Alex: SON OF A BITCH!! WHAT....

Alex finally realizes where he was as he lets go of Kristy's wrist. She looks down at him as if waiting for him to calm down. She couldn't blame him; she would probably have the same reaction. Kristy goes to dab the cut, but Alex stops her once more. She gives him a look as if to say "let me finish". He glares at her, which only made her laugh as she speaks.

Kristy: You can glare at me all you want, but I am trying to help.

Alex just mumbles, not really in any condition to actually fight her. He continues to glare at her as she continues cleaning the wound. Sure she was still weary of him, she still had no idea where he came from or what had happened to him. Right now her concern was to help him get better. After a few more minutes of cleaning, Kristy begins to bandage Alex's wound. Alex's mind was still racing was, he could barely comprehend much. He just knew he was in pain and the fact Kristy was actually helping him made it a little better. He knew for now, he was safe, even if she had already threatened him with mace and a baseball bat. He lies back, but continues to glare at Kristy It wasn't that he was doing it so much on purpose as he was just in pain and trying to get a read on Kristy at the same time. Kristy looks down at Alex as she speaks softly while now wiping her hand with a clean piece of gauze.

Kristy: Hasn't anyone told you that if you keep looking like that your face will stay like that?

Alex: *As he managed to give Kristy a small chuckle before he coughed and whispered* I may like my face this way.

Kristy: I see someone has a sense of humor.

Alex just smirks a bit as he watches Kristy. He couldn't quite figure her out, but wasn't going to push too much at the moment. She was helping him and for all he knew one wrong word and she could easily turn her back on him and worst case give him back to his captors. Satisfied for now, Kristy sits the first aid kit aside as she actually moves and adjusts Alex's pillows to make sure he was comfortable. Right now she had a human life in her hands and it kind of scared her a bit. Granted she did her best to hide that from Alex, his eyes almost seemed as if they could see through her and that is the last thing she wanted. She notices Alex staring at her again and leans forward resting her forearms on her knees as she speaks.

Kristy: So, any chance you are up to telling me what happened? And no bullshit story like you fell down the stairs or something.

Alex gives her a questioning look wondering if it was a good idea to tell her. His mind screamed no, he didn't know her and part of him was paranoid. He tells her, she goes and turns him over for money to his former captors, hell it would be his money they would pay her. He chuckled a bit to himself as he thought "Yeah it would be like me paying her to turn me back over". Though part of him wanted to tell her, here he was at her mercy. He decided for now to simply wait to tell her the truth, protect both their interest. Or at least give him time to build his strength in case Kristy somehow did turn her back on him.

Alex: *Whispering as his throat was still raw* Perhaps later. You will excuse me if I am not quite myself at the moment.

Kristy: Understandable. Just as long as you aren't some psycho killer or a mad man rapist who preys on pretty young girls.

Alex couldn't help but laugh, even if it did hurt his throat. At least she was straight forward and honest. Coughing a bit, Alex manages to sit up slightly as he looks at Kristy.

Alex: Even if I was, at the moment I doubt I would be able to act on any impulses. *Managing to joke a bit* I believe for now you are safe...

Kristy: *Laughing a bit as she gives Alex a small smile* Thanks...that was reassuring.

Alex: Eh, what can I say?

Even Alex laughed a bit as Kristy gets up and walks towards the kitchen. A small yawn comes from Alex's lips as he looked around. He was still trying to get a handle on Kristy, trying to figure her out. For now he was continent on not being tied to a chair and tortured by the two brothers. Soon Kristy reappears carrying a black ceramic bowl. She sits it down on the table, revealing some kind of soup. She looks at Alex as he was giving her another questioning look.

Kristy: You look hungry and I had just made a big pot of soup yesterday. Besides, you need to eat anyways; it will help you get better.

Alex goes to sit up a bit more, but ends up falling back down against the couch into a coughing fit. He was a man of pride and right now he was low. Right now he would be disgusted with himself if he had the strength to actually think clearly for more than five seconds. With a bit of help form Kristy, Alex sits up enough to be able to eat the soup. Kristy hands the bowl to Alex as she sits down on the edge of the table. Alex looks at her as he speaks, still in a whisper.

Alex: And how do I know if this isn't poisoned? You know, your way of finally doing me in?

