and tried to grab for her to help him, only managing to touch her her shoulder as he fell to the ground before her.

 

[r a d i o b o x e s]

The nights seem to get longer each evening for Maria, pulling hours after hours at the hospital. But they weren’t so difficult after all the calls and pages would die down and patients were getting ready for bed. By the time her patients were done, she was ready to end her shift and walk the streets home. Though it was always a nice night on walks home sometimes, not really caring what was in the streets with it being late, her a friend insisted on driving her for her own safety with all the news being that their was a killer on the loose.

She was quiet on the drive home with her friend in her ear with the latest gossip on the nurses and patients around the hospital. None of it meant anything to hear since she didn’t socialize with the ladies around the place, only her patients she cared for. Her mind was else where during her whole conversation. She was just ready to get home and rest for another day.

The drive was a little longer that usually did, since her friend needed to stop at a few places until she was tired of it and finally climbing out of the car to just finish up her walk home. Behind her was her friend, whining for her to come back and get in the car. Maria kept walking passing the steps of a few apartments before hearing a scream come from one of them. It was a startle, but she kept going with her friend trailing behind in her car.

But until she saw some guy stumbling down the steps toward her, she stopped in her tracks. She could see something trickling down her face…Blood? He saw him stumbling closer and closer to her until he reached out and a hand trailing down her shirt to the ground. Hazel eyes widen at the sight.

Quickly on her knees, she was trailing the blood back to his head, a gash wide open in his head. He must have been in a fight or something to get this gash in his head... He looked very familiar before giving up for now; she needed to stop the bleeding right now. Her friend had seen the man coming near her and rushed out to protect, but seeing the sight, she came to help him then.

“What happen?!” her friend shouted at her “Did he hurt you?” Though Maria didn’t notice until she said something, but when he touched her, she saw the blood trail down her shirt.

“Nothing I am fine, but it’s from his head though, he is bleeding a lot and out like a light.” she was a little frantic about the sight, but tried to hold her panic moment about it “We need to get him to my house so I can get it stopped and dress it…”

Her friend was in quick agreement about it, not thinking about who ever this guy was, just both petite women trying to pick this man up and put him in the back of the car to speed off to her house and get him into the house. She had all the items she needed dress this guys’ head up and stop all the bleeding, hoping it would be good till the morning .

Maria was definitely not expecting for this happening tonight, but at least she found when he was just hit. It was going to be a strange morning for her.

 

[Swordsman18]

His head was spinning and he had the worse headache he had ever had in his life. All of this made it so that he did not even want to open his eyes. Yet, considering he had no memory of...anything he was going to need at least see his environment to get some idea of where he was. There was a slight flickering of light as he opened his eyes to see a white ceiling above him, with a ceiling fan that was blowing on him at one of the lower settings. The blades were making a light swishing sound as they passed above him.

He was not sure what to make of the black ceiling fan, but he had this feeling that this was the first time he had seen it. Though since it seemed he had nothing to go off of, he could not be entirely sure. He turned over to the side to see the light green comforter that was on this bed and how it was kind of fluffy and comfortable. So at least the bed he was on was provided by someone who cared.

Speaking of care, he was wondering what was up with his head. His hand reached up to his head and then felt the bandage that was there wrapping it. Normally he would have been able to feel it without having to actually touch it, but all of the blinding pain that was all focused up there was enough to throw him off the ability to feel other things. And from the way he was feeling his fingers run along the bandage as delicately as he could make them, he could tell that whoever had done his bandage had done it professionally. This was no beginner's work.

Had he been to a hospital? Why had he been hurt in the first place? What was this place? Was it his home? Were there other people here with him? These were all questions that were going to need to be asked as soon as possible before he could even dare to pose the question he was still hoping would just come to him but was still refusing to. Who was he? That was the question he did not want to ask. It was so basic and core to every person that was answered by all of their accumulated experience, but at the moment, he had no idea how he was knocked out, let alone anything before that.

Without those experiences to define him, he was without any clarification of who he was. And thus he could only go off his questions.

