Calling upon an angel [TW]

Tien had attended a party and told everyone that her soda was mixed with alcohol so they would get off her back from being sober. She had been going alone because she knew everyone at the club anyway. She had danced all of the night and her legs were so tired by now. She had had some stupid encounters, but her friends had been able to help her shove them away. Girls protected each other after all. But as her girls got too drunk and went home, she still had the energy to party on. Or, at least that was until one dude came up to dance with her and didn’t leave as she told him she wanted to be alone. She did her best to shove him off, but no matter what, he stuck to her like a leech. Occasionally she gave up and went to leave, emptying her drink which she was very certain she had been cautious about all of the night. Lucky for her, she had nothing in the wardrobe and got a small jump start.

She went outside and felt how could it was and immediately regretted not bringing a jacket or something alike. Bare arms and legs wasn’t a good idea after all. Her heels gave a clicking sound after her as shew walked in a quick pace, hoping she could get away from a possible awful situation. And then it hit her like a brickwall. She had been drugged. She put a hand onto her chest and another onto a wall feeling how all of her body started to get warm and her heart started beating faster. “No,” she complained underneath her breath. She had been sober for almost five months and some dude was going to ruin it for her. She couldn’t get the coin she had aimed for.
She heard some call something behind her and she looked over her shoulders to notice how three guys were approaching with big jackets. “Shit,” she breathed and turned her head away from them and started walking even though every step she took almost induced the drug’s effect.
“Hey beautiful, wait up! Where you going” – “You don’t wanna talk?” - “You got so pretty legs, sweetheart!”
All of it ran like cold water down her back, which would normally give her shivers, but her body felt so warm that nothing appeared. “Go away,” she mumbled.
“Oh, someone can talk. Can you give me a big smile too?” She ran her hand through her hair and started to fish for her phone in her little bag she had hanging over her shoulder. She picked up her phone, trying to concentrate on using it rather than what they said. She tried to call for Zadkiel, almost tripping over a stair to a shop. “Shit,” she canceled the call and tried Kemuel. She looked over her shoulder and noticed how much closer the three men had gotten. She wished to run but as she took the first step, she had to stop herself because of the pleasure that shot through her body by the fast friction so close to her private parts. She leaned a little forward while walking, moaning as she dropped her phone on the street not knowing if her little brother had picked up or not. She started panting as she got closer to a smaller alley. Hopefully she could pass it and not be dragged into it. God, that would be awful.

So, it was a little over twenty-four hours at this point. He had been keeping an eye on Tien, but even with the connection he had a job to take care of. Making sure that he had money to pay for his apartment, and he had patients that needed care and help. Just like the woman he was a guardian angel for. Now many angels that was born with the same purpose as him, didn’t have jobs because it took to much juggling both. But for a person like Max, it was life affirming to be able to keep the job he had.

He was just stepping over the threshold to his apartment when he felt a pull in his heart. Something was wrong. He turned his attention towards Tien and saw the surroundings around her. This was bad, she had been drugged? A small grunt left him, as he closed his eyes and a small flutter, like wings was the last thing that was heard before he was standing beside her placing an arm around her shoulders. "Its alright, its me, don't worry I'm here to help" Max started as he knew that it had to scare her that he was suddenly there “Let’s get you out of here Tien” he said with a slight sigh as he looked towards the men that was catcalling her. His eyes told them all they needed to know and backed off.

“Hello, Tien?” Kemuel sounded rather drowsy on the other line.  Max looked at Tien as she was holding a phone in her hand. Had she been calling someone? At least that was good. He noticed that he wasn’t able to teleport anywhere with his arms around her. And there wasn’t really any taxi near their location. “Hey, can you walk?” he asked, looking at her with worry. She wasn’t wearing anything? By God. He pulled off and shrugged his jacket of him and put it over her shoulders. “Okay, I’m taking you back to my place, hang on” he started walking in the direction of his apartment, at least it was nearby.

