My eyes flutter open and I wake up with my head pounding.

In the corner of my eye I can see someone. I turn my head up and I am greeted with a man, hunched over me, staring at me.

It takes me a second for my body to realize what is happening. My first instinct is to scream and to move away. So I did. I scream and quickly push myself back to the other side of the bed. I am also quick to cover my breasts. The man follows suite in screaming and backing away. His arms raise to block himself.

"Who the hell are you?" I scream. My head and heart is pounding. My face is probably a bit red. I am very dizzy and I look at my sheets to see them soaked in blood. "I don't know! You tell me!" He screams back.

The man looks at where I am looking, the sheets. "Wh-h-at happened?" He then look up to me and travels up and down my body. It making me uncomfortable. His eyes widen. "Oh! Your bleeding! I'm stupid!" He relaxes and covers his face with his hands to then take them away.

He looks at me again and his eyebrows knit together. He extends his arms, one more outstretched than the other, to reach for me. He takes a step forward and I move more back. He lowers his arms a bit. "Look, you are gunna need to let me help you." He says. His voice intertwined with irritation. "Why?" I ask him. I don't understand why this guy is in my house, how he got here, and why I should trust him. "Because I might be living here. For a long while, at least." He says. He takes a step forward again and I fall off the bed in an attempt to get off of it backwards.

"Listen," He said, "I need your trust." I stay silent. It's tempting because everything hurts an he is being very calm about everything. He walks over to the other side of the bed. He extends his right hand. I want to take his hand but both of my arms are currently either hurting or hiding parts of me.

I gesture to him that I can't take his arm and he walks closer to me. He crouches down and maneuvers his arms around me so him arm is under my back and his other arm is under my leg and his hand is under my stump of a leg. He picked my up and was holding me bridal style. Because of the motion, my arm let go of myself and now he can fully see my breasts. This is horrible.

"What the-" he cuts me off. "A-Ah! No, you showed me that you are apparently unable to get up. So I am carrying you." He says. He smirks and walks towards the door. "I can stand up and walk, you know." I grumbled. "That's not what you showed."  He smirked and laughed. Why is he laughing? This is extremely uncomfortable!

He walks out of the room and into the bathroom. He closes the door and asks, "Can you show me that you can stand?" I looked at him and he sets me down. I take my time to balance and I hold on to the bathroom counter. It was hard because I am very dizzy.

The man looks around and sees the backpack. He starts to rummage through it and picks out rubbing alcohol, a strip of cloth, bandages, and he takes my shirt from off the ground. He set all the stuff on the counter and starts to unravel the bandages on my arm. "I am going to take care of your wounds, so don't squirm." He demands.

He focused on my arm but he kept glancing at my breasts. Doesn't he know the definition of respect. "Why do you keep looking at my breasts?" I ask. He keeps his eyes on my arm as he answers me question. "You were coving them before, like you were scared. I don't really get that." He says. He takes the cloth and ties it tightly around my upper arm. I flinch.

"Well, you are just a vision from my mind, I have come to terms with that. I have come to terms that I am crazy." I say. I really hate saying that I am just crazy, but it is understandable. I hear the guy laugh a bit and then sigh.

I look over at him, who is now i front of me getting cotton balls and putting something on them, and he was smiling. "For your information, I am just as real as you." I watch him go back to my arm and he starts to rub my arm with the cotton ball and it really stings. I back away from him. "Agh! Fuck! What the hell?" I scream. He looks at me annoyed and says: "I am trying to help you! Now shut up and stay still!"

Now I am really mad. Did he just tell me to shut up? "Well it feels like you are trying to kill me!" I yell. Is my imagination trying to kill me? Can it even do that? Whatever it is, this guy is really dense. "Well I'm not! You have to feel pain to heal wounds!" He scoffs and steps forward and so I stepped backward, but in my efforts, I fall on the floor. He groaned. "Do you know nothing about medical help?" He says. I am taken back. He has really stepped over the line.

I struggle to get up as he watches me, cotton ball in his fist. I balance my self by supporting myself on the sink counter. "Speak for yourself!" I grumble. We start bickering back and forth. I can't believe I just met this guy. We keep yelling at each other until he grabs my arm and pulls me towards him, causing me to fall into him.

He then collapses on the ground, bringing me with him. He then climbs on top of me and holds me down. He looks up to the counter and reaches to grab many cotton balls, the same bottle of that liquid, and bandages. I keep kicking and screaming. What is this guy doing.

He then one by one, drenches the cotton balls with the liquid and starts rubbing them on my arm and side. It really stings and it hurts so much. He then quickly reaches for a weird cream that he had previously pulled out, puts some on his hand, and rubs it on my arm and side. My eyes start to water and he begins to bandage my arm and my side tightly. He takes off the cloth that was around my arm. He then places everything down and sighs.

He gets off of me and starts picking up the things that is now scattered on the floor. I stop screaming and thrashing. He the looks at me and says: "you should get some rest. You must be tired." I look at him in disgust. He puts all the stuff away in the backpack, puts it on, and picks me up the way he did before. I give in and I don't struggle.

He starts heading toward my bedroom as he says, "I'll be watching you sleep. Just telling you so you aren't surprised when you wake up." He looks annoyed. Anyone would be. I really hate this guy.

He puts me in my bed and turns off the lights. My eyes are heavy and everything fades from my vision. I guess he was right. I really am tired.