She opened her eyes to find she was not in the ally way, or her sleeping bag, or on a bench in the park, or under the stars. It was an odd sight to open her eyes at night, and not see the stars looking down below at her. She loved the stars. She believed in them.
The homeless girl looked around the room. It was nice and warm. She was in a soft white bed with blue sheets. The room must have been the biggest room she had ever found herself in. She thought that maybe 200 or more people would be packed in it. Or maybe just about 20.
She sat up and felt a needle pull her gently back. It was an IV that was stuck. She saw the bag above. It was the strangest thing she had ever awoken too, and she woke up to many strange and unusual things. She was about to take the IV out of her skin until a voice screamed at her.
“NO! Don’t pull it out, leave it alone!” a man screamed. She looked up to find a man half walking, half running into her room.641Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjzYmEd3LZ8
It was the man from before. The girl studied him, looking him up and down, wondering what his reasoning for bringing her here. He gently pushed her shoulder to meet the mattress of her bed. “Please, just lay down.”
She looked up with her big bright eyes. She softly asked, “Who are you? Where am I?” She didn’t fight him. She couldn’t. She was too confused, too weak.
“You’re in my home, in my spare room. You’re only five minutes out of the city. Don’t worry. You’re okay, okay?”
She would nervous, as she could run she would’ve. “Why am I here?”
“Because . . . . Because I saved you,” he answered as he questioned himself. He thought about her question for a moment and wondered if he had answered it correctly.
“I didn’t need saving you know,” she said narrowing her eyes.
“Well, you did, you would have died tonight.”
“Good,” she said looking to the floor.
“Good?” he questioned in an outranged tone. “How the hell is that good? That’s not good at all? You could have died; do you realize how serious that is?”
“Who would care?”
He was silent for a moment. “Me.”
She looked at him. “You? You? I don’t even know who the hell you are . . . . oh wait, I remember you. You were that guy from this morning. You’re the one that gave me . . . the money.”
He shrugged. “It was supposed to go to a hotel room for you.”
“Yeah, well tried to find a decent hotel in the blizzard like this. Everywhere was booked.”
“I’m sorry about that.”
“Are you stalking me?” she asked.
He looked at her. “No?”
“Is this kidnapping?” she asked. She didn’t seem alarmed by any of it.
Daniel’s eyes widen. “No, no it’s not. I’m going to let you go on wherever you would like to go after the snow melts or till you are better.”
“I’m not going to give you anything, you know that right?”
He looked very confused. “Okay?”
She crossed her arms. “I mean it, so don’t you try anything. Men always think just because you do one thing for a woman they deserve some pleasure.”
“What the hell . . . . Wait, no, no, no. I’m not asking for anything! I just wanted you to get better, and as soon as you’re better, you are free to leave and go whatever you want.”
“Sure,” she rolled her eyes.
“Look, I’m just a RN. You were doing to die without any medical attention and I couldn’t let you just die like that. You’re staying here until you’re better. Now, no more questions like that. My name is Daniel Anderson. I’m here to help, okay? Just no more questions like that.”
The girl looked him up and down and gave a sweeter smile. “Oh, that’s so cute. You’re one of the sweet ones.”
“What?” he asked grabbing his head, “Ugh, look, just lay back down and go to sleep, okay? This IV will get you going. You were dehydration, badly. I would get you something to eat, but it’s 3 in the morning, and I think it’ll be best to wait till morning.”
She found herself smiling. “Thank you.”
“By the way, can I know what your name is?”
“Sure,” the girl smiled proudly. “Violet Piosenkarz, my good sir!”
Daniel let out a laugh which was greeted by narrow eyes of disappointment. “I’m sorry, but what type of name is Piosenkarz?”
“I’m Polish!” she snapped.
Daniel straightened up. “I’m sorry for laughing. It’s nice to finally meet you Violet.”
“Yeah, well, what was your name again?”
“Daniel Anderson,” he said.
“Ooo! So plain! Anderson. Like no one heard of that name before! Isn’t that English or something?” she said with red surfacing her face. He saw how upset she was. “What can I call you? Dan? Danny?”
He shook his head. “No, Daniel. Just Daniel.”
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“Doc?”
“Yeah,” she smiled.
“But I’m just a RN, not a doctor,” he explained.
“Can I still call you doc?”
“Why? There is no logical behind it. No reasoning at all,” he said questioning her. He put a head on his head.
She closed her eyes and let a smile crawl out her face. Her long wavy blonde hair covered her face, but Daniel saw the shine from that smile. “I have my reasons.”
“Well, fine, if you have your reasons,” he let out a sigh. “Look it’s very late. You need to get some rest-“
“So do you live alone, Doc?” she asked. “Where are your wife and kids?” She didn’t hear an answer. She opened her eyes and saw him looking away.
He couldn’t answer the question. He just shook his head. She got the hint. “So, where is my guitar case?” she asked sitting up, trying to change the subject.
“Oh, it’s still in my car,” he said heading out the door.
“No, that’s okay,” she said stopping him. “Seriously, it can totally wait, ok?”
He turned around and nodded his head. “Ok.”
“Okay, cool,” she smiled.
“Since we are up, may I know more about you? Where are you from?” he asked.
The table turned and she didn’t like that. She lay back on the pillow and turned her body. “It’s getting pretty late, don’t you think?”
Daniel wanted to protest. He wanted answers from her. But he felt sleepy himself, and worrying for the girl, whose name he found out was now Violet, made him tired
. He just nodded. “Ok. That’s fine, I suppose. Is there anything I can get you? Blanket? Heater? Door opened, closed?”
She shook her hand. “I’m okay.”
Daniel nodded. “Okay then, I’ll see you in the morning. Goodnight, Violet.”
She started to close the door. He heard her mumble, “Goodnight, Doc.”
With that, he closed the door all the way. He stood there for a few seconds, then walked downstairs. He put on the T.V. as he did every night and watched his rented movie. But tonight was different. Tonight, his mind was somewhere else.
Not on the T.V., not in the movie or thinking about popcorn. His name was upstairs, outside the girl’s door. Worrying and wonders swam his mind. Mostly worries.
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