He smirked at her, was the man completely crazy or perhaps that bump to his head had done more damage then she thought. She should shoot him right now, then again going to jail for murder didn't peek any of her interests in the least. She hated the fact that he seemed to be laughing at her while he seemed so at easy in her guest bed. Frowning at him while gripping the gun tighter.<br/><br/>"Iam the person that kept you from bleeding out all over my carpet. That means you owe me some new carpet."<br/><br/>Quickly demanding him to repay the strain he done to her floor.<br/><br/>"Not to mention... a bed too most likely."<br/><br/>The man was pure trouble and very uncomfortable to be around. She blew out a breath to push back the red strand of her that fell into her sight, there wasn't going to be a chance in hell of her putting the gun down not as long as he was here. Her frown deepened at his next statement, she believed it now, that bump had knocked all sense out of his head. Shifting her weight to one curved hip as she gave her long shapely leg a rest.<br/><br/>"Your right, you aren't going to hurt hurt me while I got the gun."<br/><br/>Even while laying in the bed he was intimidating and she didn't know why, maybe its because she knew the gun she held was his. There was no telling what else he was capable of doing, shooting someone was clearly one thing, she wasn't going to risk herself to find out what else he could do if she got closer. Sighing now she lowered the gun to her side as it had gotten heavy in her hands, and figuring as long as she had it in her hand or close to her she could keep him at bay.<br/><br/>"I did the best I could to stitch some of your wounds but you should consider going to a hospital to make sure none of them are infected."<br/><br/>She was by no means a doctor which was clearly proven by stitching she had done on him already. Keeping the gun in her right hand she lifted the left hand to tuck the long strand of wavey hair behind her ear now. Looking at him with a pointed stare she decided to try and get some answers out of him before she did anything else, like shoot him.<br/><br/>"Don't steal anything while I get you some water and a pain killer for that bump on your head. You touch anything and I will shoot you when I get back."<br/><br/>The room was rather plain with the exception of a wooden rocking chair, the bed he laid in and a dresser that was empty. There wasn't much he could steal unless he was interested in the cheesy bathroom paintings she had on the wall. Eyeing him for a moment before she finally turned to sway her thin curved hips down to the hallway bathroom, the sound of water running from the open door. here was a couple of times were she would glance at the mirror to make sure he wasn't behind her as she fill a small glass with water. Reaching up she opened the mirror door and took two Tylones from the bottle in front before replacing it and shuting the door. Though she came to a standstill... pills in one hand and the glass of water in the other left her with no way to carry the gun. Setting the glass down she took the gun to her towel shelf and stashed it between the stacks of towels before leaving the bathroom.<br/><br/>"I got some Tylone for your head."<br/><br/>Entering back into the guest room she carefully moved to the side of the bed but<br/>tried to stay out of his reach which quickly became impossible as she held the glass and pills out to him. Biting down on her full lower lip as she hoped he wouldn't try anything, she didn't want to shoot him... oh right the gun wasn't with her anymore.<br/><br/>"What happened to you?"<br/><br/>When all else fails... talking helps unless your stranger was really trying to hurt you.