A short, surprised scream left her as she felt someone placing an arm around her shoulders, afraid that they had caught up to her. Her heart had even been racing for a short moment. Then the voice and the words hit her. It wasn’t like her heartbeat fell that much because her body was not letting her get down this easily. Even though she had no trust built to him, she knew that he was her guardian angel and leaned a little more in to his embrace as he told her they were getting out of there.
Tien didn’t even think about the phone she had in her hand which made sounds. She hummed a little trying to process the question he had asked. “Not for long,” she panted, even though she felt like she was almost falling as he put his jacket over her. She could feel every texture of the jacket as a pleasurable caress, soothing her body and telling it, that everything was okay. Having tried close to every drug in the book, this one was unknown to her, but she still knew how drugs worked on her body, and this was going to give her a hell. She hummed shortly and a little drowsy as he said he was taking her back to his place. Even though she had told him she could walk, her hands sought to his arm for support. It was also here that she noticed how her phone was lit with Kemuel on the line. “Sweet dreams,” she mumbled almost seductively to the phone before she hang up. She looked up at Max again.

Not for long. He groaned, what the hell was she on? But as she almost purred into the phone, and then hung up. It was like a switch was flicked, and he knew. Adena? Seriously? That drug was becoming more and more popular. Working better than rohypnol as the women actually wanted to have sex, because it worked as a Viagra as well.

“Alright” he sighed and kept walking; this was going to be interesting. They hadn’t found something that worked against its affect, and it could take from three to eight hours before the drug stopped working. So, it would seem like it would become a rather late night for him. She heard how the phone rang again, took the phone as it was handed to her. “Hello this is Tien’s phone?” the guy on the other end clearly taken aback that it was a man answering. “Yeah Hey, listen, I’m Max I friend of Tien’s, and I found her stumbling around – I’m a nurse, and will take care of her tonight okay?” he nodded as Kemuel asked him questions, not really letting him off the hook. He got the address Max apartment, so he could feel safer letting Tien stay at a place that he didn’t know about. After some back and forth he was finally satisfied and hung up. Max ended up putting her phone in his back pocket. Her steps were starting to become more uneven, and with yet another groan he turned around, grabbed around her legs and waist, before he pulled her up over his shoulder. “Alright princess let’s get you into a bed, and away from other people before you do something you’ll regret in the morning” he confessed and started walking a little faster towards his apartment.

Occasionally her phone rang again, and she knew better than to talk to her little brother right now. At least her conscience was still somewhat intact. She heard bits and pieces of what he said and replied, but even though it was heard, it was quickly thrown out of the other ear, not really going to remember what they said to each other.
Eventually he hung up and it matched quite well with how Tien’s steps got weaker caused by the pleasure spreading from her core. He groaned and the mere sound could potentially throw her off the edge but was kept from it as he suddenly picked her up, making gasp and moan. The pressure on the front of her hips reminded her of how her pelvis had been held down towards a mattress. “Max,” she moaned, crossing her legs by the pleasure. She tried to find a way to push her body up, so she could get up, but as soon as she tried to use her core muscles to get up the was thrown right back into the pleasure whole, panting and gasping.

He almost stopped up as she moaned his name. This was going to be harder than he thought. Mostly because he didn’t really like the way people was eying him. Which was also why he picked up speed. He finally came to his apartment stairway he locked them in and ran up the two flites of stairs before he could get them into his one-bedroom apartment. “Alrighty Tien, I’m going to find you some water, but I swear, if you try to grind up against me or even think anything funny about my body I’ll throw you into my bedroom and lock the door, okay?” he said placing her in the sofa, knowing very well she might not even understand what he was saying.

He threw the keys on the kitchen counter and pulled down a glass and filled it with water. He then walked towards her with it and sat down on the coffee table. “Can you please drink some?” he asked, looking at her, making sure she was still concious. He really did hate this drug, whenever he had gotten a patient in on it, it had been pure nightmare because they couldn’t really contain themselves.

