Wounded Stranger

Once inside the house she threw the person she was carrying onto the couch panting. Looking at the sorry figure of that person she decided to help at first.

"Heavy!!" Elaine let out a grunt when the burden finally left her back.

The first thing she had to do was take off the clothes. Whether it was a girl or a boy, it didn't matter. She just wanted to take a good rest after taking care of the extra baggage she found on her way back home.

Under the pale white light emitted by old tube light a girl swiftly but carefully removed the heavy outer the person was wearing. She carefully swept the long hair away from the face which was stuck together because of blood.

"Oh! It's a man", she nonchalantly said.

But Elaine was dumbstruck looking at the face in front of her. Although the face had wounds, ugly cuts and swollen eyes it was breathtakingly beautiful.

Smooth forehead, sharp jawline, high nose bridge and thin lips that looked tempting. But she was attracted by the small mole under the left eye.  She had never seen a person as beautiful as the one beneath her.

She unconsciously moved her fingers to touch it. When her touch landed on the face the person beneath slightly frowned. He seemed to be in pain. Of course he would be in pain considering the wounds all over his body.

She was curious as to why he had so many injuries but decided to suppress her curiosity for the time being. But more importantly who was he? The celebrity she knew were all plastics and makeups and had some flaws but this man was different.

"Did he really fall from sky?" Elaine asked herself but quickly swept away her useless thought.

She cleaned his face using a warm bath towel avoiding the cuts as much as possible. . She rarely got injured so she didn't have the required ointments and medicines. After making sure he was lying down comfortably she put on her jacket and went out to buy medicine in pharmacy. She had to walk for 10 minutes before she finally reached a small pharmacy.

"Good evening grandpa", she greeted an old man who was reading paper through his glasses.

He looked up and gave a smile. "You finally decided to show up. I was worried I might die before seeing you", he chuckled slightly giving her a wink.

"Grandpa, it's not like that", she pouted slightly.

"Ha ha, still acting cute to get away ", he was amused, "what do you need?"

"I need ointment for bruises and cut, bandages also one fever reducing drug and cold syrup." She thought for a while and asked for a painkiller.

The old man looked at her and asked worriedly, "are you sick? Or hurt?"

She smiled awkwardly and denied, "I just thought it would be better to keep such things you know. "

Since she seemed fine he decided to not pry further into her matters. After thanking the old man she returned her home as soon as she could.

She was surprisingly worried about the stranger she left back home. It was probably because she had no one around her for almost two years.  Though that stranger was an extra baggage she picked up she still felt little bit warm at one corner of her heart.

When her lonely house appeared in the sight she quickened her steps. She slowly opened the door and tiptoed inside to the living room where the wounded stranger was lying afarid she might disturb his rest.

She stood at the entrance and  looked at the empty room that has trace of not a single soul.  She looked at the blood stained couch where the man had lied.

He was heavily injured but he must have had the strength to leave as soon as she was gone.

"He's gone." Elaine felt a little lost seeing the empty room. Like the room itself her heart also felt a little empty.

"Good riddance", she smiled but a flash of disappointment could be seen in her eyes. She dumped her bag containing medicine on the table and walked to her room to change her dress. But before that she took out the cover of the couch and threw it into a dustbin.

She felt angry for no reason, 'weird' she thought to herself. Remembering the white shirt she hurriedly took it to the washing machine and after making sure it was clean she hanged it to dry and as for the other clothes she will wash them when she felt like it.

She looked around at the lonely house and at the bag that contained medicines and bandages. 

"Whatever." She threw it on the table and went upstairs to her room to study. She had lost her appetite. "I might just sleep it away, hmphh." Elaine comforted herself.