Jagari blinked as she started talking to him. â€œThe thought of being hurt never crossed my mind. I was startled because wasnâ€™t expecting to see anyone here.â€ He looked at himself. Then looked at her. â€œHi...I had to make sure you were real.â€ He said softly. â€œIt isnâ€™t often I wake up and see a beautiful woman sitting in a chair near me.â€ He said in a shy voice. The light rose pink tint staying on his cheeks. He looked down then looked to his arm. He took ahold of it then decided better on it. He wasnâ€™t sure he could realign it properly. He had better wait until his psionic energy regenerated more. A lot more. He would need a lot more. Or to just have someone who knew how to pop it back into place. Either way worked.<br/><br/>He focused on her. â€œNice to meet you Ms. Woods.â€ He said with a warm smile. He looked at his arm. â€œDo either of you know how to pop my arm back into place? I could do it myself but it take a long time to get enough energy for it to heal it properly. Its gonna hurt either way. Kinda looks funny the way it is flopped there.â€ He said with a light laugh. Wincing as his side hurt. Looking at her. He nodded his head. â€œIt was the only place I knew that they would not follow me. Where I would be safe. Be able to use the last of my energy to heal myself enough that I wouldnâ€™t die.â€ He said softly. â€œI wasn----â€ He cut off realizing she was walking closer. He just stared in disbelief as she got closer. â€œThank you...both of you. I really appreciate you helping me.â€ He said honestly.<br/><br/>And...she was still getting closer...oh dear. His eyes went wide as she was so close now. He was just rather shocked. He blinked and was having trouble focusing. Well on anything other than a really beautiful woman was less than six inches away from him. He felt a strange sensation shoot through him. His cheeks turned a shade darker but still pink. Oh...um...she said something. What did she just say? His brain completely went blank. He hadnâ€™t been able to take his eyes off her beautiful face. She was even more beautiful up close. His heart raced in a strange way it never had before. Then he forced the strange feelings away. He didnâ€™t understand them and would ponder them later.<br/><br/>No...she wasnâ€™t beautiful...she was gorgeous or sexy or both...gorgeously sexy. Why was he even thinking something like that? His train of thought confused him. He watched her and before he could process her intent she had a soft, yet cold hand, upon his cheek. His train of thought completely derailed. His eyes went wide in shock and when it sunk in she was really touching him his body went bright red from head to toe. Being he was half naked you could tell the blush went from head and down the rest of his body. Whoever heard of someone whose body only went half red if they werenâ€™t sunburnt.<br/><br/>She just said something again. He mentally scratched his brain until he realized she asked him what she should call him. He tried to answer. â€œI...I...I...I...um...I...â€ He stammered and stumbled. He had completely forgotten how to talk and he couldnâ€™t even form a word. He was trying. Really he was. The only thing he could get out though was -I- and he wasnâ€™t even sure why. He really couldnâ€™t remember his name right now even if words had not failed him. Then she got up and moved away. And wasnâ€™t touching him. His breath that he hadnâ€™t realized he was holding left his lips. His mind began to rewind and rewire. Apparently her being close fried his imaginary mainframe. He had never had a woman as attractive as her so so so close. In fact...he hadnâ€™t had anyone that close. He did get a hug from a girl his own age but that was it.<br/><br/>He was able to think clearly again. Thus he remembered his name. â€œJagari. Jagari Weston.â€ He said with a warm smile. He went to answer what happened then she asked his age. â€œSeveteen.â€ He answer. â€œWell...I am not physically strong. In fact I am a lot weaker than half or more boys my own age. Physically my body is somewhat frail yet not fragile just not strong like a boy my age should be. I was born with heart murmurs. They arenâ€™t fatal they just....make me cry tears of blood even when I am not really crying. My body cries tears of blood from my eyes when I have a heart murmur.â€ He started out explaining. â€œI was born with strange powers...Iâ€™m a Ghost Whisperer for one. Anyways...I was lost in thought when I heard a scream.â€<br/><br/>He looked her in the eyes. â€œI am probably the last person you would expect to go save someone from the bad guys. I am not physically strong but I am very powerful with my psionics. In fact with the heart murmurs youâ€™d be even less likely to see me as the one coming to the rescue of a damsel in distress. When the second scream for help came I ran to help the girl. I formed chi, or psionic energy, around my hands. When I got there that gang with those really powerful not humans and humans gang members had a young girl around my age surrounded. I did a palm thrust psion blast. It blasted them away from her. It bought her time to get away. But...â€ He trailed off for a moment.<br/><br/>â€œI wasnâ€™t so lucky. It was my back that hit the brick wall first. Then a fist to my gut. I was hit repeatedly while held to the wall by my throat. I was crying blood tears. When I feel to the ground they began kicking me. Which is how my arm and wrist got broken. I was jerked up again and they began stabbing me. At first between the heart murmurs and the pain I didnâ€™t even realize they were stabbing me. It wasnâ€™t until I felt the sticky feeling of my blood soaking my shirt that I realized I was being stabbed. They managed to stab a deep gash into my side. I ended up using a lot of my psionic energy blasting them away from me.â€ He paused for a moment.<br/><br/>â€œI started running and pressed my hand to my side with the deep gash. All the stab wounds were bleeding. I took my neckerchef off and pressed it to that gash. Everything hurt. Breathing hurt. Heart murmurs were back to back. My vision was blurred and bloody due to the frequent blood tears. I kept running and they were chasing after me. I knew if I got to your graveyard that Iâ€™d be safe. That they wouldnâ€™t follow me. So I kept running even as breathing became shallow and hard. Even as my heart felt like it was going to have an actual heart attack. I kept running. The world around me was darkening. It was like a mask surrounded me on all sides except there was no holes to look out of. I think I tripped over something. I got out a psychic message sorta...then it all went dark after I used the last of my psionics to heal me enough that I wouldnâ€™t die.â€<br/><br/>He said with a sigh. Shaking his head. â€œAnd well...there you have it. Then I could sense someone near. Then another someone. I was floating in darkness but I could sense the auras.â€ He said softly. He looked at her. â€œThen I woke up...was here and...you were there and I thought I was dreaming because beautiful women are not something I wake up to on a daily basis. So I pinched myself because I thought I was dreaming because it couldnâ€™t be real because there was no way a woman who looked like an angel was sitting not very far across the room...so I though...but it was.â€ he said in a very shy stammer. Turning bright red again as he had just returned to normal. Then he returned to normal a bit more.