“I can’t remember who I am.”
Ruben had come out from the Minato Library when he heard a soft groan coming from the alleyway next to the building.
He walked closer to scan the surroundings, didn’t take much to find the source. His steps widened to cut the distance between him and the pale woman. “Hey, hey, hey,” he knelt beside her and carefully examined her. Her clothes were clean and largely untouched, her face clean, no bruising or visible injury.
The petite woman’s breath was steady. Her pearl white bangs slightly dishoveled, perhaps from the fall. “Hey,” he said again in a calmer tone. This time getting through as her brow furrowed and she stirred her hands. He watched as her blue eyes began to focus on his. The white woman muttered to him in confusion.
That wasn’t such a good sign. “Can you stand?”
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he forgets to slow down sometimes. His fingers running through his hair, “okay let’s start over.”
The redhead paused, debating which question held the most priority at the moment. She’d probably get more frustrated the hungrier she got, “do you want to eat at a restaurant, or do you want me to just grab something for you?”
“What do you suggest?” The enigma asked, raising her sights to meet his eyes. He was too kind, and so were his eyes. His care made her be at ease.
Draining, tired, but hungry? She felt drowsy more than anything. “I want to tuck myself in and….” It really didn’t take much. She dozed off, sitting upright and all.
“H-Hey!” She just knocked out mid-sentence, what the actual Hell? What was this? Dehydration? Starvation? Lethargy? Perhaps some other contributing illness.
He snapped his fingers a couple of times to try to wake her out of it. Well, whatever this was, a hospital was a more obvious next step rather than some restaurant. The redhead scanned his surroundings, trying to remember if he had seen a hospital or clinic near by and where would it be in relation to this park?
Shit.
He still didn’t know the area enough. Ruben thought further, he could try to get a map or check out the train routes--but he couldn’t just leave this chick here and he’d look like a lunatic just carrying her around for more than the appropriate distance.
Then a small sign on a car made his mind click.
Ah! I need one of those cars. What is it--a tax--a taxi.
“YO, Taxi!” He picked up the exhausted stranger before he jaywalked in front of the moving car, just far enough a way to force a stop.
The middle-aged driver looked at the foreigner exasperated. His expression saying more words than his lips could find themselves to utter. Hadn’t been the first time that this has happened but didn’t prevent the driver from being on edge.
“Hospital, now,” Ruben barked the order before even being fully in the car.