He sat up on the bed, looking at the room around him. It was a simple place with just this four posted bed in the center, a closet off to the right side of the bed, and lots of space where the green carpet shown through. He could not say that he did not like how the green of the carpet went with the white walls, but he was not exactly loving the way it looked to him. But just because he did not like the color that was not ruling out that this was his home.

He moved off of the comfy bed and onto the floor that was not exactly the softest floor but it was not all too hard either, it was kind of like the feeling of a throw rug under his feet. One of the not so cheap kind. The man was walking over to the left side of the room where the door was, his steps were as steady as he could make them since the headache was making it a bit difficult to walk or think. His steady fingers reached for the doorknob, as he then proceeded grabbing it and then twisting it. The hammer in the door released. He pulled the door open to look out into the house.

"Hello?" he called out, not sure if he was going to get a response, though he hoped he did get one. Maybe if someone responded they would get him some of the knowledge of what exactly what was going on with him.

 

[r a d i o b o x e s]

" Yes? Are you up now ?"

In the next room, Maria had been up all night after the little incident. She definitely wasn't expecting to bring a stranger home with her and not in the condition she thought it would be in. With her friend sent home after the argument of leaving her alone with a complete stranger, she only sent her on her way so she wouldn;t have to be bother with two issues, one was enough for the night.

Already out of her slightly blood covered scrubs, she had already slipped herself into her comfortable shorts and tank with some fuzzy slippers. She was lucky enough to have a day off, though it would be spent with doing work , but she was fine with this for now company to keep her a little more busy

At the sound of the scuffling and his voice coming from the hall, slowly she moved to the door herself to walk out and see him peeking his head around the corner in wonder of where he could be.

" Well, your finally awake, you have been out for quite some while. " she glanced at the bandages on his head to see if any more activity was still going on and then across his body to see if anything else had changed " You should get back to bed. You took a rather hard hit last night. "

Though a bit hesitate to come out of her room, she stepped out to walk over to him and take his hand for propping up for support for the moment.

 

[Swordsman18]

He had no idea who this girl was, she could mean a lot of things but he had none that his brain felt offering. One thing she said rang more true than all of it, his head hurt like hell. It was as if his head was on some kind of fire that was not going to be put out anytime soon. Pain killers were only going to dull it but he felt like his pain tolerance was only going to last so long with the pain at this level so he was going to need those meds, very soon. Other than that he was going to need to find where he was, who she was, and why exactly someone had tried to crack his skull open last night.

"Who are you? Who am I and where is this place?"

He felt that these were things he was going to need to establish before she was even going to start gaining his trust. If she knew him, she was going to be at least provide him with a name, but since he felt no wallet on his person, if she was just an acquaintance then there was no way that he was going to get even that. But he needed to know whether she was one or the other.

At least the place he was in was nice, furnished, and did not seem like it was weird, so that was a major plus for her. It meant that at least she was no kidnapper who had hit him over the head to get him back to her apartment for some devious scheme, or was she? There was no way for him to know for sure, but he was hoping that watching her closely with his eyes scanning her body, trying to figure out if something about her mannerisms was threatening or if there was some other clue, but nothing was really tripping his radar. He was going to have to wait and see.

His hand avoided hers for a moment to just come up to the wall to provide himself with support, his hand pressing into the wall with whatever pressure from his arm keeping him there in the doorway looking at her.

 

[r a d i o b o x e s]

Maria watched the fellow carefully herself to figure not if was going make any moves or anything , but any signs of slipping back into a blackout . He seem to be fine at this moment, she approached him slowly as he avoided her hand still as to helping, which she couldn't accept as a bad gesture. Waking up in a stranger's home would be odd and taking a stranger's hand at a moment like this would be odd. She only gave him a slight nod and stood close if he had made a slip up or anything.

" Well, those are good three questions from anyone who has be hit like you did. " she gave him a gently smile " My name is Maria , just a friendly person you fell on where you were hit , your in my home since the hospital were a bit full where I worked .Heh." she gave a slight giggle , just a little white lie there for him " Annd , who are you ? Hm, the only thing I found on you was that your name was...Lawrence " Her smile grew a little

With a sigh, she glanced behind him then back at him " How are you feeling right now ? You should be sitting down right now after the hit you took last night " she told him with before pointing him back to the bed. She hope he moved back to the bed so they could talk somewhere better instead of the hall.