Time didn’t really exist to Tien anymore and eventually she was placed in a sofa and the words which were spoken to her only made her smile a cheeky smile. “Rodger,” she said, even though she had no clue about what he had said. Suddenly he was gone, and she threw her head back for a moment letting her hand trace the trail that someone she had slept with had continue to work with. She couldn’t even remember who it was or how bad some of them had been. She didn’t even remember Judas.
Her hand traveled from her pubicbone, up to her most prominent hipbone point, towards her navel, a on the inside of her chest and all the way up to her neck until she reached her own short hair. Short hair was much better to pull in than long hair. She hummed a little to the voice saying something before she opened her eyes to see Max. Her smile kept being flirtatious. And she slowly leaned forward to grab it and take a little sip of it before she continued to lean closer to Max. She wanted to share the water, mouth to mouth.

He wasn’t blind to how she had been touching herself as he had come back. But he had been very strict about looking only at her face. This wasn’t her, or it was, but not in a way that he wanted her to behave because she couldn’t control herself. And it didn’t seem like it was getting any better.

He groaned and rolled his eyes as she leaned forward after taking a sip of water. He leaned back placed his hand towards her lips and pushed her back into the sofa. “No” he said quite stern and looked into her eyes. Now, if it had been another case, he would give her some sleeping pills. But given that she was an addict being sober, he didn’t feel like it would help her case, pumping her with more drugs. So instead, he just looked at her, wondering what the hell he should do. Maybe locking her into the bedroom would be the best thing. Hoping she would just fall asleep, after she had done her business. As long as it wasn’t with him.

His groan made pleasure sweep through her body so she almost couldn’t stand on her legs and therefore almost collapsed as he pushed her back into the couch. She spilled a bit of the water, but impressively not as much as one might have thought she would spill. Her eyes were half closed looking quite seductively at him. She licked her lips, not really taking her eyes of him and bit her lip. He pulled one leg up and let her free hand found the way to her lips. She licked two of her fingers once before she put them in her mouth, not taking her eyes of him. Her heart was still beating fast compared to how still she was and her private parts were almost pounding with pleasure, begging her to get some kind of satisfaction.

A deep sigh left him, as he watched how she behaved. How she couldn’t contain herself because the drug was making everything pleasurable for her. What a bloody nightmare this was. A week into the job, and he had his object sitting there, trying to lure him into having sex with her. Because her brain was pumping with endorphins and oxytocin telling her that she was actually having sex, without having it. “Okay, that’s it, I’m locking you in the bedroom” he breathed and got up on his feet, he grabbed her once again, confident in being strong enough to fold his arms around her legs so she couldn’t try doing anything with them, over his shoulder once again. He walked towards the bedroom, opening the door. He turned the door around taking the key out of the keyhole before he threw her in the bed. “Alright, see you in the morning when you have slept this out” he then walked out, closed the door, and locked it. He let out a deep annoyed groan as he pressed his back up against the wall. Well, he had some work to look at anyway.

She had no clue what he was saying to her, but it felt like a success that he was getting up from his seat. The way his arms snaked around her made her hold her breath for a moment and as she once again was thrown over his shoulder she gasped loudly. It was like electricity spreading all the way through her body and she grabbed onto his shirt and closed her eyes. “Max,” she gasped feeling herself closer and closer. It was almost like this was the best sex she had ever had, except for the fact she wasn’t even having sex.
She was thrown onto the bed and her back arched as she was thrown over the edge. How easy it would’ve been for those three men to pleasure her – over and over again.
Just as the door closed, her pleasure pushed her so much that her wings appeared and spread out. Since she was laying on the side, one of her wings didn’t have space enough to unfold and therefore threw her like a pillow off the bed. He collision with the bed, and how she somehow had placed her hand to take the fall, ended up with squeezing her breast hard. She screamed in pleasure and was by now covered in sweat and some of her own bodyfluids. She panted loudly a couple of times before she got silent and wiggled around in the pleasure.

