Recognition dawns just as my consciousness fades.
My head is pounding and my mouth feels like someone filled it with cotton balls and told me to swallow. I try to keep my breathing steady, and I keep my eyes closed. I don't know where I am yet, and I don't want my captors to know I'm awake.
Why am I even still alive? No good reason, I'm sure.
I don't hear anything at first, but then small sounds trickle in. Someone is in the room with me, pacing. They have heavy boots that aren't muffled by the carpeting. I'm laying on something lumpy and made of corduroy. Something I recognize.
I listen more closely and I hear it: the faint hum of my refrigerator. It started working again. I'm on my couch.
A phone rings and a man answers with a deep, gravelly, British voice. "I have her. She's safe."
Pause.
"No, I do not."
Pause.
"There were three of them and my priority was protecting the girl."
Pause.
"Very well."
He stops talking, and I wait a few moments before I take a deep breath as if just waking up. I try to open my eyes next.
Big mistake.
Light hurts.
I moan, raising my hand to shield my face.
The lights go out and someone walks closer to me. "Do not move too quickly. You are still recovering from the sedative they gave you."
Large hands hold my back and head and help me into a sitting position. When I finally pry my eyes open, I look up and see the man who rescued me from my attackers.
Fen.
"What happened?" I ask, rubbing my head.
He hands me a glass of water and sits across from me. "You were attacked. I intervened and brought you home. The effects of the sedative should wear off soon. You'll feel tired and out of sorts but you will be fine."
I reach up to rub the spot on my neck where the needle entered me. It's covered in a bandage. "Thank you." As my brain wakes up, I have so many questions, but I start with the most obvious ones. "Who are you? And how is it you happened to be around when I was attacked?"
"My name is Fenris Vane. My friends call me Fen. When I saw you leave the hospital to walk home alone, I worried something might happen."
I narrow my eyes at him. "Really? Did you see someone following me? Why do you even care what happens to a random stranger?"
"Stick to being grateful, girl. Asking questions only leads to trouble."
"It appears I'm in trouble no matter what I do. First my mom mysteriously falls into a coma, and now I'm being attacked and drugged. And you show up, all rugged and viciously protective. Does that seem like a coincidence to you?"
"It seems to me like you need to be more careful." He sits there, so arrogant, so full of himself. I just want to slap him.
"I need to be more careful? How about other people need to stop attacking me? How about that? Let's put the blame where it belongs, shall we?"
He sighs and stands. "You are exhausting, and I have stayed here longer than I should. I made you something to eat in the kitchen. If you start to feel nauseous or dizzy, see a doctor. And try not to get yourself killed."
He walks to the door and my heart rate spikes. Suddenly I'm terrified of being left alone. My bravado drains out of me like water from a leaky glass. "Wait."
He stops and turns to me, his hand on my doorknob.
"Don't go. Please. I'm..." I swallow, hating to admit this to anyone, let alone this man. "I'm scared." My voice cracks and a tear leaks out. "I don't know what's going on. I don't understand why anyone is trying to hurt me or my mom, and I... I don't want to be alone tonight. Will you stay?"
I can see he is battling with himself, and I'm honestly not even sure why I think this is a good idea at all. He's a stranger I know nothing about. He could rob me, kill me, rape me. But, he saved me. He took me home and looked after me until I woke up. If he was going to hurt me, he would have done it by now.
"Fine. I shall stay for a few hours, but I must leave before dawn. I have somewhere to be."
I smile and sink back into the couch, suddenly exhausted. "Thank you."
He sits down again and watches me in silence.
After a few moments, I feel entirely too self-conscious. "Want to watch a movie?"
"A movie?" he asks.
"Yes. Comedy? Romance? Drama? Action?" I reach for the remote and click the TV on, then pull out my case of DVDs. "What are you in the mood for?"
"Hunting," he says, under his breath.
"A movie about hunting?" I'm confused.
"Action," he clarifies. "Something with action."
"Of course. But you should try a good romance sometime. You might find you like it."
He scowls at me, and I just laugh and put in something with a lot of guns and fighting and car chases. He has to sit next to me to see the television, and so we are close, our legs and arms touching, as we watch the movie. I find it boring, and Fen honestly doesn't seem that interested either, so half way through the movie I start to ask him questions about himself. His answers are vague, and I realize he's a private man, hard to get to know.