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  • Altheia Martin

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    1. Her eyes had glanced at his face a few times, noticing him glance around her apartment. She wondered for a slight moment at what he was searching for, but shrugged off her curiosity and went right back to work working on his new wound. If there was one thing Boone knew how to do it is to keep me busy, she thought.

       

      "I'm actually an accountant. Started in the Motor City. Came here after shit went to hell. I just collect things for fun."

       

      Her left eyebrow went up ever so slightly at his words. "Uh huh and I've been killing people on my nights off for the fun of it," she smiled softly after she spoke her words. He, of course, would know this wasn't true. There's no way in hell she could ever hurt anyone. At least, she was pretty sure there wasn't. Unless I'm around Boone when someone goes after him, she thought.

       

      "You wanna go on a date? I have this... accountant work thing."

       

      She froze for a second and then turned around to look at him as he collected up his things. At first she wasn't sure what to say. It was like someone turned on a flood of nervous energy inside of her. Of course she wanted to, but it was just so sudden of a question. It, for the most part, had caught her off guard. "Accountant thing?" She looked at him and tilted her head.

      "Interested? I gotta wear a tux, so... you would have to wear an evening gown. A fancy one. You have a fancy one?"

       

      All at once she felt embarrassed. She looked down at her feet and then back up at him and shook her head slowly. "I don't really have anything fancy to wear," she paused for a moment. "I don't really get asked out on many dates..... or to functions," she stopped and turned back to the sink to clean up the water on the counter. She could feel the heat rising on her cheeks slightly. She took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. "I suppose I could go shopping for one though or maybe even ask some of my friends at the hospital if they have one I could borrow."

       

      What is wrong with me, she thought. "I wouldn't happen to be in any danger at this accountant thing, would I?" She asked the question with a slight serious tone, but also a playful tone. To be honest she really wasn't worried about danger. If there was she was sure that Boone wouldn't let her get hurt and she'd be there if he needed her healing abilities.

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    2. “I can do that."

       

      That reply to her words weren't really that surprising. She could see Boone fixing things that needed fixing. So far nothing had broken in her apartment though, but then again she had been living her for a while and it was probably only a matter of time before a pipe burst. If push came to shove she probably would consider asking him to help. That felt all too weird though. Asking a handyman to come over and "fix" something. Stop thinking about that, she thought to herself.

       

      At first when they got inside her apartment she was half self-conscious with how mildly messy it was, but she shrugged that off. Boone wouldn't give two shits if her place was untidy. She'd been so busy with working at the hospital and that would sometimes make keeping up with the household chores a bother. 

       

      “Mother foooo…”

       

      As soon as he took off the make shift bandage her eyes widened at the sight of just how much blood there was. A few quick steps to her right and she grabbed her med bag, pulling out and ripping open some gauze. She placed it on the wound after he had tied the tourniquet higher up his arm. She looked up at him as she held the gauze there. "Damnit, Boone. I told you to be careful," she paused for a second. "Sometimes I really do hate your line of work." Admission that she did constantly worry about him. Worry about what he was doing to get himself into trouble, hurt, or killed.

      “Colder than a witch’s ti…”

       

      She giggled softly at his words and shook her head. A sigh before removing the gauze and placing her bare hand over the wound. She closed her eyes lightly and focused on healing his arm as quickly as she could. "Just a few minutes," she said softly as she sort of began getting flashes of the reason he got hurt. She remembered what had happened last time. She knew she'd probably get burned again, but it was only a little pain and pain isn't what scared her. 

       

      After those few minutes she removed her hand and opened her eyes. Her hand was burned very slightly and covered in his blood. She closed her hand for a moment and opened it after it had healed. She looked up at Boone and tilted her head. "Stop. Getting. Hurt," she said sternly before going to her kitchen to clean the blood from her hand. "You know. One of these days I'm not going to be here to heal you. Then you'll just have to suffer the pain and then have scars from all the stitching," she said.

       

      He'd never stop doing his work, she thought, and he's always going to be getting hurt. It was who Boone was. It was who he is. 

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    3. The wince she heard through the phone was most certainly a confirmation of what she thought was really going on. He had been hurt again and of course as always Boone was being Boone and had to act all manly and tough. It was times like these when she missed running into him at his bar. In a setting where she didn't have to worry about healing him from injuries that were somewhat life threatening to him. 

       

      This was her life though. This was who Boone was and even though every single time he got hurt she absolutely hated it; she'd never want to change who he was.

      “I’m sorry." 

       

      His apology made her feel slightly guilty for scolding him, but he had gotten hurt again. Then again it would mean that she would get to see him again. I have a problem, she thought silently to herself.

       

      The biting cold of the air outside of her nice cozy apartment made her really wonder how Boone could go around riding on his bike. It's freaking cold... shit..., she thought as her arms crossed over her chest and she moved around slightly. Winter had never been one of her favorite seasons. The cold made her always feel like bad things were going to happen. She had always had a really great Christmas with her family. But after everything changed they hadn't really been that great. It was now a season and a holiday that actually made her a little heartbroken.