 

[Swordsman18]

"Lawrence..." His voice trailed off as he tried to make sense of the name and whether or not it belonged to him, it felt familiar but that was about it. He was just going to have to believe her with the statement that his name was Lawrence. The other stuff did not seem all too grandiose except for the hospital part, in his opinion unless there was some kind of attack either by terrorists or a plague then there should be no reason why a hospital would not accept a person with a head wound to the degree of which that he had obviously received. But he chose to not confront her on this issue just yet since she had seemed so caring of him in her next breath.

Doubt however, was already making its way into his consciousness trying to piece together why she had taken him here instead of the hospital and why had he been hit in the head in the first place. He looked at her and his eyes widened, his mind was starting to put together the puzzle pieces as if they fit together. It was putting together the wrong pieces but they were pieces nonetheless.

He had no other people that he could accuse of the crime, for he had no past, all he knew was that he felt like she was lying to him, and from there his mind was going off on its own. It made him wonder what else she would lie about, make him question her motivations. Could she have hit him in some bid to kill him but after losing his memory she had decided that another plan was better? Or had she hit him, regretted what she had done, and then let him live.

As he turned to go into the room from whence he came, he gave her this intense questioning look as if he was not all too sure what she was saying was the truth. He stepped inside as quick as he could his target was the bed. He made it there quickly and then spun to face her if she followed him in. He was going to need watch her now, to see if something in her mannerisms were going to feed into his doubts.

 

[r a d i o b o x e s]

She stood still as he moved back to the bedroom and to the bed to sit. She followed him in to go the night stand.

Like a nurse, she only checked the pill container to make sure he didn't take too many of them to numb the immense pain he was having. That was always something she made sure of.

With nothing else seem to be out of order in her room, she gave him the attention again when another smile slipped up onto her soft pink lips and going to a small desk chair she had .

She noticed that little look he gave, a bit confused by it and leaned back before she spoke " What is the matter ? Do you need any more of those pain pills ? " she asked him before picking up a small squishy toy to fiddle with . " It look like you took a real big hit to the head when I found you " she sighed when she gave him a glance then back to her toy in her hand.

For a while, she needed to treat this man as a patient for the moment with him waking up at all out of the state he was in , though she wasn't going to be like she was a work, he was a guest in her home , so she wasn't going to be on toes as much.

 

[Swordsman18]

He watched her walk around the room checking things. There seemed to have been a certain order to the room that she had setup for him. That was not a fault nor was it suspicious. It in fact gave him a moment or two to look at the room he was in. It was not a bad room at all, it was just a little too plain for him to look at. That might change if he was forced to stay here with his head wound for all that amount of time. He then looked over to her to answer her question. He felt the usual sting in his head but he was not in pain that was not manageable. He could more than deal with this.

"How do I know that you weren't the one who hit me?" He put his current thoughts out into the air so that she could at least know that she was suspected to be the culprit since he had no other leads to go off of. Plus he felt that it was better to answer the question this way rather than another since if she was the culprit then there was no telling what was actually in those pills since they could have some slow acting poison in them or something.

He watched her face after he has asked the question to see what her answer was going to be, and whether it was the truth or not. There was a way that everyone gave off that they were lying, he had no idea what he felt like he could pick up on those signs, but he could especially in females like her.

 

[r a d i o b o x e s]

With a almost snicker slinking its way pass her lips , she kept her composure with a sigh while holding the toy in her hands still, as her brow rose to his statement .

" Me? I have no reason to hit a guy across the head that I don't know out of the blue. You came stumbling down on me." Another sigh slipped out before she spoke again " It seem you were running away from your attacker and blacked out before making it far on the sidewalk. "

Maria, sitting up now in her seat, continued to watch him. He seem to be interrogating her a little, a bit confused about still, but said no word about it , only let him figure things out for himself.