My head throbs as the pain of sunlight burns its way behind my eyelids when that thing called consciousness comes back to me.

God I hate this part.

Despite the aching of every muscle in my body, I pull myself up to a sitting position in what feels like a bed.

I'm really starting to hate this whole surviving near death experiences thing that apparently keeps happening to me. It's really not any fun and I really wish it would stop.

Eventually, my eyes manage to open enough that I can actually see more than the sleep in my eyes. Things come into focus and I get the familiar look of a scrawny looking moron staring back at me.

"How are you feeling?"

Son of a bitch...

"Like I'd rather be alone..."

He just smiles back at me like he's smarter than me.

"Sorry about that, but I needed to make sure that you were okay before I could leave."

Dumb wanna-be hero.

I start to move towards the edge of my bed so I can get up, doing my best to block out the pain as I move.

"And what makes you think I'm not fine?"

The moron stares my way for a while, long enough that I turn my head to look at what he's staring at.

"Logic and reason?"

Logic and... that...

My eyes narrow while I make it to the end of my bed and sorta lean over it, bracing myself against the pain.

"They're overrated."

He shrugs.

"They've worked so far for me, so I think I'll keep using them for now... if that's okay with you."

"It's a free country."

"Not at the prices my parents had to pay to get me into this school."

For some reason that joke makes me smile a bit.

"I know, my sister's working her butt off just to pay the bills on tuition here."

"Your sister eh? What about your parents? Are they helping?"

My mom's face gets into my head suddenly and I feel this pain that doesn't have anything to do with dull ache in every part of me.

"They're dead."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I kinda know what that's like. My parents are dead too."

I look up at him as he starts moving around in my dorm room.

"I thought you said your parents were paying for school."

"They are."

There's a moment where I just look at him, confused.

"It's sorta complicated. But basically, I guess you could say I was adopted after my real parents... died."

The guy stops rummaging through what I think is a first aid kit to stare at the wall contemplatively for a second.

"I know what that's like. I got adopted once. It's bullshit. You spend your whole life believing that you're like everyone else. That you have a family and that they love you. Then one day you find out it's all crap. It was never real. None of it really means anything because they never really loved you."

He looks at me suddenly for a moment with a slightly concerned look.

"Something like that."

I really don't like the way he's looking at me.

"Look, thanks for the whole saving me thing and everything even though I didn't really need it. But I'm fine now."

Slowly I start to try and pull myself up to my feet to show him I'm fine despite the aching pain in every part of me.

"You can go away now."

The aching feeling in me suddenly turns sharp and I can't get my balance, making me almost fall over. But before I hit the floor, a pair of hands grabs me and holds me firmly but gently. I look at him as he holds me sorta close to keep me off the floor and the look of concern in his eyes gives me this feeling that's weirdly comforting. It makes me want to push him away and put some distance between us. He brings me upright as I start to push my hands against his chest and I fall backwards onto the bed when he lets me go.

"Are you okay?"

That look of concern on his face doesn't go away as he stands less than three feet from me in between mine and Cindy's bed.

I really don't like the way he's looking at me.

I turn my head away to not look at him.

"I'm fine."

"Sure you are. Look, it doesn't seem like you've got any kind of internal bleeding or anything, but someone should still check you out..."

Yeah, right...

"Like you haven't been doing that already while I was passed out..."

"I was watching over you while you were out, but I didn't touch you. I figured it was better to wait until you woke up. That way you didn't get the wrong idea if you woke up the way you tend to do."

Now I know that's bullshit.

Rolling over onto my stomach despite the aching feeling that's still running through me, I put my legs over the edge of my bed so that he's got a good view of my ass and look back at him.

"Come on..."

I shake my ass at him.

"You can't tell me you don't want a piece of that."

He gets this look on his face that I haven't seen on a guy's face in forever.

Is he actually embarrassed by how much he wants me? It'd almost be cute if it weren't so pathetic.

After a few seconds, he looks away from my clothed body laid out for the taking and actually looks me in the eyes.

"I don't think you have any internal bleeding or anything, which is lucky, but I think you need to get checked out for any serious cuts and bruises."

He holds out the gauze in his hands to me.

"Do you want to do it or do you want me to help you like you asked me to last night?"

Why the hell is this guy actually trying to help me instead of trying to get in my pants? I practically offered myself to him and he just shot me down. Not that I would've let him have me. I don't do that sort of thing. But most guys would've jumped at the shot I just gave him, mostly because I don't ever give a shot to guys... so why the hell did I just do that to him?

