She was of no threat; that he was sure about. He could feel it in his bones. The fact that she took a complete stranger in, didn’t call the cops, and stitched up his wounds should have been evident enough. Still, she was holding a gun, he couldn’t remember a thing, and he still had an overbearing sense of worry. As if he were running from something dangerous. As if he still wasn’t safe.<br/><br/>Yet the room felt safe. An inviting place, even with it's own rocking chair. He wondered how she had acquired the place, as though this place was an old relic. She walked in with Tylenol, and a glass of water, a godsend. Though clearly she still forgot the shirt... Though he suspected she didn't live with anyone that would have a shirt he could wear, anyways. He realized now was not the time to act like his usual self, but to keep her calm. He needed her help after all. He pushed himself up in the bed, pain through his body. He grabbed the Tylenol, threw two extra-strength into his mouth, and gulped. His head and body aches could certainly use it. Aside from the headache, and the wounds, his body was sore and hurt with every movement. Then he gulped down the water as fast as he could, trying to quench the thirst.<br/><br/>He handed her the glass, gently, and looked at her. Wavy red hair, green eyes- she was stunning. He felt a warmth from her. “You’re right, I do owe you a carpet, and perhaps my life,” he told her. “To be honest,” he hesitated. She knew so little, less than he. He contemplated holding it back, but needed to share the burden. “I- don’t remember anything. Not how I got here, not how I got shot- not even my name.”<br/><br/>“All I know is that I’m running from, something.” He looked around, and noticed she didn’t bring the gun back with her. “I’m not sure if you’re entirely safe with me here, to be honest. I suppose running up to your door was a bit selfish on my part, but I needed help, and I still need it unfortunately. I pray you can provide that for me.”<br/><br/>“Also, if you don’t mind, I’ll need you to bring the gun back here. I’d feel safer with it here, even if you’re the one holding it.”