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He answered the door, disheveled and irritated. It seemed he had been woken up.

"What in god's name could anyone possibly want at this hour?!"

He seemed like he'd turn you away, until he actually got a good look at you. He ran a hand through his blond hair, swallowing, his irritation morphing into concern.

"Are you alright, Darling?"

"No," your voice caught in your throat. "No, I couldn't g-get ahold of you. I- I was trying t-to walk home from- from work and I was-"

You sobbed, hugging yourself. He took you by your elbows and pulled you inside, checking you over.

There was a bruise forming around your eye. Your palms were scraped, and your wrist was swollen. Every time you took a breath, pain shot through your chest. You broke down under his scrutiny, tears falling unrestrained.

"I-I was just trying to walk home, D-Diego. I was attacked and I did everything I c-could to get away!" Your breath came in short bursts as he examined you, and he looked up at you, sighing and lifting you up. You wheezed, your vision going dark around the edges.

He shushed you gently, pressing his lips into your forehead.

"Don't you worry, darling. I'm going to take care of you.

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The first thing you noticed when your eyes opened was the pain you were in. You didn't recognize the room you were in.

You sat up slowly, feeling mild panic setting in.

You realized your mistake the second you were upright, a sharp pain flaring through your chest and side. You flopped back, a whimper passing your limps.

Your entire body was on fire. Your vision blurred; you just wanted to be home, where it was safe.

You heard the door click open and turned your head, squeezing your eyes shut when the light turned on. Tears formed in your eyes, and you begged whoever it was to not hurt you.

"Darling, it's me."

Diego's voice fell on your ears, and you let out a shaky sigh of relief, opening your eyes. He sat on the edge of the bed, mug of tea in his hands.

"I-what happened?"

"Darling, do you think you could sit up? I need to know if I should take you to the hospital or not."

With his help, you sat, and he smiled, coaxing the mug to your lips.

"Do you remember anything, Darling?"

You shook your head at his question, wincing.

"No... What- am I okay?"

"your side is bruised, just over your ribs. You have a pretty nasty black eye, and a sprained wrist. You've got a couple of scrapes on your chin and your hands and knees, and a split lip, but nothing is broken." Diego set the mug aside, groping at the bruised area under your eye. You flinched, so instead, he gripped your arm, squeezing it gently. "Your wallet is missing, but you still have your phone. It was almost dead, so I put it on the charger."

"i-" you looked down, chewing the inside of your cheek. "I'm sorry for waking you up, and for taking your bed. You were the only person I could think of last night."

"Ah, darling, I'm not worried about it." He waved you off. "I'm worried about you, and I want to make sure you'll be okay. Should I call anyone for you? Your parents?"

You shot forward, your entire being protesting in pain, and threw your arms around him, pressing your cheek against his chest. A surprised sound came from his mouth, and he rested his hands on your back, tilting his head.