Kristy: Cause if I wanted to do you in, you'd be dead by now.

Alex: *Managing to smirk as he found her bluntness amusing* Point taken. Can I at least know what I'm eating?

Kristy: Homemade chicken noodle soup.

Alex nods as he brings the bowl to his lips, careful not to burn himself. At this point that would have only added insult to injury, plus he had a feeling Kristy would not have been above laughing. He drinks the broth slowly; it hurt his throat, but at the same time felt good. He was hungry, so it at the moment nothing else mattered. He didn't even bother using the spoon Kristy gave him; he just continued to drink the soup, letting the noodles slide down his throat. Kristy got up and went around putting things away as well of stuffing the old ratted blanket into a garbage bag. She glanced every now and then at Alex as he continued to drink down the soup. Right now Alex was concerned with getting the soup into his ever growling stomach, not caring that a few drops slid down his chin. Alex finally takes the bowl from his lips as he lifts a hand and wipes his mouth with the back of it. Kristy walks over and takes the bowl from Alex as she speaks.

Kristy: You want some more?

Alex shakes his head slowly as he slowly moves to lie back down. He was getting tired again, his eyes were beginning to feel heavy once more and the darkness was slowly calling him. For the moment he was content, but he knew eventually he was going to have to find his way home again. He knew eventually Kristy would want to know who he was and what happened. But for now he was just glad to be safe, he was glad for the peace he had, even if he felt like he was drying. Kristy walks into the kitchen, sitting the bowl on the counter before walking back out. She walks over and helps Alex get more comfortable, she even pulls the blanket up a bit for him. Kristy looks up and actually makes eye contact with Alex and for just a moment they stare at each other. Both were thrown into this whirlwind situation, both were still guarded and both were trying to figure the other out. Alex closes his eyes for a moment as Alexis goes to walk away.

Alex: *Whispering, causing Kristy to stop* Why?

Kristy: *Stopping and turning around to look at Alex as she speaks* Why what?

Alex: Why did you take me in? I don't get it. Even if I wasn't psychotic or a felon on the loose why did you care? No one else would.

Kristy exhales softly as he was right, and most would ask the same question. Why help a man she had never met or seen for that matter. He could be anyone and be tied to anything. Kristy runs a hand through her waist length black hair as she sits down on the edge of the coffee table. She looks at Alex and felt there was something about him. Something deeper than; just what she was seeing on the surface. But for now she was satisfied in just answering his questions.

Kristy: I could have left you too die. I could have kept walking, but I would be sitting here right now knowing I would be to blame if you died. I know I don't know you, I don't know if you are a good person or something sinister, but you are still a human being. Your life is just as important as mine or anyone else's out there. Not to mention who am I to judge whether you got to live or die?

Alex: But like you said, I could be anyone. *Laughing to himself as he thought to himself "if you only knew" at her "someone sinister comment"* I could be the Zodiac Killer or something like that.

Kristy: *Laughing a bit as she raises a brow at Alex* Uh huh. Well let's see, depending on who you think the Zodiac killer was, you would either be sixty seven or seventy seven right now. Must say, you look good for your age, well minus the war wounds you are sporting right now.

Alex actually laughs a bit as he yawns. He was actually enjoying the fact Kristy seemed to be witty and had comebacks to match his own smart ass remarks. He was still fighting the darkness, fighting to stay awake even if at this point it was screaming his name. His body was screaming out to him. Alex goes to speaks but ends up going into a coughing fit which doubles him over a bit. Kristy places a gentle hand on his bare chest as she watches him and gently helps him lay back. She keeps her hand on his chest as he let the coughing fit pass. Kristy wipes the sweat off Alex's forehead, with a rag she had set on the table, which had formed from his coughing fit. After a few moments of helping Alex; calm down Kristy whispers for him to rest. Even if he wanted to fight, he didn't have it in him right now. Sleep was now pulling him into the darkness and his eyes were getting heavier by the second. Alex takes one more glance towards Kristy before letting the darkness claim him for a few more hours. Kristy stands up and after a few moments’ walks towards the kitchen to clean up a bit. She was still wondering about the man on her couch. She hoped eventually she could at least know his name. But for now she was more concerned in him not dying, especially under her watched. Kristy begins to wash the bowl as the scene slowly fades.