I groaned softly, touching my forehead with my hand. My palm stung a bit from the contact and I felt bandages around it. Frowning, I felt my hand with the other and discovered that both my palms were wrapped up, along with my knees.

"You took a bit of a nasty fall, scraped up your arms and legs."

I jumped at the voice before directing my attention to it's source.

According to his voice, G was seated off to my side, but something wasn't right. He sat off to my left, but my bed was pressed against the wall to my left. I wasn't in my own bed.

My eyes went wide as I sat up, feeling the blankets of the bed I sat on.

"Yeah I didn't think it was safe for you at your place with Mr. Handsy after you. You're in my room." He told me and I narrowed my gaze at him suspiciously.

"I didn't touch you I swear, other than bandaging your scrapes I left you alone."

I rolled my eyes.

"Why didn't you just set me on your couch? Or is that just where you keep your prisoners?" I asked tilting my head at him.

"D***, have you still not let that go?"

I was silent as I turned my head the other way. I had let it go, sort of. I was still weary around him but, I don't know, I guess he'd become a sort of friend on accident. He didn't even know my name and yet he'd helped me when I'd needed it, even though I'd told him repeatedly to buzz off.

"Thank you." I said softly as I fiddled with the bandages around my hand.

"For what? Giving you a panic attack?"

"A what?" I looked in his direction puzzled and heard him sigh.

"Well it might not have been me, but you were trembling and gasping for air, I assumed you were having a panic attack."

I frowned softly as I thought back. I'd smelled smoke, and then I felt my throat tighten, I couldn't breath.

"Smoke." I said simply, but G didn't say anything. "Was something burning?" I asked quickly. Maybe I'd left the stove on, or perhaps that freaky idiot lit something on fire. I shuddered at the thought of my current home burning.

"That, was my fault. There's no fire.." He quickly assured me, but I still frowned at him.

"Were you smoking or something? In my house?"

"No."

I frowned at him.

"Well what did you do then?"

"I got angry."

That made me pause. He turned Smokey when he got angry? That was just confusing.

"What?" I asked a bit in disbelief.

"My left eye will burn gold when I get angry, you can't hear the flames, or see the smoke, but you can feel the heat, and smell the smoke."

I hummed. That's exactly what triggered my anxiety, the heat, and the smell. I shivered softly, putting my arms around myself.

"I'll try not to get angry around you any more Doll."

"(Y/n)."

There was a pause.

"Huh?"

I sighed softly as I looked in his direction.

"My name, it's (y/n)."