      There was a faint sound of a bike and her head lifted up and looked down the street. At first she wondered what he was doing, but then realized he was just being cautious. She'd really hope there was no actual reason and that he was being paranoid, but ya never know these days. 

      Her head tilted to the side, taking in the sight of him as he walked across the street. She was already trying to assess just how bad he was off, but it was hard with his jacket hiding the blood. She smiled back at him and turned, keeping herself somewhat close to him as they moved inside. 

       

      “Sorry… we'll have to find something else to do.”

       

      A soft roll of her eyes at his words, but she smiled at him. "Oh I think I could have you fix up some things. My sink has been acting up lately. I will just have to put you to work," she kept the smile on her face as she stared at him and then shook her head. She turned to the stairs and gave him a nod. "Up two flights. I would offer to carry you, but that might look weird," she said in a teasing voice. 

      After making it up the stairs she lead him to her door and she unlocked it quickly, waited for him to come in then shut and locked the door. She turned back to him and sighed softly at him, "So how bad is it?" She was half scared to even see what he had gotten into, why, or how he had gotten hurt. It was no lie that she was scared for him on an almost daily basis. She knew his job was dangerous, but she also knew that he loved what he did.

      She moved over to him and stood in front of him ready to get her heal on.

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    4. “Hello Miss Altheia speaking."

       

      The food wasn't even able to touch her tongue after hearing his voice. She'd know that voice anywhere and she knew that him calling her this late could only really mean one thing. Instant worry began to settle into her mind as she placed the fork with food still attached onto the plate. "I'm guessing this isn't a friendly check up call, is it..." she said matter of fact tone of voice.

       

      “Where you at? I have beer and I’m bored.”

       

      If there was one thing that really bugged her about him was the fact that he always had to play it so cool. He had to be tough and he had to be strong. Granted in his line of work both of those things were completely true, but with her he didn't need to be. "There's no way that you are calling just to hang out because you're bored.... I know you and I know the kind of trouble you get into." A short pause was had before she actually answered him. "And I'm at home. It's a block from the hospital. Makes it so I don't have to drive to work everyday...."

       

      She could defiantly hear the bike and at that moment she knew with out a doubt that he was hurt in some way, shape, or form.

       

      “Okay, so I sort of got shot…”

       

      With those words she got up quickly, phone still at her ear as he went to ramble on about what predicament got him into trouble in the first place. She picked up her plate and glass, putting them into the sink and into her living room, standing there. "God damnit, Boone...." she whispered softly. "How close are you to the hospital? If you can make it to my apartment you can come to my place. Or I could meet you at the hospital, but I'd rather not make a big scene there."

       

      “Are you free? I can still bring beer. I’m shot. I’m sorry.”

      She brought her free hand up to her head and sighed as she listened to him speak. "Of course I'm free. I mean. No. I'm not busy tonight. And you don't have to freaking bring a beer if you're shot. Just get here and I'll heal you."

      At first she was going to say to herself that she couldn't believe that he had gotten shot again, but the split second after that she almost laughed at herself. He was always going to get into trouble and he was always going to be shot at. At this point she should just assume that she was his personal healer. It might not be that bad though. Especially if she'd get to see him without his shirt. She closed her eyes and shook her head. "I'll be downstairs  and out front waiting for you."

       

      With that she opened her door quickly and made her way down the 2 flights of stairs and out the front door of her building. It had some security, but it wasn't Fort Knox or anything. She was sure the doorman might say something when Boone got here, but she'd tell him everything was fine. Yeah, completely normal like always, she thought in a sarcastic tone to herself.

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    5. The hospital had always been somewhat of a safe haven for her. Granted for most people it was a place that they didn't want to go to. More so for those who were in dire need of healing and medical attention.

       

      To Altheia it was the one place where she knew with out a doubt that she could help people that were in need of it. 90 percent of the time anyone who came through those ER doors were innocents that had either been caught in crossfire or had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

       

      There was never any drama at the hospital. Unless you wanted to count the love affairs that would happen every few months or so. None of which she was even remotely interested in being apart of. Never mix work and love, she thought.

       

      The day had ended with her heading home after healing only a total of 3 people during the day. It had been somewhat of a quiet one. These were the days she was thankful for. It meant that she still had enough energy to actually do other things than just plop down on her bed and pass out. 

       

      Instead of going straight to her room to get her warm pj's on she opted to go into her living room and turn on the TV to channel surf for about an hour. It was something she usually didn't do, but she found that she was getting tired of her same routine day in and day out. I mean she knew she had a knack for getting involved in some not so boring events, but for the most part her life was completely and utterly boring.

       

      Dinner was decided on some Ramen with slices of chicken added in. As well as various other spices. Her phone sat on her table as she took a small bit of her food. She always kept her phone out and on because she never knew when she was going to get a call. The buzz and ringtone blared at her as she began to take another bit. Well would ya look at that, she thought. 

       

      She lifted up the phone and saw a number that she didn't quite recognize, but she picked it up and answered, "Hello, Altheia speaking." She brought up another bite of her food as she waited for the person on the other end to speak. For some reason she had a feeling it was someone that was going to need her healing abilities. Looks like I'm in for a long night, she thought.

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