At some point she came somewhat back to her conscience and panted quickly as if she had forgotten how to breath for a moment. Her heart was racing, and her eyes searched for the next thing to bring her pleasure except for herself. Tango was so much better when you were two. Her hands sought to the bed and tried to get her up from the floor though her legs wasn’t really agreeing. With legs like gummybears she stood up and leaned up against the window, enjoying the cold glass against her skin. Humming a bit. She then turned around and found her reflection in the window. She was about to lean in to make out with her reflection as her legs buckled under her and she passed out. Her weight brought her backwards and she would occasionally hit the bedframe with her spine and the back of her neck to finally roll onto the floor.

Max that had placed himself with his dining table, drew in a deep breath and let his hand find his face, pinching his nose bridge. This was some situation to be in, and he was a little afraid what would happen now that he had locked the door. But it was for her own good, better that she embarrassed herself alone, than something happened, and she wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye. Well, there was a chance she would still be mortified about what had happened, but he could live with that, as long as nothing happened between the two of them.

His brows furrowed as he felt how her heart was picking up speed, almost as if she couldn’t’ breath. He pushed his papers away from him and got up, walking towards the door. The key was still in the lock, and he had his hand ready to unlock it, if something was going on. “God damn it!” he quickly unlocked the door, pushing it open and ran towards Tien as she fell backwards. He wasn’t fast enough and could see how her one wing bended in a wrong direction but at least he caught her back so it wouldn’t get hurt by the steal bedframe. His arms folded around the unconscious woman. “You are really going to bring me nothing trouble, huh, Tien” he breathed, turning her around to place her in the bed again. “Good thing I don’t mind trouble” he let out a big sigh, watching the now sleeping woman. He walked into the walk-in closet, took some of his sweats and a simple grey t-shirt. He folded it nicely on the bedtable. Looking around in the apartment it was clear that it belonged to a person that took pride in keeping it clean and neat. He then walked out, closing the door this time without locking it. He sat down, and closed his eyes. This was going to be a long night.

How could wet dreams turn into nightmares? Well, knowing Tien’s background it was easy to know why. She was coming down from the drug and could remember things. Not anything that happened the day before, but she remembered him. His breath, the way he looked at her with hungry eyes, how his lips felt and how he showed her no mercy.

She woke up drenched in sweat and her heart beating like crazy. As her eyes looked around, she didn’t recognize the place she was in. Nervosity build up in her body, and though it might seem strange to some, her first instinct was to check if she was still wearing her panties. She was. But they were soaked. She quickly tried to roll out of the bed feeling how bruises made her ache. She hadn’t even realized that her wings were out, so when her wing knocked down a lamp and it resulted in pain in her wing, she pulled her wings back in and tumbled onto the floor, laying between the bed and the walk in closet next to the lamp. Her arms were wrapped around herself, and she could feel tears pressing on.

He had fallen asleep over the table while looking over some casefiles. A few hours only, so when he awoke again, he had looked around not really understanding where he was at first. But as soon as Max remembers what had happened, he got up and walked towards the bedroom. Opening the door, he looked in, seeing that she was still sleeping, and clearly breathing. Letting the door only standing slight ajar he turned and walked into the kitchen and started making some coffee. After half an hour he also found some condiments to make them a small breakfast. Hoping she would be alright enough to get some food down.

He was just moving the last pancake of the skillet, as he felt the pull from Tien. Confusion, panic, sadness. He turned off the stove and walked careful into the room. Seeing how she was lying there on the floor hugging herself. “Hey, you” he said with a caring voice, squatting down beside her. “You are alright, nothing happened yesterday, other than your own doing” he said with a small smile. “Can I help you up?” he asked, not wanting to touch her before she had given him permission. Especially since it was clear that bad memories and former trauma was hunting her mind right now.

Tien had closed her eyes as she laid on the floor trying to collect herself and the pain that she had felt. She didn’t even hear the door open so when she heard a voice she quickly turned around, almost lashing out with the back of her hand, but luckily for both of them her mind was quicker than her movements as for now. Her eyes were looking directly into his eyes and was still scared. Nothing happened. She didn’t really believe him and right now, his smile didn’t do a thing to her. It didn’t cheer her up as it had done the first time they met.