He looks at me funny because of the confused look on my face.

"What?"

I roll over onto my back and reach out, taking the gauze from him and he puts some distance between us.

"I'll do it."

He holds up his hands defensively.

"All right, whatever works for you."

This guy is just WAY too nice for his own good. So why doesn't that make me hate him as much as it should?

I pat myself down a little, checking for the places which still hurt. My left shoulder shoots pain through my body as I move it and I stop checking myself out, grimacing a little at the feeling. Unrolling the gauze slowly because of the pain, I try and figure out how to put it around my shoulder. Eventually, I decide to take my shirt off so I can wrap the gauze properly but as soon as I try to maneuver my left arm to get out of my shirt, my nerves ache with pain.

"Ow..."

He takes a few steps towards me.

"Here, let me help you."

I twitch at his approach but also get this rush of adrenaline because he tried.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?"

Closing my eyes, I try and block out the pain through sheer force of will and pull my shirt up about half way off. Before I can pull my shirt down I start to fall over a bit and he's at my side in a flash, holding me up. His touch makes that safe feeling run through me again, despite myself, and I flinch at the feeling. He stops what he's doing.

"Are you all right?"

His help does enough that I can get back to a decent sitting position on my own and I reach out to push him away. He moves back a step to give me some space and for some reason that gives me as much of a safe feeling as his touch does.

"I'm fine."

Again I try and pull my shirt off to get at my shoulder to wrap myself in gauze. Only second later do I start to fall over again when pain goes shooting through me. The wanna-be hero is just as quick as before to catch me but this time he grabs me a little more firmly, sitting down behind me as he helps me get back to a sitting position, almost cradling me with concern.

"You're probably going to get a little more done if you let me help. Here..."

He reaches down to the hem of my shirt and some part of me feels the need to inhale sharply despite a lack of pain. Eventually, his knuckles brush against my skin as he takes hold of my shirt and starts to pull it up and I try and manage to get my arm out of my sleeve to expose my shoulder. The backs of his fingers continue to brush against my sides as he gets my shirt up higher and it sends a shiver through me as what I think is his index finger brushes the side of my tit that I can't help but feel a little turned on at the gentleness of his touch. But as soon as he touches me, he pulls back and part of me doesn't like that he didn't go further.

God I haven't been touched like that in a while.

I squirm a bit at the slightly turned on feeling that I get from his touch and the cooler air hitting my skin as I get my arm loose and my shirt is up enough to wrap my shoulder.

"Sorry..."

I'd say it's all right, but I'm not dumb enough to give him a big head about this... or big other things. Just because him touching me is turning me on doesn't mean I'm going to spread my legs for him.

He reaches forward for the gauze in front of me and his head comes over my naked shoulder until our cheeks are inches from each other, but his hand on my clothed right shoulder is the only part of him that is touching me. I can feel this strange, almost overwhelming sense of raw power coming from him that gets my heart beating a little more quickly for some strange reason. When he starts moving back to unroll the gauze to help me out, part of me moves back with him slightly to enjoy the raw power feeling for as long as possible before I catch myself and straighten up.

What the hell was that?

The weirdo helping me reaches around on either side of me and unrolls the gauze in front of me.

"Are you okay?"

I don't really know how to answer that.

"Fine..."

He brings the unwrapped part of the gauze close to my chest and I can feel a little bit of that buzz I got from him being close again as he stops the gauze inches from my body.

"Can I...?"

I turn my head slightly so I can see him out of the corner of my eye at the pause in his question.

"What?"

His hands move the gauze slightly as if trying to figure out where to place the gauze around my chest comfortably with my shirt still half covering me up.

"Oh..."

I use the less killing me right shoulder to take hold of my shirt and pull it up over my head and I let it hang off my right arm, exposing my back to him. Pulling my hair out of the way for him with my halfway decent arm, he immediately presses the length of the gauze against my upper chest and starts wrapping it around me as an anchor for when he wraps it around my shoulder. I drape my shirt over my right shoulder as he wraps it around me to cover my tits up.

Not sure why I feel weird letting my tits hang out where he can see them, he's got his hands just above them already.

He finishes with the foundation of the wrap and moves on to my shoulder and I turn my head to sort of watch him as he does it.

Besides which, I've got great tits. Guys are staring at them all the time. Mostly because I like to show them off whenever and however I can. A pretty decent ass too. Maybe I should let him get a good look for helping me out with my shoulder.

