Surprises in the Night.
I am a one way motorway
I'm the one that drives away
Then follows you back home
I am a street light shining
I'm a wild light blinding bright
Burning off alone
It's times like these you learn to live again
It's times like these you give and give again
It's times like these you learn to love again
It's times like these time and time again
I am a new day rising
I'm a brand new sky
To hang the stars upon tonight
I am a little divided
Do I stay or run away
And leave it all behind?
- Times Like These – Foo Fighters
The knock on the door to her small apartment on Blackburne was brief, barely audible as Bel tinkered on the device on her table. She looked up at the door and frowned before sliding her tools and the device into a basket and hiding it under her couch. She padded to the door quietly before opening it, only to have Derrick Osterham fall into her arms. She fell to the floor under his weight and she checked for a pulse, grateful she found one before she dragged him over to the couch. He woke up and fumbled for his gun, a little confused as where he was and what he was doing.
“Derrick? Derrick?” She placed her hand on his gun hand and grabbed his shoulder, his eyes finally focused on hers and a smile crossing his pained features. “Miss Carver. I knew you would find me.” His words were slurred and she could tell he was hurting. His brown hair damp with sweat and his skin pale.
“You found me, Derrick.” She checked him over finding a pretty nasty bullet wound in his thigh and she pulled out her bag from under the coffee table and pulled out a pair of scissors. “Trust me.” She nods as she starts to cut his pants before using both hands to rip the denim apart to reveal the wound.
“With my life, Miss Carver.” He murmured as he leaned back on the couch, a look of concern on his face as he looked at her. “I am getting blood all over your fine rug and furniture…” He winced as she poked at the wound and he closed his eyes.
Bel smiled as she shook her head. Charming to the end even when he was wounded. “Derrick. I told you to call me Bel. And don’t worry about my furniture or rug. They can be replaced, you cant. Now shut your eyes.” She waited until his eyes were closed before she pulled out the needle and filled it with a painkilling numbing agent. She injected his wound then dropped the empty syringe into her bag before smiling at him. “You can open them now.”
“Was… was that a needle?” He paled even more and she shook her head, wondering how someone so brave could be so scared of needles. She nodded a bit before responding. “Yes… now you will probably feel a bit goofy and a little drunk.” She knew that the serum would act quickly so she pulled out her scalpel and sliced into the wound. She blinked in puzzlement as she found no bullet, in fact… the wound looked like it was hacked into. “Derrick? Where is the bullet?”
He blearily looked at her and blinked before he answered her with a slur. “It was a tracer… dug it out with my knife. Couldn’t bring them here.” Bel shook her head as she checked the wound for infection instead. She filled the wound with an antibiotic gel before coating the outer wound with a sterilizing powder.
”You are beautiful… and smart… and lovely…” He murmured as he looked down at her. Eyes glazed over from the serum kicking in. She blushed at the compliments before nodding her head. “Thank you, Derrick.” She placed a bandage over the wound and taped it down before cutting his jeans all the way, making one leg into shorts before wrapping the gauze around his thigh and making sure the bandage is strapped down.
“I would love to get to know you better, Miss… Bel.” He slurred even as his eyes drooped. Bel’s hands stopped as she taped the gauze down and she blinked down at his thigh while thoughts swirled in her head like stars in a blackhole.
No… this cant be happening. She thought. This cant be happening. Im not ready. Im not ready for this. I don’t want this. I cant have this. He will leave me too. He will find someone else. He will see how crazy I am and run away screaming.
She leaned back slowly and looked up at him, taking in his nearly passed out form. A soft snore escaped him as he fell asleep on her couch. She laid him down and covered him with a blanket, Bel carefully removing his gun and any other weapon. She moved over to her chair and watched him sleep as she thought about the night, wondering what else is going to happen to her to make her rethink her life plan.
I'm the one that drives away
Then follows you back home
I am a street light shining
I'm a wild light blinding bright
Burning off alone
It's times like these you learn to live again
It's times like these you give and give again
It's times like these you learn to love again
It's times like these time and time again
I am a new day rising
I'm a brand new sky
To hang the stars upon tonight
I am a little divided
Do I stay or run away
And leave it all behind?
- Times Like These – Foo Fighters
The knock on the door to her small apartment on Blackburne was brief, barely audible as Bel tinkered on the device on her table. She looked up at the door and frowned before sliding her tools and the device into a basket and hiding it under her couch. She padded to the door quietly before opening it, only to have Derrick Osterham fall into her arms. She fell to the floor under his weight and she checked for a pulse, grateful she found one before she dragged him over to the couch. He woke up and fumbled for his gun, a little confused as where he was and what he was doing.
“Derrick? Derrick?” She placed her hand on his gun hand and grabbed his shoulder, his eyes finally focused on hers and a smile crossing his pained features. “Miss Carver. I knew you would find me.” His words were slurred and she could tell he was hurting. His brown hair damp with sweat and his skin pale.
“You found me, Derrick.” She checked him over finding a pretty nasty bullet wound in his thigh and she pulled out her bag from under the coffee table and pulled out a pair of scissors. “Trust me.” She nods as she starts to cut his pants before using both hands to rip the denim apart to reveal the wound.
“With my life, Miss Carver.” He murmured as he leaned back on the couch, a look of concern on his face as he looked at her. “I am getting blood all over your fine rug and furniture…” He winced as she poked at the wound and he closed his eyes.
Bel smiled as she shook her head. Charming to the end even when he was wounded. “Derrick. I told you to call me Bel. And don’t worry about my furniture or rug. They can be replaced, you cant. Now shut your eyes.” She waited until his eyes were closed before she pulled out the needle and filled it with a painkilling numbing agent. She injected his wound then dropped the empty syringe into her bag before smiling at him. “You can open them now.”
“Was… was that a needle?” He paled even more and she shook her head, wondering how someone so brave could be so scared of needles. She nodded a bit before responding. “Yes… now you will probably feel a bit goofy and a little drunk.” She knew that the serum would act quickly so she pulled out her scalpel and sliced into the wound. She blinked in puzzlement as she found no bullet, in fact… the wound looked like it was hacked into. “Derrick? Where is the bullet?”
He blearily looked at her and blinked before he answered her with a slur. “It was a tracer… dug it out with my knife. Couldn’t bring them here.” Bel shook her head as she checked the wound for infection instead. She filled the wound with an antibiotic gel before coating the outer wound with a sterilizing powder.
”You are beautiful… and smart… and lovely…” He murmured as he looked down at her. Eyes glazed over from the serum kicking in. She blushed at the compliments before nodding her head. “Thank you, Derrick.” She placed a bandage over the wound and taped it down before cutting his jeans all the way, making one leg into shorts before wrapping the gauze around his thigh and making sure the bandage is strapped down.
“I would love to get to know you better, Miss… Bel.” He slurred even as his eyes drooped. Bel’s hands stopped as she taped the gauze down and she blinked down at his thigh while thoughts swirled in her head like stars in a blackhole.
No… this cant be happening. She thought. This cant be happening. Im not ready. Im not ready for this. I don’t want this. I cant have this. He will leave me too. He will find someone else. He will see how crazy I am and run away screaming.
She leaned back slowly and looked up at him, taking in his nearly passed out form. A soft snore escaped him as he fell asleep on her couch. She laid him down and covered him with a blanket, Bel carefully removing his gun and any other weapon. She moved over to her chair and watched him sleep as she thought about the night, wondering what else is going to happen to her to make her rethink her life plan.
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