“No,” she replied almost before he could finish his question. She wiggled a bit around trying to get up on her own. She leaned herself up against the night table. Her heart was still racing, and she wrapped her arms around herself in a hug. She closed her eyes shortly, feeling a headache. As she opened her eyes she didn’t look at him. She had no clue what had been going on except for the fact that she felt like her body was extremely sensitive to everything. She wanted to tell him she just needed a little time to try and remember, but she also knew that she probably couldn’t remember.

Max knew before the words slipped from her lips, that touching her wasn’t something she needed right now, so he took a step back instead. Watching how she got up on her own, or at least tried to. The thing was, he could feel somewhat, what it was that she needed right now. And him being here didn’t help. “I’ll just let you, collect yourself, there is pancakes when you are ready, the clothes on the dresser are for you – but, take your time and let me know if I need to call Kemuel, he was quite concerned when I talked to him yesterday” with that he stepped out of the room, again almost closing the door. And walked over to the sofa, after getting himself a cup of coffee. He turned the tv on, watching the news while waiting for Tien to figure out what it was, she wanted or needed.

Tien’s didn’t meet his even though he spoke to her. She closed her eyes as he mentioned Kemuel. What had she done? She listened to how he walked out of the room. She covered her eyes and rubbed them a bit. She was still wearing residue makeup and how she had been sweating only made her look more like a panda.
She sat for a while and inspected the room. Why couldn’t she remember anything? Slowly she got to her feet and looked around. There was another door than the one Max had gone through. Was it to the toilet? She opened the door and found a small walk-in closet. No, it was no toilet, but she sought for something she could remember. As she inspected with her eyes and gently let her fingers slide over some of the clothing, she noticed the clothing he had been wearing the first day they had met. She took a deeper breath in before she headed out again, noticing the clothing he had been speaking about. She looked at it for a moment, picking it up to look at it before she laid it on the bed, she had been sleeping in. She took things slow because things didn’t feel like reality. She approached the door he had exited from and looked out of the gap. She could see the kitchen. She noticed the key was still in the door and as quietly as possible she took it out of the keyhole so she could close the door and lock it. She could almost feel how her shoulders loosened up as she heard the small click. She turned around to look out the window before she decided to pull the curtain of every window. It was her anxiety which spoke to her and told her to make sure no one would be peeking. She pulled off the wet panties and let them fall onto the floor before she tried to open her dress. She struggled with it a lot could feel how stupid and mean thoughts crawled after her, telling her she should just give up and simply ask for the help she certainly needed. But she got the zipper, and it was almost like a complete victory. The dress got off and she folded all of her clothing, so her panties were hidden inside. She picked up the pants he had found for her and put them on. Going commando wasn’t really something she was used to. She made sure they sat tightly around her waist so they wouldn’t fall down. She pulled the sweater over her head and got a bit dizzy. She put her hand against the bedframe and breathed a little greater.
As soon as she didn’t feel as dizzy she straightened back up and went for the door to unlock it. Slowly she opened the door and headed out, noticing how clean everything was. It reminded her a bit of how Zadkiel kept his home. She had noticed the sound of the TV and rested up against the corner between the small hall and the living room. “Can I get a glass of water, please?” she requested letting one of her hands hug her arm. She certainly did look like a panda.

When the door lock clicked, he just lifted his head and looked towards the bedroom. But he didn’t do anything, as he would know if she would do anything to self-harm. So, he just let her have her privacy. He didn’t need to go into work today, as he had very flexible work hours, luckily, he had gotten the job while Eden had still had some pull, which had made it easy to get a contract that would accommodate that he had a much larger and bigger job besides being a nurse.

Looking back at the news, he then got up from the couch, took some of the papers and walked back. Seemed like it would take a while before she would come out to speak with him.

