Ivan was making dinner for himself when he heard noise coming from the fire escape outside his window. He opens the window and his eyes go wide when he sees a girl climbing towards him. He was frozen in shock.
A few story’s up and she heard the sliding of a window open. She turned and look at the very window with her nearly glowing platinum eyes and she gasped. Then hurried her way to the window. She without a word stood there, “help..me” she spoke simply.
She then heres car doors slam an she saw two men begun approaching the ladder which was to high for them but weirdly wasn’t to high for her. She starred at the man with fear in her eyes
Ivan nods, grabs her arm and pulls her inside his apartment. He then shuts the window, locks it, and draws the curtains so no one can see in. “Are you Alright?” Ivan asks.
She feels herself pulled in and her legs stumble under her ass she gets inside. “I-i-i don’t know…” she said to him and leans on him. Her body frail and her skin paler then it should’ve been. She could feel the weakness of her body set in.
“Shh. It is alright.” He sets her on the couch. “I will get food. And water. One moment please.” He says, rushing to the kitchen and fringing back some water and a thing of Oreos.
The red head curled into the corner of the couch. She sat in some cotton shorts a sports bra and a thigh length hospital gown tied in the back. Her heart was still racing she looked around in panic and paranoia.
“Don’t worry. You are safe here. My name is Ivan.” He smiles. “And dis in my apartment. Um. I’m Russian and I live her with my mother. Though right now she is in dhe hospital.” He rambles a bit.
The red head looks at him, “I-Ivan?” She asked. She sees his smile and cautiously attempts to mimic his expression. Smiling in return. “A hospital? Is she safe?” She asked.
She rubbed her thin arm and winced. Looking down she could see a tear in her arm. From where needles had sat in her arm. They were still open and fresh. Red and irritated too.
Ivan nods. “She’s Fine.” He smiles but then he notices her arm. “Oh no. Let me get something for that.” He stands up to get the first up.
The women grabs his arm to keep him from moving. “I….don’t. Want. To be….alone” she spoke and looked up at him. Her eyes bight almost glowing from their silvery platinum color.
He nods and sits down with her. “I know you are scared. But please. Let me help you. You can come with me to get dhe kit.” He says softly.
She thinks for a long quiet moment before she nods at his offer to follow him. Though she wasn’t entirely sure she could trust this man either but if she could watch him she could be safer she thought. And so she slowly let go of his arm. And then followed him.
He takes her hand softly and leads her to the kitchen. He lifts her onto the kitchen top as if she weighed nothing. “See.” He says opening a cabinet to show the med kit. He picks it up and sets it beside her.
She follows and gasps in surprise at how delicately he handled and fired her up. The counter was cold but it didn’t really bother her. But being high up the hospital gown had rose up some and exposed scars all over her thighs. There were scars up her arms from needles. Some were years old some fresher.
She nods at his statement and kicks her feet some. Humming a bit.
“You have scars too.” He gave a sad smile to the scars on her arms and kisses each one before bandaging it. “May I look at your legs?” He asks.
She felt his touch and it was so soft. So different. She felt calmed almost by his kisses.
She snapped out of it and looked at him in surprise at his question. She hesitated but she eventually nods yes. She pulls the hospital gown up. They were silvery looking scars running in various directions and lengths on the sides and back of her thighs but like tendrils the wrapped some onto the front of her thighs some.
She even had some scars on her back. Their weren’t as many as on her arms and legs but there were still many. From seeming years of experimentation.
Even if they didn’t need to be bandaged he still kisses each scar softly. He stays a gentleman and keeps his distance from her pelvis, but he still kisses her scars close to it. “There.” He says, getting off his knees. “All better?” He asks with a smile.
She nods her head. She was scared and hesitant as he kissed her skin. She’d never could remember interactions like this. Where she came from was very ragged and rough on her.
She slides off the counter and her leg gives out briefly and she stumbles, gasping some.
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