I let my shirt drop down and pool at my wrist before sending it to the floor and arching my back a little to let my tits stand out on their own for him to see. When I do, he suddenly readjusts his seat on my bed behind me and speeds up his wrapping.

He's not actually nervous to see a naked chick is he?

Turning slightly towards him so he can get a better look as he finishes the wrap and he backs up on the bed uncomfortably.

"The... there you go."

He is nervous. Damn... if he's really that much of a prude, maybe I should give him a little more then a look.

I touch my gauze wrapped shoulder and test how good of a job he did.

It's actually not that bad. Maybe he isn't as much of a screw up as I thought.

"Thanks..."

Again I turn towards him more, giving him a full view of my tits that he didn't get before. It makes him stand up and back away but he manages to keep a straight face and not look nervous.

"Sure... you should be all right for a while. You can put your shirt back on."

I move my way to the end of the bed to get closer to him despite the pain that's going through me, making sure I don't cover up my tits as I do so he can keep getting a good look. His eyes keep glancing down to my chest while I move and he takes a half step back to keep some distance between us.

"I could do that..."

Slowly, I reach out and take his wrist, pulling him closer to me.

"Or I could give you a reward for helping me out."

"You mean, the help you didn't really need for the problem I was screwing up by getting involved?"

I shrug.

"Yeah, well... you didn't do such a terrible job on my shoulder. I figure you deserve something for that."

He steps back and pulls his hand away to stand in a more defensive position.

"So you figured you'd just... what?"

I move to the end of the bed and grin at him.

"I don't generally go for the sausage crowd..."

I unbutton my pants and pull on the waist to undo the zipper as well, looking him over.

"But I've never really tried it, so I'm willing to give it a shot for a big handsome hero like you."

He looks like he could give me a run for my money. At the very least the whole super strength and stamina thing should keep him going long enough to give me a decent hump. Hmm... maybe he'd be good enough to give the other half a try.

"You know, some guys just want to help people when they're in trouble."

That makes me roll my eyes at him.

"I'm sure..."

I look down at his crotch and point at it.

"But by the look of the bulge in your pants, I'm guessing you wouldn't exactly hate it if I gave you a reward."

He glances down at his crotch and steps back a few steps but doesn't get all stammer-y and uncomfortable like most guys would. He just gets more defensive in his stance, not bothering to hide the giant bulge in his pants.

"Whatever, look, I was just trying to help. It looks like you'll be fine, so I'll go now."

The moron actually turns around to walk out the door instead of getting a piece of me.

Well that's no fun.

"Hey..."

My words make him stop but not turn around.

Probably knows that if he gets another look at my tits he's not gonna want to leave.

"Wait... if, if you're really that big on helping me, then..."

I reach down to the floor and pick up my shirt, covering myself up for a second before putting it on.

"Fine... we'll work together. Look..."

He turns around hesitantly, only doing it more confidently when he sees I've got my shirt on. I put my arms out on either side of me like being clothed is a peace offering.

"I'm all clothed and crap. Do you feel better?"

There's no immediate response from him and it makes me take a deep breath to let it out in a sigh.

"Come on... would you rather I took it off again?"

I move to take my shirt off again, knowing he's going to object, and he does.

"No, just... leave it. Leave it on."

Letting my arms fall to my sides, I can't help but grin at the fact that the prospect of me taking off my shirt again actually made him look somewhat uncomfortable.

Working with him might actually be a bit fun.

"Are you really interested in working with me on this?"

I look down at the bulge in his pants again.

And I may get something out of it too if I play my cards right.

Trying not to look interested, I bring my eyes back up to him.

"I guess... I mean..."

I kinda point out my injuries to him by lifting my leg and grimacing at the real pain I feel left over from last night.

"With the way I feel right now, she could come after me and I'd never be able to stop her. It might be good to have someone looking over my bruised shoulder for a while."

He watches me with uncertainty for a while.

"And what happens when you feel better and go back to your regular self?"

I shrug with a bit of a grin.

"Hopefully we won't have to find out, but that kinda depends on how well you can protect me while I'm injured."

His arms cross over his chest as he considers what I've put in front of him.

"That might work, assuming you're willing to listen to me."

I lean back on my good arm, giving him a good view of my currently clothed body.

"Within reason..."

Extending my hand, I point out my roommate's bed next to me.

"So sit down, let's talk about a plan."

For a few moments, he stays silent and watches me.

Come on... you know you want to.

"All right..."

That makes me smile as he makes his way over, grabs a chair on the way and sits on it a foot or two from the edge of my bed where he's sitting.

Bingo.