Chryssie felt her face heat up at the compliment. Though it was a mixture of both embarrassment and anger. Great. Just another guy who wanted to test out his flirting skills. Just as she opened her mouth to give this handsome stranger a piece of her mind, he asked about a place to stay. He gave some excuse about losing his key, but she only half believed him. It could be possible he hadn't been living on his own long. It could also have been possible it was a lie designed to find out where she lived. She had heard of tales where guys would say anything to get with a girl they found attractive. Either way, she really couldn't ignore a plea for help and this sure sounded like one. Even if it might be a pathetic excuse to find out things about her she would rather not tell to a stranger. "Sure. My brother is away at some camp for the summer and you can have his room. You really don't have to pay us anything."<br/><br/>The unfinished thought was if it was anything relating to a bedroom activity, she would gladly let her father deal with it.<br/><br/>Before she could stand up and offer him her name in return for his, he was on the grass almost writhing in pain. He was certainly whimpering in it and she moved to feel gently along his body for whatever was causing the wound. She heard words. Words that made no sense to her. Ancestors, damn and kill was all she heard and she really started to wonder who this strange man was. She had only reached his shoulders when he told her where the wound was and where he could something treated. Rocking back on her heels, she looked down at him in confusion. "Where in the universe did you get a spearhead jammed into your ribs? Is this a joke? Feeling just suddenly don't return to a wound like that unless you are..." Her eyes widened as she quickly scrambled back from him. She really should have known such a handsome face would be trouble.<br/><br/>"Crap! You're a druggie aren't you?" Pulling out her phone, she quickly dialed 911. She knew where the closest hospital was. Sure. But she wasn't about to try and drag him there. It was a good couple of miles and she doubted he could even stand. That and she really didn't want to find out the hard way rather or not he was a good actor. Relaying the information, she slide the phone back into her pocket and edged closer to the fallen male. Sighing, she moved to try and lift up his shirt to see this 'spear wound'. "Druggie or know, I called the emergency services. They can take you to the hospital. They can get you help."<br/><br/>Even as the forefront of her mind was calling him a liar, the back half was wondering where he encountered a spear and just how had he not felt it to just then?