Max looked up, as the door opened, and she walked out. He gave her a small smile, as she asked if she could get a glass of water. “Yes of course” he got up from where he was sitting and walked over to the kitchen. “The bathroom is right behind you, if you need it, there is a key in the lock there too” he said, wanting her to know that she could be safe wherever she walked in his apartment. He filled a glass of water from the fridge and placed it on the kitchen island so she could take it. "There you go" He then grabbed a pancake and walked back to where he had been sitting before and sat down.

Tien still wasn’t much for eye contact but even though she still noticed how he looked up at her. She could almost sense the smile and the effect of it was lingering somewhere. She felt embarrassed and out of her body and it covered the effect of the smile. It wasn’t fair that his smile could cheer her up, even though she felt so down. She looked towards the bathroom which he mentioned and wondered for a moment if she felt safe enough to take a bath – even though there was a key to the lock. She heard the water being poured and it instantly started to itch in her throat so as soon as he placed it on the kitchen island, she took some long steps to take it and empty it almost immediately. While she drank, he had gone back to the couch. She put the glass down and rubbed her eyes gently. She leaned over the kitchen island, having her arms crossed so her forehead could rest on the forearms. This was going to be a long, long day. She turned her head to look towards him, but only for a short moment before she straightened back up and eyed the pancakes. She took one of them before she leaned against the kitchen counter and picked at it a bit. “What did I do?” she mumbled looking at the pancake before she glanced up at Max.

He looked up at her as she asked him what she had done. “I’m afraid that you were drugged, something called adena, that gives the same effect when drinking either vampire or succubus blood” he took a deep breath in, a small crease forming by his brows as he didn’t like telling her this. Because he knew what she had been through. “it makes you, over sensitive and prone to wanting to have sex” he didn’t move his eyes from her “So I found you before you did anything stupid, I brought you home, gave you a glass of water and then I put you in my bedroom when it was clear that you weren’t yourself, sadly you passed out, and when I went into to grab you I wasn’t fast enough so I think you might have sprained or broken some of your bones in your wings” he sighed, not being very happy about the fact that she had gotten hurt while being in his care. But rather that, than her stripping herself, or touching herself while he had been watching. That just made him sick, that people would do that to people so they could have sex with them. Despicable. But he also understood why it was easy to mistrust anyone when one had been abused.

“But other than that, you just slept it off, so nothing really happened” he reassured her as he returned his gaze towards the tv.

Adena. She had never heard about that drug. Well, another one crossed on the list, huh. It would be a good one if you really needed to forget the night and didn’t care where you woke up and what happened to you. He even compared it with blood. Kind of sick that people, who didn’t live by blood, had tried it and figured it out. She closed her eyes for a moment as he mentioned what it made her want. Of course. Someone in the club had wanted to take her home and didn’t care nor have the guts to actually ask her if she was down.
He had found her before she had done something stupid. sprained or broken some bones. She took a deeper breath in and put a piece of the pancake in her mouth. Almost as quickly as it ended in her mouth she turned around and quietly spit it out in her hand. Nothing really happened. She looked at the piece in her hand. “What’s in the pancakes?” she almost whispered. She felt something was wrong with the pancakes. They tasted bitter in her mouth, she immediately started to sweat, feel dizzy and like water was streaming to her mouth. She had no allergies, so she was determined that it was because she either had been drinking too fast or that her body somehow didn't want food after this kind of drug. She emptied her hands on the kitchen counter so she could grab onto the counter.

He looked up as she spit out the pancake. Even though it was clear that she tried not to make it too obvious. As she asked what was in them, he rose from his seat while taking a deep breath through his nose while walking over to her. “Its just a normal pancake batter, you know, eggs, milk some flour and a little bit of sugar. I though the carbs would be good” he moved around her and took the pancake that she hadn’t been able to eat same with the piece that she had spit out. He walked around and over to the trashcan and threw it out. Washing his hand afterwards, just like he would do at work. Some habits didn’t leave even when you stepped over the threshold of your home.

“Okay” he breathed out he turned towards her “we need to get some kind of solid in your stomach, the drug must still be in your system” he opened his fridge and looked it over “How do you like ball peppers?” he asked looking at her, waiting for some kind of conformation of what she wanted “I also have coconut water, which is good because of their high electrolyte level, anything you prefer?” he kept his eyes on her, even though that he still had the fridge door open. Also she could see what I had in there, which was a very wide variety of fruits and vegetables.

It was just normal pancakes. Why the hell did they then taste so weird. It was weird, because she really wanted to eat the pancake and it was a sweet thought but… Why did it taste so awful? She looked up at him as she opened the fridge. “Bell peppers are fine,” she exhaled and tried to straighten up her eyes went to the counter and the stools. She listened as he mentioned coconut water and she started to walk along the kitchen counter to get to the fridge. She glanced up at him as he asked if there was anything she would prefer, “Anything really,” she breathed, “I’m not a picky eater, I swear,” she said and started to feel out of breath as she came to the end of the kitchen counter and instead of walking the last steps to the fridge, she stopped where she stood. As soon as she stopped the dizziness hit her like a train, “Okay,” she said, almost as if she greed to her balance that she had to sit and she started to stumble back until her bum reached one of the barstools. “Honestly… One out of ten,” she exhaled rating the drug, “I promise you’ll never find me using Adena willingly,” she said, almost as if she knew that it was going to happen again. She hoped it wouldn’t. She tried looking over her shoulder, longing a little for the bath she actually wanted, but simply looking over her shoulder brought her dizziness back. “Maybe I should’ve stayed I bed a little longer,” she complained and let her arms hug around herself.

He watched how she had to sit down, he shook his head “please sit, and let me take care of you, it really isn’t any trouble” he said with a soft caring smile. He took out the ball peppers, some strawberries and blueberries. He also took the coconut water he had talked about. Took the glass that had been filled with water and poured some in there, only a half glass, if it seemed like she didn’t like it. “here” he placed it in front of her, put it in the fridge and closed the door. A small smile formed on her lips, as she complained about having to stay in bed a little longer. “Well, now you’re up, eat some of the food, then you can go back to bed, we can even put something on the tv there and you can stay as long as you need” he spoke while he washed the ball peppers, then the strawberries and some of the blueberries. The blueberries were placed in a small bowl that he placed in front of her. Then he started on cutting out the red bell pepper, he was clearly quite adept with using a knife. When that was done, they were placed in a plate and placed in front of her. All of this was done on the other side of where she was sitting. He took one of the sliced peppers and placed in his mouth, as he started cutting some of the strawberries.

It isn’t any trouble. She allowed it, but only because the was sober enough to know she couldn’t stand and cook food, even if it was the only task that would keep her alive. As he placed the coconut water in front of her, she turned a little around on the stool, so her legs were under the countertop. She took the glass and started with a sip. Incredible. She took a mouthful before she put it back on the counter and placed her hands around it.
As he mentioned all of the things she could do and how she could stay as long as she needed, she placed a flat hand on her forehead and let it glide down to her eyes, covering them. She smiled a sad smile for a short moment before he let the hand glide off her eyes and down to her cheek until she could rest her head in the palm of her hand. She was processing this. She took a bigger breath in watching how he used the knife. She almost envied it. She yet hadn’t been allowed to cook without supervision and she wasn’t allowed to use anything sharp, or motor driven. She missed cooking. He placed the bell pepper in front of her and she noticed how he had also given her some blueberries. She pulled on a crooked smile and she started to pick up one of the bell pepper slices. “Max?” she mumbled looking at her plate for a moment before she looked up at him. “You’re too kind,” she said. Normally, people would take her sentence as a compliment, but she was actually complaining. She straightened her back for a moment. “I just… I gotta have my mind clear about this,” she said and closed her eyes for a moment thinking about how she was going to form the words correctly – but no matter what, it might come off stupidly. “Am I supposed to fall in love with you?” she wondered with a frown and actually looking into his eyes for once.